<?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-5116211</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:32.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle Pieces on Blue Sky</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is one big jigsaw puzzle.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-115636937889729711</id><published>2006-08-23T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:42:58.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive and RinG-ing </title><summary type='text'> Powered by ThinkFree</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/115636937889729711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/115636937889729711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115636937889729711' title='Still Alive and RinG-ing '/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-113339077530034885</id><published>2005-11-30T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:54:20.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally! So, I have finally moved out and am now an official semi-resident of Makati City. WEEEEEE!!! Just when I almost thought it’s not happening anymore, it suddenly did. So last Monday, November 28, I moved in to my own bedroom at one of the units in Kingswood Condominium. Prior to that day, it has just been hellish, especially with the buying stuff for my room part. After work Sunday morning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113339077530034885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113339077530034885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113339077530034885' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-113279779683694004</id><published>2005-11-23T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:03:16.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am SAD This last week at work, I have been going home early, as in right after my shift. The longest time I stayed post shift would probably be 45 minutes, and then I’m off. I hate to admit it but it might just be because of this one person, that I suddenly don’t look forward to going to work no more, that I now actually feel bored and restless during my shift even if I still got tons to do, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113279779683694004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113279779683694004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113279779683694004' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-113270985059194211</id><published>2005-11-22T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:37:30.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 Days na ba Talaga yun?! My latest weekend was very tiring. I thought 3 straight days of rest will do me good but I came back to work Sunday night feeling very sluggish and desperately wanting for days to run by fast enough so that it’d be my rest days again. Puh-leeze??? Because I had trouble sleeping on my rest days, I “experimented” on my sleeping hours last Thursday, as per a friendly advise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113270985059194211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113270985059194211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113270985059194211' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-113233977720816174</id><published>2005-11-18T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:31:52.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mga Kwento Bago Mag-alas tres ng Umaga Just got home from a night out with my bestfriend. And I hope my sibs don't get to read this until they've watched it too, but I caught HP earlier this evening and hey, I liked it. Really did. I'm not an obsessed HP fan, although I was green with envy when an officemate of mine came to work one night carrying her Gryffindor robe, but upon seeing the movie, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113233977720816174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113233977720816174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113233977720816174' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-113123890642330470</id><published>2005-11-05T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:02:37.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You're Wondering.... ... where I've been...No, I haven't really moved to a new blog provider, if you think that my missing photos are signs. I'm just really busy with work and still don't have my writing inspiration back. But, I have been writing some thoughts elsewhere, whenever it strikes me, such as here, and here. This is only because Blogger is not allowed at work. That is why I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113123890642330470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113123890642330470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113123890642330470' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-113123852034163641</id><published>2005-11-05T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:55:20.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La Mesa Eco Park Experience I have been bugging my parents for the longest time for us to have a Family Day aka Picnic Day at the La Mesa Eco Park in East Fairview, Quezon City. Since I moved to the GY shift, I found myself having time for actual newspaper reading every morning when I arrive home from work. And I think it was through one of those news articles that I came across reading about the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113123852034163641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113123852034163641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113123852034163641' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-113123825242724353</id><published>2005-10-08T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:50:52.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mass Update Tagaytay with Family Last Week I know, this is a real late update, but you will understand why later. Just wanted to document here that after such a long time, my family went on a roadtrip to Tagaytay last Saturday, to celebrate my brother Butzy and my mom's birthdays.  We spent the day there in a leisurely pace, woke up quite late too but reached the place just in time for lunch. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113123825242724353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113123825242724353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113123825242724353' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-113123784753520711</id><published>2005-09-29T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:45:42.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smart Aleck Winner Abu Last night, I went to visit my cousin's house and look at Chelly my baby who has grown fatter after about 10 days. My Ate Ria also gladly told me that one of our younger cousins, Abu, won in a Math Quiz Bee. When I heard the news, I thought she was just joking. I then played with Chelly for 10 minutes more then asked again, "hindi nga? nanalo si Abu?!"  Abu is our 4-year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113123784753520711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/113123784753520711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#113123784753520711' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-112781456509581995</id><published>2005-09-27T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:49:25.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On LosingMy guy best friend Ole lost in his latest tournament in Turkey last Saturday. Real sad. When I met him maybe 4 years ago, he was then a young professional kickboxer dreaming of going to Thailand and be famous. Now, he lives in Thailand and is famous, at least in the European kickboxing world, and he’s still the same modest guy that he’s always been to me.I’ve never had the chance of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/112781456509581995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/112781456509581995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112781456509581995' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-112419707623694180</id><published>2005-08-16T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:57:56.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThankFulHello! So it has been almost two months of unplanned hiatus for me. It’s not like I have totally abandoned this blog (I still visit here everyday), but I just wanted to cool things up a bit before I write again. As some of you might know, something happened to me in connection with this blog and the work that I do. It’s a resolved issue, it’s over, and I want to put it behind me. But, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/112419707623694180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/112419707623694180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112419707623694180' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111924075753965073</id><published>2005-06-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:14:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>June WeddingsSo I’ve been hearing, seeing, reading about weddings for the whole month. Coz it’s the month of June, month of weddings. I wonder why everyone wants to get married in June. If I were to get married, I want to be a January bride. Coz it’s a new year, and a new life for me.My grade school best friend, Aggie, is getting married June 23rd and last night, I chanced upon her blog and she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111924075753965073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111924075753965073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111924075753965073' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111773024898110673</id><published>2005-06-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:41:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Princess Chelly Gusto ko lang pagyabang ang cute na cute na pics ng pamangkin kong si Chelly. She's now almost 9 months old, growing cuter by the day. Two weeks in the province and she has learned so many tricks/antics. Guess it really helps when a baby is surrounded by kids too. Sha ang baby na marunong mag-project sa camera. Even when she's crying, if you tell her "chelly, picture! picture!" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111773024898110673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111773024898110673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111773024898110673' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111772901833807159</id><published>2005-06-02T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:25:51.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kuwentong BuhokAs some of you might have noticed, and/or for the benefit of those who haven't seen me for some time, I'm a long-haired girl at present, probably the longest I have let my hair grow. I remember back in college I used to have really short hair --- so short that they all literally stick outta my head and the only thing that helps me make look like a girl still is hairgel. Anyways, no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111772901833807159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111772901833807159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111772901833807159' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111755715550732168</id><published>2005-05-30T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T09:37:02.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Wedding, Chris and Pinky!!!Congratulations and Best Wishes to my cousin Pinky Ibardaloza and newest cousin-in-law Chris Sage on their wedding held last Saturday, May 28 at Kansas City, MO. Chris is Pinky’s first and last boyfriend and I would say she is one lucky gal to have ever found her Mr. Right with just one try. Although we didn’t grow up together, Pinky and I knew each other pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111755715550732168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111755715550732168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111755715550732168' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111694019281055717</id><published>2005-05-24T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T08:51:40.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GO SERGIO, CARRIE and BO!I’m a self-confessed reality tv-show fan. It’s not that I super like all of them but there were a couple I really followed, like For Love or Money 1, Manhunt, and Starting Over. Last night I missed my supposedly early sleeptime coz I chanced upon Playing It Straight on TV, and it was the finale. Aliw! The girl was super stressed coz she didn’t know if the guy he chose was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111694019281055717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111694019281055717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694019281055717' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111693251582282782</id><published>2005-05-23T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T08:54:11.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTG Dad! Congratulations to my Dad, who received his MBA Major in Financial Management yesterday, May 22. His name is again, 3 letters longer: Agerico T. Isorena, PEE, MBA. Galeng! We're all so proud of you Daddy! :D      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111693251582282782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111693251582282782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111693251582282782' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111626441837186255</id><published>2005-05-16T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:29:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me and My Guy BestfriendI went to sleep last night feeling really sad. I knew it, I should’ve opted to sleep early last night coz I’m supposed to be tired after spending the entire day at the super-hot hometown of my Mom for the fiesta. Minus the killer weather ‘though, it was a great day, I loved being with my oldies (grandparents, uncles and aunts, including my parents), and the youngsters (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111626441837186255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111626441837186255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111626441837186255' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111600648491043391</id><published>2005-05-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:48:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tots I'm tired. Physically, mentally, but not emotionally. Physically coz I'm sick. Been having this cough and colds that just won't go away. It all started with inhaling too much smoke from this KTV where me and my shiftmates like to hang out after work. Second time I was there, it was suddenly a smoking area. Imagine a room with no windows, and a door that's kept closed coz of the aircon, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111600648491043391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111600648491043391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111600648491043391' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111583096363568404</id><published>2005-05-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T10:05:42.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dito na Lang Kahit anong isip ko, di ko maintindihan kung bakit ang current gf ng ex-bf ko (3 years ago pa to) eh nagseselos pa rin saken. Friends naman kami ng ex ko, past is past, I'm totally over the whole thing, wala akong balak bumalik, at sha ay may plans nang magpakasal sa naging gf nya after me. And with no BS involved, pramis, I'm really happy for him. Pero dahil mashado akong masaya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111583096363568404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111583096363568404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111583096363568404' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111383792033887313</id><published>2005-04-18T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:27:52.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Ask if You Don't UnderstandI keep a real small circle of close of friends, and I treat them with the utmost I can probably give to anyone. I consider myself nice to everyone, at work, back in school, at church, even at the neighborhood, but I am a lot nicer to those I consider my real friends. I will go down for them, no matter what, and they are pretty much there for me anytime I need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111383792033887313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111383792033887313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111383792033887313' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111314938241784690</id><published>2005-04-10T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T09:09:42.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entry #8 Hello...It's been a while I know. I was just counting how many entries I've had since the year started and was surprised to know this is only my 8th. Is that how boring my life has been? Maybe. Or maybe not. Well, every night I think I tell myself I will write something but end up doing nothing. Maybe it's coz I'm tired from work, or I don't wanna talk about work which is pretty much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111314938241784690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111314938241784690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111314938241784690' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111176767196362012</id><published>2005-03-25T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T08:25:58.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post-Birthday Thanks Just wanna say thanks to all those who remembered me on my special day last March 19. To those who texted: Sunset, Louie, Ate Ria, Ate Glecie, Dale, Dimple, Mat, Ate Shine, Kay, Christian Ho, Joy-joy, Forcedesk (esp to those who covered for me!), Mommy Ateng, Chewee, Tito June, Jess, J-arr, Jen, Melanie, RD, and Aissa. To those who greeted my through YM: Chris, Ole, Flor, Am,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111176767196362012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111176767196362012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176767196362012' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-111105875892871845</id><published>2005-03-17T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T03:26:42.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hindi Ko KinayaLast Saturday, lumapit sa Mommy ko ang aming maid/househelp. Magd-day off kasi siya kinabukasan, at dahil paalis kami, kinausap niya ang nanay ko. Sabi nya, "ate yung pera na ibinigay niyo sakin, hindi po tinanggap sa palengke, kasi peke daw po." Shempre nagulat kaming lahat, kaya sabi ni Mommy, "patingin nga nung pera". Inilabas niya yung dalawang tig-1000 niya, hmmm, mukha namang</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111105875892871845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/111105875892871845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111105875892871845' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110969592710459383</id><published>2005-03-01T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:50:42.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ole's Legacy Gym Today I saw on photos the gym that my friend Ole is putting up somewhere in Thailand. I don't think he has to know but I was giggling with so much glee and happiness for him when I saw the photos. I think it's because we have been talking about this gym from Day 1 that we started talking, about 3 or 4 years ago. And after all the ups and downs, there is a real construction going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110969592710459383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110969592710459383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969592710459383' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110969496543406640</id><published>2005-02-28T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:22:48.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manhunt While almost all of my female officemates are talking about Koreanovelas and their leading men most of the time, I have been following the Manhunt series on tv with more interest. Ok, I confess I also watched Lovers in Paris on DVD but it didn't made me go gaga over Korean guys. Well yeah, cute si Soo-Hyug but, I still like Jon Johnson a lot better.Above is a photo of him. Ain't he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110969496543406640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110969496543406640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110969496543406640' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110907074432530212</id><published>2005-02-22T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:32:44.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ang EK..Sa Wakas!You all have to congratulate me dahil sa wakas, nakarating na ako sa Enchanted Kingdom! Hahaha! Nakakahiya mang aminin pero kahapon lang ako nakarating sa Disneyland kuno ng Pilipinas at ginawa namin to ng bestfriend ko to celebrate the 7th year anniversary of our car accident. Napag-isip-isip namin na matanda at bata kami at the same time. Matanda for obvious reasons and bata </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110907074432530212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110907074432530212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110907074432530212' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110906934191224508</id><published>2005-02-19T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T02:50:34.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Dying (in the not so literal sense) I have always believed that I am not afraid to die but I am afraid of someone real important dying ahead of me. And I dunno, it just struck me, a few minutes ago before I opened up blogger again after ugh, 2 months of hiatus, that I feel like I have died for two months. I feel bad for letting that happen. Thoughts came flooding to me then, about how many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110906934191224508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110906934191224508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110906934191224508' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110437260853264753</id><published>2004-12-26T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:49:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas 2005Yep, I was merry last Christmas coz I again got to celebate it in Nueva, with everyone healthy, and with two more additions to the family (I got 1 new nephew and 1 new niece this year). Again I went sleepless for more than 24 hours coz I had to rush to the mall after work to finish my Christmas shopping. I got home around 5pm and had to wrap some of the gifts I just bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110437260853264753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110437260853264753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110437260853264753' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110436773175091403</id><published>2004-12-19T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T12:33:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forcedesk Christmas PartyThis was held after going sleepless for more than 30 hours. Yep, 30 hours, even I can't believe I survived. After work Friday morning, I decided to go home with a plan to catch 3 hours of sleep before I prepare and meet my bestfriend Kay for our scheduled Christmas shopping that afternoon. But, I ended up using those hours I planned to spend in dreamland playing with my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110436773175091403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110436773175091403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110436773175091403' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110261554013706291</id><published>2004-12-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T12:49:10.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starting Over Almost everyday, from Tuesday to Friday, I watch this Reality TV show on ETC Channel from 10-11pm. This show is called Starting Over, it’s a daytime reality TV series and features several women who are “starting over” by attempting to make extraordinary changes in their lives while living altogether in the same house (called the Starting Over house) in Chicago (now relocated in LA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110261554013706291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110261554013706291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110261554013706291' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110080286362463195</id><published>2004-11-18T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:53:55.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kung Anu-ano LangJust when I thought next year pa ako pwedeng mag-bakasyon from work (and I was just really a blessed soul that my rest days fall on Dec 24-25 and Dec. 30-Jan 1), I was allowed by my sup to take Nov 25 off! Which means I'm off from Nov 25 (Thurs am) and I come back to work Nov 28 (Sun night). That's almost 4 days of rest. Yippeeee!!! Thanks to Thanksgiving in the US, kung ano </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110080286362463195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110080286362463195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110080286362463195' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-110003476062199490</id><published>2004-11-09T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T13:18:25.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hangkyut!When I saw this photo, tawa ako ng tawa. As in I was giggling for a full minute or two. Kilig na kilig ako dun sa baby at sa buong photo. Galeng talaga ni Anne Geddes. She's one hella photographer. I think she's really gifted, to have the talent and patience to work with babies as young as 6 days old. Hindi yun biro ha coz babies are really fragile. I hope one day I can meet her and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110003476062199490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/110003476062199490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110003476062199490' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109906592839498932</id><published>2004-10-29T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T09:05:28.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I agree "I think sometimes you love someone so much, you have to be numb to it... because if you actually felt how much you loved them, it would kill you. " - Fay, from the movie Riding in Cars with Boys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109906592839498932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109906592839498932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109906592839498932' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109859158561089050</id><published>2004-10-23T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:23:59.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dimplet My Niece Last Friday morning, since it was already my rest day, I decided to spend my day at my cousins' place to "take care" of my newest niece, Emely Richelle. We call her many names, but I mostly call her Dimplet, because her mom's nickname is Dimple and they look soooo alike.  Dimplet is almost 2 months old and she is sooo big. I held her a couple of times and I swear she's heavy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109859158561089050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109859158561089050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109859158561089050' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109785703402741500</id><published>2004-10-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:17:14.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lunch with Old Friends Today after work, because it's already my rest day/night, I decided to drop by my old office to get my final pay and some other documents I still have to get from them. I debated about it all night while I was at work, whether or not I should go, for reasons I really can't explain. Maybe I was scared of seeing my old officemates and place of work because I'm afraid it will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109785703402741500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109785703402741500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109785703402741500' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109751659079239420</id><published>2004-10-11T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:38:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go Ole!Learn more about it here. Sana manalo! Para may autographed shirt ako. :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109751659079239420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109751659079239420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109751659079239420' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109744001697352685</id><published>2004-10-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:27:05.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Want My Bed!It's 3:45am (MNL) and I'm in the office with barely three hours of sleep since 9am yesterday morning. All I want in the whole world right now is end shift time at 6:30am and a cab that will take me home in QC within 30 mins and my bed after I have showered and eaten breakfast (technically dinner for me) at 7:30am. Sigh...3 more hours to go.Weekend with family was fun. We left Manila</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109744001697352685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109744001697352685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109744001697352685' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109709214007295937</id><published>2004-10-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T12:49:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wala akong Maisip na Title My Mom celebrated her 43rd birthday last Monday, October 4 so Happy Happy Birthday to my beautiful mom! Muah! Because of my abnormal working hours, add to the fact that the new sked was being rolled out last week and this week, I had to have split rest days for me not to have to work for 8 days straight. So I had one rest day for Sept. 27, Monday, which was my bro's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109709214007295937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109709214007295937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109709214007295937' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109640561112275483</id><published>2004-09-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T14:08:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday, Butzy!Yeah I know weird name, it's my one and only bro's. He's really Agerico, Jr. but we call him Butzy (bootchie) or Kuya at home. He turned 20 today making my little sis Bonzai the only teen left in the family. I didn't have time to buy him a gift (although I don't really give gifts during birthdays) but it so happened it was my interim rest day on the day of his birthday so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109640561112275483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109640561112275483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109640561112275483' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109640510854557822</id><published>2004-09-24T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T14:08:39.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Sked Thank God it seems I'm gonna have my social life back. During this evening's Team Meeting, we had to pick our new skeds that will be good until the end of December. I was retained to the GY shift. Yeah baby, it's still 9:30pm-6:30am for me (pokpok shift). But my new rest days are Fridays and Saturdays which means I start work Sunday night and end Friday morning. It's like having an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109640510854557822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109640510854557822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109640510854557822' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109640486402973077</id><published>2004-09-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:54:24.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday, Tatay!!! You're really my grandpa but you'll always be my one and only TATAY. You are everyone's Tatay in the family. I'm so sorry I'm not there to give you a kiss and a hug on your special day but I promise to make it up with you when I get back. :) I'm excited about Christmas because of you. Last year, I was really lonely because you were in the hospital bed during the holidays </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109640486402973077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109640486402973077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109640486402973077' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109640450026075704</id><published>2004-09-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T09:11:24.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OlatsAraw ng mga talo ngayon:1. Ateneo lost to La Salle in the UAAP. Not that I really feel bad about it but sayang lang kasi yung straight wins, tapos natalo din. But it's ok!!! :D2. Kiefer Sutherland lost in the Emmys. Hay...3. Jennifer Garner lost in the Emmys. Kelan kaya 'to mangyayari? And I feel bad sinabihan siyang isa sa Worst Dressed that night. Hmph.4. Ole lost in Japan. Awww this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109640450026075704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109640450026075704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109640450026075704' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109554264049156906</id><published>2004-09-18T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T14:25:13.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kwento-kwento LangAko ay isa nang certified workaholic. Isang linggo ko na palang hindi pinapansin ang blog ko. Joke! Hindi ako workaholic, never will be. Hirap lang talaga ako matulog sa araw at busy talaga ako pag gabi. Madalas naguguluhan na ako kung anong araw na ba talaga. Umpisa kasi ng linggo ko technically ay Thursday hanggang Monday, na natatapos talaga ng Tuesday ng umaga kasi panggabi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109554264049156906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109554264049156906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109554264049156906' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109492272986783895</id><published>2004-09-11T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T10:12:09.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chona in the City Eto ang nagpasaya sa gabi ko ngayon sa trabaho. Basahin at maaliw: http://chona.blogspot.com. Panalo 'to sobra. Hehehe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109492272986783895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109492272986783895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109492272986783895' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109484568818243629</id><published>2004-09-10T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:48:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Gift of Being Single *Got this from my mail and I really like it so I thought I'd share it with you guys. Thanks Yayang for this wonderful forwarded message coz it really blessed me. :)*Too often people want what they want, or think they want at the moment, which is usually "happiness" right now. The irony of their impatience is that only by learning to wait, and by willingness to accept the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109484568818243629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109484568818243629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109484568818243629' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109386635887435294</id><published>2004-08-30T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T04:52:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saan Ka Pinaglihi?Natanong ko lang kasi kakatapos ko lang kumain ng santol. At isa yung sa mga pinaglihihan sakin ng nanay ko. As far as I know, apat yun: santol, suha (pomelo), balut, at Magnolia drumstick ice cream.Start tayo sa santol. Out of the four, yung santol ang wala akong matandaang kwento kung bakit 'to na-consider na pinaglihihan sakin ni Mommy. Sabi lang niya, yung mga balat (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109386635887435294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109386635887435294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109386635887435294' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109356786293864324</id><published>2004-08-26T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:05:09.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reasons Why I Should Be... ...Happy/Delighted/Thankful1. Classes/Work have resumed. For the past two days I had a hard time getting enough sleep during the day because of the suspension of classes/work due to bad weather. It's either because I'm roused from slumber whenever someone enters the room, turn the lights on or I hear something like the tv or someone talking on the phone. And when it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109356786293864324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109356786293864324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109356786293864324' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109324050997265863</id><published>2004-08-22T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:58:56.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waaaah!!!Nakakaiyak ang itsura ng blog ko. Di ko maintindihan kung bakit italicized ang karamihan sa mga text at kung pano ko tatanggalin ang nakakainis na ad sa taas. Argh. I'll fix this promise, I just need to get settled in sa bagong trabaho. Yes, new work na, and so far so good. Sana tuluy-tuloy na.Shout-Outs:1. Congratulations to my HS friend Rodante Roldan for passing the Physician </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109324050997265863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109324050997265863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109324050997265863' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109266679109239553</id><published>2004-08-13T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T06:05:55.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ang Bakasyon...Bow!Hokei..isinulat ko talaga tong entry na 'to na late, pero ipo-post ko sha para magmukhang sinulat ko right after pag-uwi ko. Hahaha. Labo. Eniweis, bitin ako sa bakasyon, and sorry pero nabitin kaming lahat dahil sa namatay kong lolo. *Wag niya sana akong multuhin*We arrived Nueva Monday night, and of course, there was a wake going on next door. Sa province kasi, ang style, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109266679109239553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109266679109239553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109266679109239553' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109203681475070016</id><published>2004-08-09T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T08:15:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off to VacationI'm leaving for Nueva Ecija in a few, to visit my relatives with my cousin Apple who just arrived from Dubai last Saturday. Incidentally, an uncle of my mom and her dad, Tatang Kanor, died yesterday at 84 so that's another reason to go home.We're off to Baguio tomorrow to spend about three days there so I'll be back by Friday. Until then!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109203681475070016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109203681475070016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109203681475070016' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-10918817670670324</id><published>2004-08-07T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T05:29:27.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Officially Jobless AGAINIt was my last day at work this morning. So as of 11:20am, I walked out of the Orient Square Building with my stuff, officially jobless again. Hmmm, I kinda felt bad leaving my friends and my team. At the moment, people from my team are leaving one by one and I'm really worried as to what will happen. I almost didn't wanna leave yet because my replacement is not yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/10918817670670324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/10918817670670324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10918817670670324' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109177766235982620</id><published>2004-08-06T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T00:34:22.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Tiny FeetFinally, I was able to buy a pair of slip-on sandals last night. Buying shoes is normally a problem for me because I have tiny feet. I don't really consider myself vertically-challenged but for some weird reason, I have small feet (and hands). It's normally size 5, sometimes 4 1/2, at the most 6. Plus, my feet are really very slender. Maliit na payat pa, so not many shoes are "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109177766235982620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109177766235982620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109177766235982620' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109140965347912801</id><published>2004-08-01T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:20:53.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanted: Date with Robbie Navarro of Wiseguys Before anythin' else, my baking escapade was a success, I'd say. I made Choco Chip Muffins and Jaffa Cake. Naubos naman yung muffins, but yung Jaffa Cake, hindi ko pa nakikita kung kinain na. I baked Sunday afternoon na because I went out Saturday. And I just discovered that baking has a calming effect on me. I was pissed off before I started baking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109140965347912801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109140965347912801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109140965347912801' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109134329311371188</id><published>2004-07-31T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:57:26.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bonzai's Debut Photos Check 'em here. Enjoy! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109134329311371188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109134329311371188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109134329311371188' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109124098097837700</id><published>2004-07-30T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T19:33:10.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Saturday..Yehey! Wala lang. No particular reason why I should be happy today, just because it's a Saturday. I don't even have plans yet for the rest of the day. Well, I'm supposed to have a gimik with my oldest chat friends later tonight pero parang malabo matuloy. Other than that, I'm just looking forward to 11am para makauwi na ako at makaalis ng office. Pero sana makita ko muna yung crush</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109124098097837700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109124098097837700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109124098097837700' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109090974228402489</id><published>2004-07-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:37:53.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Mom and Imelda  I'm sure many of you have heard of the line "There is a litte Imelda in all of us", as said by Imelda Marcos herself to justify her passion for shoes which she also claimed as not one of her weaknesses, whatever that may mean. Anyways, this line made me think of my own mother because like Imelda, she loves shoes too. Okay, so she doesn't have 3,00 pairs (which Imelda claims </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109090974228402489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109090974228402489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109090974228402489' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109082368890885776</id><published>2004-07-25T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:34:48.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ang Weekend I ended up staying in the office until 3pm last Saturday. Good thing I caught my friend Ole online so I had someone to chat with while killing time, and my bestest cousin Apple in Dubai was also online. I left at 3pm because the office was almost totally deserted by that time and heck, I was still there so I just decided to check-in to Discovery Suites. I haven't been to a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109082368890885776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109082368890885776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109082368890885776' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109064435796754154</id><published>2004-07-23T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T21:45:57.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Killing Time I'm still in the office right now but definitely not working anymore. I'm, as the title of this entry says, killing time before I check-in to the hotel for later's party with my college friends. It should be exciting coz we will try to smuggle 23 or so people into a 3-bedroom suite that's supposed to be good for only 9. Imagine the excitement, of bringing in booze a lot more than 12 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109064435796754154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109064435796754154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109064435796754154' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109037178433875367</id><published>2004-07-20T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T18:03:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Name in Hieroglyphics  There ya go. Rosirea Isorena in hieroglyphics. Cool noh? :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109037178433875367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109037178433875367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109037178433875367' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109030935841053875</id><published>2004-07-20T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:45:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Kind of Man a Woman Should Have  In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question "What kind of man are you looking for?"   She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking "Do you really want to know?" Reluctantly, he said "Yes."   She began to expound...   "As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109030935841053875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109030935841053875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109030935841053875' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-109019890424233323</id><published>2004-07-18T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:03:45.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>26-28 or 28-30?  Hay, that was a fast weekend I almost didn't feel it. After working until 11am last Saturday, I went to SM Megamall with my officemate Maureen to buy a gift for Kay's niece, Yanna, who will be christened that afternoon. I felt so overwhelmed with all the baby stuff in the department store, that I just didn't know what to buy. Good thing a saleslady approached us and I told her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109019890424233323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/109019890424233323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109019890424233323' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108995779903590460</id><published>2004-07-15T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T23:10:31.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Headachey Thoughts Read from Aylin's blog that Blogger has a new and improved compose window so I'm checkin' it out and wow, it is cool. It's now possible to choose a font style and size, align left, right, center or justify. It's even possible to post a pic directly from your Compose window..too bad I don't have a photo to post from my office computer. Aliw...parang Word na! Kulang na lang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108995779903590460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108995779903590460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108995779903590460' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108968063505744011</id><published>2004-07-12T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:40:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After the PartyI am back to work from a 1-day rest after Bonzai's party last Saturday. I'd say the party was a huge success except for the minor details we forgot like the voice-over that failed to play during her entrance (I myself forgot it because I was so enchanted to see my sister entering the venue in a horse-drawn carriage, it was literally like watching a real fairy tale), and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108968063505744011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108968063505744011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108968063505744011' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108926593527731453</id><published>2004-07-07T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:52:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PressuredThis is how I feel lately, probably because of work and the fact that I MIGHT change jobs again soon. Or because I'm up for performance evaluation anytime. Or this might just be due to Bonzai's debut on Saturday. I'm both excited and tired (already) about it. And speaking of that debut, I still don't have a gift. Bonzai pwede bang kiss at hug na lang? Hehehe.As a result of this "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108926593527731453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108926593527731453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108926593527731453' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108901148858339136</id><published>2004-07-04T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T07:12:26.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Want My Old WorkStation BackTo the Big Guy Up There, Kindly please have my computer working again tomorrow, because I don't like my "temporary" workstation for the day. First of all, I'm not a boss/sup/team leader to work in a station that is higher than the normal station. Second, I get distracted coz I'm seeing everything, even every person who comes in/goes out of our door. And greatest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108901148858339136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108901148858339136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108901148858339136' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108895749651911281</id><published>2004-07-04T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T09:14:00.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old Friends DayToday is what I would call my Old Friends Day..because I got in touch with not one, not two, but three old friends today. And they weren't planned, all by chance. So it was really cool.First was my friend Allan. I woke up around 3pm today, after failing to go back to the normal sleeping time last night (due to my night shift sked last work week which totally messed up my body </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108895749651911281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108895749651911281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108895749651911281' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108877529394153418</id><published>2004-07-02T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T06:34:53.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today Is Supposed To Be A Happy DayI spent the first 6 hours at work, then the next 14 hours at home (12 of which I spent in dreamland), and the remaining 4 hours at work again. I just had the chance to sleep the longest this week, since I started working the graveyard shift Monday night. And I should be glad, yeah I am. But I guess, I just can't shake the thought that I'm supposed to be happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108877529394153418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108877529394153418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877529394153418' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108855831921415727</id><published>2004-06-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T18:18:39.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Bonzai!!!Today is my one and only little sister Bonzai's 18th birthday. I can't think of an appropriate tangible gift for her so I thought that in the meantime, an entry about her would do.She came into my life when I was 6 years old. At that time, I already have my younger brother Butzy as playmate for almost two years. I remember (although not vividly) a day or two after she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108855831921415727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108855831921415727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108855831921415727' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108806318249904814</id><published>2004-06-24T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T08:19:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maria Laureana ThereseThe image above is my bestfriend Kay's newest niece. I think she's gonna be nicknamed Elle (the tita is Kay, the mom is Jae, and the niece is Elle: J-K-L). Hangggkkkkkkkyyyyyuuuuuuuuutttttt noh???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108806318249904814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108806318249904814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108806318249904814' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108795713207466433</id><published>2004-06-22T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T19:18:52.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything Happens For A ReasonSometimes, people come into our life and you know right away that they were meant to be there to serve some purpose, teach you lesson or help figure out who you are and who you want to become.You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.And sometimes things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108795713207466433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108795713207466433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108795713207466433' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108761206823209192</id><published>2004-06-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:27:48.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pangarap na JacketIt's probably because I'm soooo cold right now. I forgot to bring my jacket to work and now my brain is almost frozen. And so I surfed for jackets online and remembered this real cool blue jacket I saw in Megamall last night. I couldn't take my eyes off that jacket and this is how it looks like.This piece of beauty costs $80 in the Adidas Online Shop. Hay, I want one...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108761206823209192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108761206823209192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108761206823209192' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108760780765770283</id><published>2004-06-18T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T18:16:47.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Perfect Person"When you're out there looking for that perfect person keep these things in mind. People change, no matter how hard they try not to. As you grow older you mature, and with each new level of maturity come different ideas, different needs and wants. The person who was perfect for you at twenty could be the person you hate when you're thirty-five. You have to find some one who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108760780765770283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108760780765770283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108760780765770283' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108754252753657987</id><published>2004-06-17T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:12:06.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beauty Products For SaleI'm helping a friend sell her beauty products so if any of you are interested, she has the following:1. Underarm Kit - removes chicken skin and whitens underarm (P300)2. Facial Kit - for whiter, smoother skin &amp; maintenance (P300)3. Acne Set - for pimple treatment, removes dirt and excess oil that causes pimples and blackheads (P450)4. Body Bleaching Set - for whiter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108754252753657987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108754252753657987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108754252753657987' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108735214899301918</id><published>2004-06-15T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T16:13:15.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gmail Accounts Up for GrabsI didn't realize how badly some people want to have a Gmail account until my friend Ederic asked me if I already have a Gmail account and asked how many more invites I have left. And I was like "huh? what invites?". Turns out as a Gmail account holder, I have the option to invite several people to have Gmail too. I really thought Gmail is already a free-for-all thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108735214899301918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108735214899301918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108735214899301918' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108692499843378310</id><published>2004-06-10T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T20:36:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Flavour Am I?Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?Ano/Sino ang/si Cor Blimey???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108692499843378310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108692499843378310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692499843378310' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108692491231344731</id><published>2004-06-10T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T20:35:12.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Kilig Fades"When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108692491231344731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108692491231344731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692491231344731' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108674734187334867</id><published>2004-06-08T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:15:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy, busy, busyYep, that's how I've been these last few days I haven't been blogging. After three days of being sick (2 days spent at home and 1 day at work - refer to last post), I forced myself to feel better because I didn't want work to pile up to a level way over than what I could handle. And on top of it all, my department who should be a 6-man team will be down to a 3-man team with no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108674734187334867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108674734187334867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108674734187334867' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108605407893010046</id><published>2004-05-31T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:43:51.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging Through Sniffs, Blows, and SneezesI was absent from work yesterday. Talaga namang kung kelan last day of the month, absent ako. I woke up with a headache and I thought it's because I lack sleep. So I called-in sick, went back to sleep and when I woke up, ayun na, major sinisipon. I dunno if nakasama ung pag-try kong maglinis ng sala namin, pero after ko magwalis at makalanghap ng </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108605407893010046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108605407893010046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108605407893010046' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108578638849498121</id><published>2004-05-28T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:19:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Losing my JacketWhen I was still a kid, I always lose my stuff. My hanky, my pencil/ballpen, even my wallet. I guess it comes with maturity, as I grew older, I lost less of my stuff..until I don't anymore, and man I was so proud!But yesterday, I lost something, and I felt really bad about it. Because it was my jacket. A very special person in my life went all the way from Hamburg, Germany to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108578638849498121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108578638849498121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108578638849498121' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108570424462281353</id><published>2004-05-27T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T17:30:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Wish I Can Draw..as good as our designer, Edward Teng. Hehe. Every year, my mom has to attend about two or three big sosyalans where she has to dress up really nice. By sosyalan it could be a formal birthday party of a friend, or a dinner dance of a club in her hometown, something like a Rotary Club. I normally tag along on these events, kasi masarap ang food. Hehehe. But it can get pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108570424462281353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108570424462281353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570424462281353' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108553590627416541</id><published>2004-05-25T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T18:48:20.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gumaya kay Aylin What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by QuizillaAwwww...The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. WhetherI'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lostin a good book, or giggling with my bestfriend, I live in a world apart, one full ofadventure and wonder and other stuff adultsdon't understand. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108553590627416541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108553590627416541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108553590627416541' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108553137145957680</id><published>2004-05-25T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T17:29:31.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Burden Off My ShouldersI lack sleep today, got to REM for only 5 hours (I need 7 to 8 hours in a worknight to function properly) but you know that kinda feeling, when u wake up feeling tired but at peace?That's how I felt when I woke up this morning, because before I went to bed last night, I got to talk to a friend with whom I had a "quarrel" last week. I felt so bad from Day 1 that we had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108553137145957680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108553137145957680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108553137145957680' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108539381020523576</id><published>2004-05-24T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T03:37:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dinner with Elementary FriendsLast Saturday night, I met up with my elementary friends/classmates at Kamayan West Avenue for dinner. Thanks to Friendster, we started making contact with each other again and decided it's high time to meet, after so many years. I was really very excited, so despite the bad weather (it kept on raining all weekend), I really made it a point to show up. We weren't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108539381020523576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108539381020523576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108539381020523576' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108539315221280271</id><published>2004-05-22T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T03:10:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New DiscoveryI just discovered this cool program called Hello that enables me to send photos straight to my blog. Very cool. Here is a sampler:"Let there be light." Took this photo last Maundy Thursday, on the way to Pantabangan, Nueva Ecija where my family spent the Holy Week. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108539315221280271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108539315221280271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108539315221280271' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108519461849259946</id><published>2004-05-21T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T20:10:44.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random ThoughtsI was late yesterday! Badtrip! Two minutes. Haven't been late since the month started. Oh well..There's always a first time for everything. Hehehe. Sayang lang coz I checked my attendance today and it looks so beautiful pala seeing your attendance summary with zero lates. Except for yesterday. :S==================Get well soon to my other mom, Mommy Ateng (my real mom's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108519461849259946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108519461849259946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108519461849259946' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108494408436750786</id><published>2004-05-18T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:21:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Assessment of an ArgumentI hardly make enemies or get mad at anyone. Sure there are some people who gets on my nerves but when I'm annoyed it just passes so quickly. I consider myself a very forgiving person, as long as the person who has done anything bad to me, is sincere. Right now, what pains me so much is the fact that I had an argument with a person I never argued with in the two or so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108494408436750786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108494408436750786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108494408436750786' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108475307587287348</id><published>2004-05-16T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T17:17:55.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend at NuevaSpent the weekend at the province again, coz last weekend I was there too, and maybe next weekend and the weekend after that. In short, I spend my weekends for the whole month of May in the province: Peñaranda, Nueva Ecija, my mom's hometown. It's a mere 2.5 hours drive from Manila so going there is not really much of a hassle, except maybe for the traffic jams we encounter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108475307587287348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108475307587287348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108475307587287348' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108431799153373035</id><published>2004-05-11T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T16:26:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work UpdatesAh so it's true, Blogger has a new look. Read about it in Aylin's blog and I hope this new look and feature hasn't been in effect for some time already, coz it will be so obvious I haven't been posting lately.Biggest reason why I have been MIA again is because my freaking images won't show. I don't know if Angelfire has disconnected my account or something but when I log in to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108431799153373035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108431799153373035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108431799153373035' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108294849723892724</id><published>2004-04-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T20:05:43.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Achin' All OverI've been feeling this way for a couple of days already because of the Company Sportsfest yesterday. I was forced (literally) to join the Cheerdancing Competition. So since Thursday night, I practiced after work, went home late with a sore body and report to work during the the day. Unfortunately, our team didn't win but nevertheless, it was an ok event. Can't say I had a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108294849723892724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108294849723892724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108294849723892724' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108252714670959935</id><published>2004-04-20T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T23:12:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY Source: The Manila Times By: Mark J. Macapagal In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with... and the one that got away. Who is the one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108252714670959935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108252714670959935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252714670959935' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108229199155438682</id><published>2004-04-18T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T05:45:40.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten Things I Hate About You"I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots. And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick-- it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh -- even worse when you make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108229199155438682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108229199155438682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108229199155438682' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108209763106796027</id><published>2004-04-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T23:47:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slackin' OffI've been working for a little over two months with this company and I realized today is the first time I'm slacking off by choice. Meaning, for two straight months, it was just work and work and work. Well, I should be working too, but somethin's pissing me off. I won't talk about it so that next time I read this, I've completely forgotten what is it about.The summer heat it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108209763106796027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108209763106796027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108209763106796027' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108187340978541604</id><published>2004-04-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:39:39.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Magpaalam Ka Naman by Gmajor7http://www.peyups.comTuesday, September 16, 2003May mga panahong basta alam mo lang kailangan na talagang magpaalam. Pwedeng dahil gusto mo, o kaya nararamdaman mong gusto niya, o di kaya basta lang alam mo kailangan na. Basta lang alam mo wala ka nang magagawa. Pinakamadali kapag ikaw ang may gustong umalis. Magpakahipokrita ka man na ayaw mo makasakit ng </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108187340978541604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108187340978541604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108187340978541604' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-108035753266904156</id><published>2004-03-26T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T19:57:53.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post-Birthday PostThanks to all those who greeted me on my birthday last week! The biggest surprise came from my elementary friends who, thanks to Friendster, know my contact info and was able to greet me. Thanks to Aggie, Hector, Ria, Christian, etc. Can't believe I'm 24 already. I used to laugh at my cousins who deny their real ages but now, I feel oooolllldddd. Next year when I turn 25, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108035753266904156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/108035753266904156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035753266904156' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-107932401689246523</id><published>2004-03-14T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:16:47.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holiday MondayToday is Monday, my least favorite day of the week, in fact, I'm almost an hour late today (ssshhhh). But surprise, surprise, boss is on emergency leave today. Yipee!!! Just when I thought I'd be welcomed with a scolding for coming in late today, the room is empty, coz my other officemate is also on leave. Kinda like a holiday! And I thought this will be a bad day/week.Anyways, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107932401689246523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107932401689246523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932401689246523' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-107867683608436148</id><published>2004-03-07T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T08:30:16.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ayoko pa mag-birthday!!!Normally, when the month of March begins, I start feeling happy and looking forward to my birthday. And I swear, this went on even when I got past that age when birthdays are not, well, that celebrated. I mean, it's my birthday, my special day, so I don't see any reason why I shouldn't look forward to it.I remember when I turned 19, after spending my last birthday (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107867683608436148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107867683608436148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867683608436148' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-107598109812376605</id><published>2004-02-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T03:45:16.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Maganda ang Kutob Ko"Google is probably one of my most visited websites. It's actually the only search engine I trust. Sometimes, I even think Google is a person and jokingly call him "Pareng Google". Hehe.I don't remember what I searched for this afternoon but I noticed something weird in my search result page, some of the links were in Tagalog. I thought I was just hallucinating but when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107598109812376605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107598109812376605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598109812376605' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-107539753276341157</id><published>2004-01-29T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T05:31:32.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smack the Pingu!Punta kayo dito. Aliw sobra! Thanks to Pia's blog. I rarely read other people's blogs. No valid reason except for my biggest enemy, K(atamaran). Buti na lang I checked this out, may umaliw saken. Anyways, super lost ako sa page nung una, didn't know what to do. Until I figured I have to hit the pingu (diba penguin?) and there, na-addict ako.Good strategy, don't hit so hard, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107539753276341157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107539753276341157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539753276341157' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116211.post-107409943998013080</id><published>2004-01-14T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T08:59:10.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subok langNai-inspire ako sa blog ni Aylin kaya susubukan ko gumawa ng entry na Tagalog. O at least Taglish man lang. Hehe. Wala naman akong isusulat yata. Pero tignan natin baka kalabas-labasan nito ang haba na naman.Nagpunta akong interview kanina para sa trabaho sa Singapore at, hindi ako nakuha. Sabi ng Daddy ko nung hinatid niya ako nung umaga sa MRT, "hindi naman yan life and death, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107409943998013080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116211/posts/default/107409943998013080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosirea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409943998013080' title=''/><author><name>Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552181450336390236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/66035740_aa37933569_t.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
