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    <title>forever daddy's girl :(</title>
    <published>2009-04-23T18:17:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-23T18:22:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Try your very best to find all of the pictures asked for. Use Facebook or the pictures stored in your computer. If you can't find one, that's okay. But leave all questions in the survey for others to find. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A picture of you in your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nothing happened :p not that it's any of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/1/1.jpg?et=EGfmnMud13AKG%2Bas%2BtDkmg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A picture of you posing with someone you don't actually like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H8CHU. Pero salamat sa pagpunta sa lamay ni Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/2/2.jpg?et=P3GvUHoi%2BV7AYEmC%2BzO4fw&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A picture with a former crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi man kami nagkatuluyan sa huli, siya pa rin ang first love ko. (2006 pa to...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/3/3.jpg?et=4YbGtr%2C4lMZlNmKZZZjJKA&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/4/3a.jpg?et=HFvo5ECI7wA0ubaD5PxIug&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A picture of you very drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/6/4.jpg?et=MKJTMpTQOpMeKORx19XAYg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A picture of you with a parent or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last picture together :( I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/7/5.JPG?et=vLzDRRuFktOCFeveNzW%2BFg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A picture of you on your birthday, or your favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/8/6.JPG?et=HcTGdp2zIk1jzLVOFEx2dg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A picture of you from your younger years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my Papa's arms :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/9/7.jpg?et=IXrCniheiPcoeIiGS1tURQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A picture of you in one of your favorite outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Papa and I went to an Ukay Ukay. He picked some clothes out for me pa hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/12/8.jpg?et=QK9%2B%2B9rKuH7wMilkSdy4rQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A picture of you making a goofy face at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/13/9.JPG?et=DGNaRJm4jB%2C1kz81NcafIQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A picture you might have edited to make yourself more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/14/10.jpg?et=RyukXcV1xn5YcpEdkjUpYA&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A picture of you and a team or club you're in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM CHINESE IMMIGRANTS. (Dehesa Family) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/15/11a.JPG?et=5lzfVvyyLJb6WwfogAUdPg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN HEARTS AND FLYING PURPLE UNICORNS CLUB. (what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/16/11b.jpg?et=67F34b8Dp%2BBNReZF0xJDkg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala si MJ at Sam So dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/17/11c.jpg?et=1b3YR%2BnVngIIkTAJu6bU9w&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A picture of a night you regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalaman ko na may sakit si Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/19/12.JPG?et=puT7V9qCpjOClJQwhqq2YQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A picture of you showing off a new haircut. (even if it's an old haircut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/86/4696844/1_948527492l.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A picture of you truly being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/24/14d.jpg?et=kmc30Ip2ZNYGxE1l9rXPIw&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your most recent picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take pictures anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/26/16.jpg?et=ZjQODSyz70ne%2CKyJDQh4Yg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A picture you're tagged in on Facebook that you aren't actually in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which. Obviously yung dancer. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/27/17.jpg?et=C6Wfiq%2Ct8GN0B3KcnWFwpQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 .A picture of a time in your life that's over, but you wish it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you were gone, I opened your car and saw pictures. You had written captions on them and it broke my heart because I never showed you all of our pictures... I was always too busy with other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/28/18.jpg?et=Oxo5d3IdvPS1Nj8OjA5oeg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A picture of a time in your life that's over, and you couldn't be more thankful that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back to any time in my life before April 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal one final glance&lt;br /&gt;One final step, one final dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I'd play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd love, love, love to dance with my father&lt;br /&gt;again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A picture with your oldest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/29/20.jpg?et=HN8wGrRTAbgMkixRzwTYKQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A picture with your newest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/30/21.JPG?et=09BIw9wOLy5KBaxD4rBUlA&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. A picture of you when you were anything but happy... even if you were smiling and did your best to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/31/22.jpg?et=A%2CjK2JxGmoBbkvkkWhX76A&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A picture of you that you had no idea was being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian was taking a picture of our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/32/23.jpg?et=c1i8PD%2C9%2BMVs48arnsnTVw&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A picture of you when you were a different person than you are now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordstruck days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/33/24.jpg?et=w3txLt%2CsTe5m7FnXA%2CmoOA&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A picture of you in a fashion &amp;quot;DON'T&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/34/25.jpg?et=rVHtNA%2CV16hJrM6SmiEEIg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A picture of you in a swimsuit - whether you love it or loathe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to post my picture. Here's the swimsuit, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/35/26.jpg?et=UZNvzoGFskwLSRiRjPNiSQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A picture of you taking a shot / chugging a beer / downing some sort of mixed drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding it but I didn't drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/36/27.jpg?et=QOBeP727%2CevsoGbpmv0lgg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. A picture of yourself that you hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this because I always begged you to let me drive and now I wish you could drive me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/37/28.jpg?et=GVhFAi4FAg8oVKKsAUcRFg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A picture of you with someone you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/38/29.JPG?et=cQghqw3cmWjocnuWsw60hQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A picture of how you'd like the world to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ~*STAR*~ Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/39/30.JPG?et=ARftqgSfn2BI3RJj%2BtopSg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. A picture that describes how you'd like to spend every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/40/31.jpg?et=hfXYZN3g1y1VxgrfuLXrcg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. A picture of a time when everything was changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/41/32.jpg?et=MWdAe7g2ObhpXbXE1XC4mA&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. A picture that makes your heart hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MISS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/42/33.JPG?et=OBQdwtmHFQRlir019kFV%2Cg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. A picture that makes your heart smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/500x500/43/34.JPG?et=4Ra%2B0c9LDmv0tyYFnZ6Bgg&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. A picture of one of the best times of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/25/15.JPG?et=l6zerxkS%2BMDy9YIe7QE37w&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rizziedoodles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/106/1200x1200/44/35.JPG?et=oeI8guuXDIdVJftg3OPfEQ&amp;amp;nmid=234604369" alt="" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Paying It Back for Mang Meliton a.k.a "Mang Milton" - From http://mikersindahawz.multiply.com</title>
    <published>2009-01-12T15:44:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-12T15:44:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Meet Meliton Zamora, a retired University of the Philippines janitor and my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  forty-five years, he swept floors, cleaned up trash, watered plants and did odd jobs at the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him when I was active with the UP Repertory Company, a theater group based (then) at the third floor lobby of the Arts &amp;amp; Sciences (AS) building. He would sweep and mop the hallway floors in silence, venturing only a nod and a smile whenever I passed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, for me he was just one of those characters whom you got acquainted with and left behind as soon as you earned your degree and left the university for some big job in the real world. Someone whose name would probably ring a bell but whose face you'd have a hard time picturing. But for many UP students like me who were hard up and had a difficult time paying their tuition fees, Mang Mel was a hero who gave them the opportunity to finish university and get a big job in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year was 1993 and I was on my last semester as a Clothing Technology student. My parents had been down on their luck and were struggling to pay for my tuition fee. I had been categorized as Bracket 9 in the recently implemented Socialized Tuiton and Financial Assistance Program (STFAP). My father had lost his job and to supplement my allowance, I worked part time as a Guest Relations Officer at Sam's Diner (back when the term GRO didn't have shady undertones) and took some odd jobs as a Production Assistant, movie extra and wardrobe mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be eligible for graduation, I had to enroll in my last three courses and pay my tuition fee. Since my parents didn't have enough money for my matriculation, I applied for a student loan hoping that my one of my Home Economics (HE) professors would take pity on me and sign on as a guarantor for the student loan. But those whom I approached either refused or were not eligible as guarantors. After two unsuccessful weeks of looking for a guarantor, my prospects looked dim, my future dark. And so, there I was, a downtrodden twenty year old with a foggy future, crying in the AS lobby. I only had twenty four hours left to look for a guarantor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mang Mel, with a mop in hand, approached me and asked me why I was crying. I told him I had no guarantor for my student loan and will probably not be able to enroll this semester. I had no hopes that he would be able to help me. After all, he was just a janitor. He borrowed my loan application papers and said softly, &amp;quot;Puwede ako pumirma. Empleyado ako ng UP.&amp;quot; He borrowed my pen and signed his name. With his simple act of faith, Mang Mel not only saved my day, he also saved my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid my student loan the summer after that fateful day with Mang Milton and it has been 15 years since then. I am not filthy rich but I do have a good job in the real world that allows me to support my family and eat three meals a day. A few weeks ago, a friend and UP Professor, Daki, told me that Mang Mel recently recorded an album which he sells to supplement his meager retirement pay, I asked another friend, Blaise, who's taking his Master's degree at UP to find out how we could contact Mang Mel. My gesture of gratitude for Mang Mel's altruism has been long overdue. As fate would have it, my friend saw Mang Mel coming out of the shrubbery from behind the UP library, carrying firewood. He got Mang Mel's address and promised him that we would come over to buy his album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with Blaise and my husband Augie, I went to pay Mang Mel a visit last Sunday. Unfortunately, he was out doing a little sideline gardening for a UP professor in Tandang Sora. We were welcomed into their home by his daughter Kit. As she pointed out to a laminated photo of Mang Mel on the wall, she proudly told us that her father did retire with recognition from the University. However, she sadly related to us that many of the students whose loans Mang Mel guaranteed neglected to settle their student loans. After forty-five years of service to the University, Mang Mel was only attributed 171 days of work for his retirement pay because all the unpaid student loans were deducted from his full retirement pay of about 675 days. This seems to me a cruel repayment for his kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cybercall to anyone who did not get to pay their student loans that were guaranteed by Mang Mel. Anytime would be a good time to show Mang Mel your gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mang Mel is not asking for a dole out, though I know he will be thankful for any assistance you can give. So I ask those of you who also benefited from Mang Meliton's goodness or for those who simply wish to share your blessings, please do visit Mang Mel and buy his CD (P350 only) at No. 16-A, Block 1, Pook Ricarte, U.P. Campus, Diliman, Quezon City (behind UP International House) or contact his daughter Kit V. Zamora at 0916-4058104.</content>
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    <title>Pictures and a survey. I rock, I know.</title>
    <published>2006-04-15T08:28:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-15T08:28:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/1a552ea0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/1e152fc1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss: my family and friends who are so so so faaaaaaaaaaaar.&lt;br /&gt;I Hear: the electric fan murmuring.&lt;br /&gt;I Smell: nothing, actually. &lt;br /&gt;I Crave: attention. Uh huh. &lt;br /&gt;I Worry: I won't get the job after all. &lt;br /&gt;I Regret: nothing... seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I Love: my mommy =)&lt;br /&gt;I Always: humiliate myself. It's like I have a nagging need to embarass myself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I Dance: well. Prolly the only thing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I Sing: really badly.&lt;br /&gt;I Dream: at night. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Stand: waiting&lt;br /&gt;I Lose: at sports and such. &lt;br /&gt;I Like: getting pampered and doing charity work. Outreaches = &amp;lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;I Listen: to Christian Bautista and The Cure.&lt;br /&gt;I Can Usually Be Found: in front of the PC. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;I Need: to get that job.&lt;br /&gt;I Know: I deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;I Hope: I get a call soon saying, "Hey, the position's still open and we want you, we want you, we want you as our new recruit!"&lt;br /&gt;I Want: myspace comments.&lt;br /&gt;I Obsess: about my skin. I HAVE BAD SKIN. &lt;br /&gt;I Wish: I had better skin. And that they would give me the job for sure. &lt;br /&gt;I Cry: over the silliest stuffffff.&lt;br /&gt;I Fell: ... uh.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe: I can fly?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t: let gooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;I lost: my dignity last night. I SAID I WOULDN'T TALK TO YOU BUT I DID. DAMN. &lt;br /&gt;I saw: your girl friend and dayum, downgrade!!&lt;br /&gt;I found: true friends, yay!&lt;br /&gt;I survived: youth camps?&lt;br /&gt;I think: Christian is secretly madly in love with me. &lt;br /&gt;I am: yours!&lt;br /&gt;I have: yoooooou.</content>
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    <title>Finally.. =D</title>
    <published>2006-04-05T12:32:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-05T12:32:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Because I'm feeling just about as creative as a dish rag, I'm sticking all sorts of pictures here. Hey what? They're supposed to be worth a thousand words, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors' retreat at Bethlehem House of Prayer, Tagaytay last March 7-9 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/eae008f9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/ef27c9e4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/22446f37.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/6aac9662.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/802dda39.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell party last March 23 at HSS Social Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/69243d4c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My graduation last March 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/f6c4f57c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HAIR DID &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; LOOK GOOD ON CAMERA. DAMN.</content>
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    <title>butterfly08 @ 2006-02-23T11:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T11:19:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-23T11:24:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>American Idol on TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Christian has no idea how happy he makes me.

&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/164bbae1.jpg"&gt;

Do you like this picture better?

&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/1c5da756.jpg"&gt;

More importantly... do you like this guy better? &lt;font size="1"&gt;Because I do, thank you.&lt;/font&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/rizzie_dehesa06/1c118bf9.jpg"&gt;

Tell me he is not adorable and I will shake some sense into you. 


I am going through the same thing I went through a while ago again, only this time, it's definitely worse because I know what's going to happen! I'm not just taking a chance at something I'm not sure of anymore. I'm risking everything for something that I know will not work, and that's not even what disturbs me the most. I am deeply bothered by the fact that I am willingly giving him a right to hurt me. 

I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS. I should lead him on like I've done with every other guy I've known before he is even a mile away from meaning anything to me but a quick ego fix. 

But he's more than that. More than someone who makes me feel better by flattering the heck out of me. More than someone who entertains me with his vulnerability. More than someone who I just play around with because I know it won't last. Because you know what? THIS CAN LAST. It really, really can. At least, I want to. And that's something new.

Kind of.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butterfly08:32083</id>
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    <title>Another picture post because I am boring like that =)</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T12:53:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-08T12:51:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Cure - Mint Car</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e8/Iamnotoveryou06/9a5d5615.png" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one on the far LEFT, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the reverberating footsteps&lt;br /&gt;sinking up to the beating of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I was positive that unless I got myself together,&lt;br /&gt;I would watch me fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangkalan, QC - February 5, 2006 &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e8/Iamnotoveryou06/55e9a047.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ugly girl, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citadel, Makati - January 22, 2006 &amp;hearts; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e8/Iamnotoveryou06/31b66a3a.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. They're the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My face is as pink as my jacket, OMG.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butterfly08:21425</id>
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    <title>I love Relient K. I LOVE YOU JESUS! &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T13:57:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T13:58:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Relient K</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"For The Moments I Feel Faint"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I at the point of no improvement?&lt;br /&gt;What of the death I still dwell in?&lt;br /&gt;I try to excel, but I feel no movement.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that there's no hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;When the world around you crumbles&lt;br /&gt;He will be strong, He will be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw up my hands&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the impossibilities"&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and tired&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;But I think you can, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;But I think you can, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;Gather my insufficiencies and&lt;br /&gt;place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butterfly08:21061</id>
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    <title>"We love because he first loved us." (1 John 4:19)</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T13:29:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T13:32:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bless the broken road &lt;3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This song ain't a praise and worship song, but as soon as I heard it, I knew it was God's way of reminding me that no matter what happens, he'll find a way to bring me back. =) I've spent the last two years moping around just because some guy doesn't give a damn about me even if I go out of my way for him to notice me. I just realized recently that Jesus has also been trying to catch my attention, but I never pay Him any mind. While I whine to my friends about how insensitive he is and how he never appreciates me, I do the same to Jesus. He has been waiting for 15 years. He's more than willing to wait longer. Even if my family disowns me, even if my friends turn away from me, He'll always be there for me. Heck, he died for me. I don't deserve to be loved as much as He loves me. I will never be able to love Him half as much. But I'll try. I understand now that God let my heart be broken so I could be enlightened by the Holy Spirit. =D I now know what it means to love unconditionally. And with this, I know that from now on, God's love for me will no longer be unrequited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you</content>
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    <title>butterfly08 @ 2005-03-23T18:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T11:48:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-23T11:48:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>only happy when it rains &amp;hearts;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'll be back on Easter Sunday. :)</content>
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    <title>Because everyone &amp;hearts; pictures</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T15:25:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T15:25:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rizzie_dehesa/Christian%20Friends/Gam0l_02.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ my nose and teeth look way beyond weird. Taken on the 27th with     &lt;a href="http://www.christianbautistarocks.com" style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 8pt; cursor: help"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font face="Arial Narrow"&gt;Christian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#B66458" face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rizzie_dehesa/Me/even_if_contrast.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rizzie_dehesa/Me/dogmolestinghehe.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ i know it looks like i'm hurting my new mini pincher, Ava (yes, i am a fan of smashing pumpkins, thanks for asking.) but I'm not. She just wiggles too much, so she was moving when I clicked the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rizzie_dehesa/Me/manopohaha.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ for the modelling thing last wednesday. :) (they snipped my bangs. boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rizzie_dehesa/Me/curlyhair.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ after getting rid of the 26 hair pins, my hair, stiff from hair spray and other products, became waaaaaaay curly. HEHE.</content>
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    <title>butterfly08 @ 2005-03-11T23:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T15:08:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T15:08:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ocean avenue; yellowcard / tulad ng dati; the dawn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm going on a self-imposed hiatus (sounds somewhat redundant, I know. Stfu.) / break from the computer from tomorrow (that's March 12) until March 18 (Friday) or 19 (Saturday) because the final exams are on Tuesday and Wednesday (15 and 16) and I haven't studied, like, at all. After the exams, I might come back because I won't have anything else to do anyway, but I want to prove to myself that I can abstain from using the net, so I will, at least until the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll comment and update as soon as I can. You guys'll be in my thoughts and I know you're flattered. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week to go before the summer vacation. Good bye, love. (he's a senior, remember?) =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentially, I was listening to Ocean Avenue while I was typing and it got to the part where it goes &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i know some way, somehow we'll be together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. If you don't think that's some sign or omen, you wouldn't know what it is if it hit you smack between the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I only have a week left. Being a junior was teh shiznit, mk. It really is such a shame that we realized that so late in the year. I now know that no matter how strict our teachers were, or how unreasonable their demands, they were very caring and supportive. (remember Ms. Gamban who accused me of plagiarism? I got a perfect score on that particular project. Maybe I really am good. HAHA! I WISH.), and even if my classmates have great tendencies to be major pains in the neck, and other undisclosed body parts, they always, always pull through when you need a helping hand, or a shoulder to cry on. I know this for a fact now, because of an incident that took place earlier today. We were making props and one of the guys in my section made me cry, so my other classmates all sympathized with me, and he apologized because he never really meant to be an asswipe to me. I guess I was rather sensitive. Still, jokes are half meant. I'm sorry, I'm yakking on again. But you can't blame me. I love my classmates. And how we simultaneously burst into song and dance numbers everywhere when we're together, with songs ranging from those sung in church to really random stuff (think movie theme songs and double meaning ditties). I'm sorry  we didn't have more sing-along lunches and mini programs, but I'm happy we had 'em. Karaoke and dance steps are love. I'm praying that I'll get to the honor section again next year, it's so great to be in it.Back to my reflection... I'll be in my fourth, and therefore last year of high school in three months. The thought alone is so hard to comprehend. Wow. Pretty soon, I'll be off to prepare for college and stuff like that. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun day, which would explain why I'm bouncy, but I'm tired. We made props under the scorching sun, sang like we thought we were actually in tune, danced like there was no tomorrow and played spin the bottle (we have no shame to speak of) all day.  For now, I have to go. I need to get up at 7:30 tomorrow morning to go to Jess' house so we can paint the backgrounds for our school play, do the dubbing and rehearse. Besides, I'm getting too boring. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; there is NOTHING like having your own father tell you you are worthless. takes one to know one, thanks.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>butterfly08 @ 2005-03-11T18:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T10:42:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T10:42:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ehem. Can someone put my username &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_butterfly08' lj:user='butterfly08' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://butterfly08.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://butterfly08.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;butterfly08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in this icon? Please and thank you!</content>
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    <title>I KNOW YOU'LL READ IT ALL. I'm good like that.</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T14:41:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T14:41:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>where is your boy; fall out boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I should really stay away. But I never do. I keep on crawling back to you, and you keep on pushing me away. Which is either totally thoughtful and selfless of you or simply immature and insensitive, because you could just be sparing me of whatever pain you know you can bring to me, or being plain mean to me. I prefer to think it's in between the two, but I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a terrible thought, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a bit shaken up over my English teacher accusing me of plagiarism. Typing makes me think of it. I'm tempted to text you about it, but I shouldn't bother you anymore. Pretending to care is hard. I should know, don't you think? Whatever, we're both indifferent losers. That's why we should be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we aren't. Because you don't love me, and you don't want to pretend that you do. I understand. I do. It's just sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat because I keep on dreaming about my life after you graduate this March. You were the only reason why I chose to wake up every morning and get ready. I only wanted to see you and be with you. Hoping that today is as good as any other day, and maybe you'll learn to love me on this day. But you never do. So I go to bed, and in my sleep, I keep on getting visions on what tomorrow may bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll learn to love me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's likely you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's likely you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your final exams are over. Your practically free. Just a week of practicing for graduation left, and a ceremony for formality's sake. I don't know if I should be glad that I'm part of the choir for the graduation mass. Sure, I'll get to see you, but I think that'll make it even harder than it already is. I can practically taste the bitterness in my mouth when I see you marching down that long path to the stage to receive your medal and diploma. I can almost feel the shivers down my spine when you raise that little tassel to signify that, yes, you have now graduated from high school, and no, you will never return to that place you call hell. I can now imagine what torture it'll be, but at the same time, I know that it would've been harder if we were together. If you had pretended to feel the same way so as not to embarass me, or maybe for some other twisted reason that I would rather not think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel as if Dana and Valerie have a point. Maybe you do love me and you have a reason to pretend as if you don't. But I'm not kidding anyone most of the time. I just won't ever be enough for you. Or for anyone else, for that matter. I shall die an old maid, thanks. What? It's better to be okay with that idea than to be disappointed in the future. I'm speaking from experience on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But somehow it feels like it's half the thrill of something, of anything, to not anticipate, to never expect. It's like living life but never really enjoying it because you always think things will take a turn for the worse any given minute. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow, do what you think and feel you should, even if you think that the results won't come out in your favor. Falling in love is fun, and if you always say that this boy can very well break your heart, you lose trust. Yes, provided that he just might, it was your decision to give it to him, anyway. Well maybe not your decision, but it wasn't his decision either. It's his, and trust me on this one, he has a reason for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for this depressing state of loneliness that I'm in. *sigh* I can't believe your actually leaving. Oh well, at least I won't ever regret not telling you up front, because, hi, I DID! And I didn't get any "it's not you it's me" speeches, either. I got a stronger friendship with you, and a best friend in the form of Isaac. Life is sweet and I am moody. Emo one second, content and chirpy the next. :) Yipee. &lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheer up, emo kid &amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T15:04:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T15:11:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>where is your boy; fall out boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strike&gt;i know this will ruin your friends' page, so go bitch. ;)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rizzie_dehesa/Me/__04_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you! =) i'll love you even more if you tell me what to do with my hair! don't forget pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;comment if you want me to do some lj-cuttinggggg.&lt;/strike&gt; ok so i just want replies! yay! i still love you! &lt;b&gt;do you love me, too?&lt;/b&gt; hehe!</content>
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    <title>&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T06:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T06:32:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Christian Bautista's Christmas greeting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ayez un Joyeux Noël, chacun! Faites attention et Dieu bénissent, des chéris! Vous savez je t'aime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toujours, &lt;br /&gt;Therese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a merry christmas, everyone. Take care and God bless, darlings. You know I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, &lt;br /&gt;Therese.</content>
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    <title>butterfly08 @ 2004-12-09T21:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-09T13:29:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-09T13:29:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi. I'm going on a long break from GJ, LJ and some other sites online just because my schedule is getting quite tight and I'm pretty busy. I also happen to be frustated at everything for no particular reason. I'm just tired and ugh I can't handle this anymore. I don't understand why blogging has brought me so much &lt;b&gt;pressure&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;lately&lt;/strike&gt; when it's supposed to help me relax and let out a lot of pent-up feelings. I guess it's all about the way you handle it. I'm prolly just not cut out for this whole online journal thing anymore. Whatever, really. I want everyone to know that I'm still happy I kept a gj/lj for so long, specially because I met most of you guys because of it. Let me just say that you are all awesome, and I love you people to the nth power! I'm sorry for the mistakes I've committed against you. I don't think I meant those, but still, I apologize for those, if any. I'm really thankful for our friendship, kids and I can't express my gratitude enough because you've all been so great. =) &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Therese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me your e-mail address and contact info, like sn for AIM or Y!M. I'd like to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me if you wish. I'll be around to comment every few entries and post occassionally. ;p</content>
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    <title>Sorry</title>
    <published>2004-08-07T00:38:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-07T00:38:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I might leave LJ soon. Can't handle both journals, as you may have noticed. Give me a few days to think it over, then I'll decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riz &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>FRIENDS ONLY</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T16:58:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-10T16:56:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After much deliberation, I have decided to make my LJ friends only too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1196618/159075" width="345" height="276"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to know who the hell is reading this. I am aware that there are some pathetic lurkers out there who are too shy or scared to comment. Apart from that, for all I know, people who know me personally may be reading this at leisure and are actually talking about me behind my back. I don’t want everybody to be privy to my diary entries, unless I want them to. Not that I have anything to hide, thankyouverymuch I just won’t let anyone read this without my consent because this is me, stripped of all labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not assume that you know me well just because you and have access to various information about me and read my archives (which I will keep public, just because I am a very lazy busy girl and I can’t devote a few hours changing it to private) I am aware I share a part of myself, and my life through my blog and the calendar, which you have access to but whatever it is that you may know about me does not give you the right to judge me hastily. There is more to me than I choose to divulge on this blog. I choose to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know Therese away from the net, I repeat(because I have mentioned it up there, bozo), don’t be a stalker. Comment on this entry, and I will think about adding you. So don’t add me till I tell you to do so. Esta claro? (Like xenia would say. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are convinced that you want me to be part of your world (all my GJ friends are real pals to me) you must be nice and of course, you must have a few things in common with myself. But I’m not looking for an exact replica of myself, either. Diversity is beautiful. Make sure you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to add me to be my friend, not just another addition to your friends list to give everyone the impression that you are popular because you have lots of friends (that is so nineties!)&lt;br /&gt;Post a few times a week. &lt;br /&gt;Comment a lot. (because I do too)&lt;br /&gt;Type like an adult, so I can understand you. Talk like a literate would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last warning, if you may… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find some entries contained here dramatic, strange, ridiculous or downright shallow. Guess what, kids? I don’t care. Don’t laugh at my expense because for all we know, in this crazy world, you might end up being in the exact position. Don’t judge me right away because nobody has a right to judge anyone else. Don’t take the decisions I make regarding dilemmas I face against me. This is my life and I tend to do what I think is best. I am, of course, open to polite, well-meaning unsolicited advice from people who care. Don’t reply with bitchy comments at my entries, you might be surprised to find that I fight back. Let us not forget that this is my space and I am the only one who can be mean (in moderation, mind you). I am a friendly and approachable girl, but if you dare provoke me, minion, you shall meet your doom. Try to be as considerate as possible. If you can’t, get a life and stop wasting mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lots,&lt;br /&gt;Therese</content>
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    <title>butterfly08 @ 2004-06-04T20:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T12:11:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T12:14:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rather boring day. I spent most of it online, which just proves that I have no life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Xenia (&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_burlesqued' lj:user='burlesqued' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://burlesqued.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://burlesqued.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;burlesqued&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) I really love your site. I was wondering if you'd come up with a new skin soon. Also, thanks for inviting me to the www.starfaen.org/boards I really love it there. Also how can I make an avatar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I shouldn't have posted that here. I really am a shameless plugger (of the message boards). :P I'll just catch up with her at YM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of another useless post. &lt;i&gt;Thankyouverymuch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Rizzie</content>
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    <title>I hate my brother.</title>
    <published>2004-06-03T09:41:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-03T09:41:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We have a chocolate caramel roll at home and I was eating. He took a slice and asked me what it was for. I said "No reason. I just wanted some" And he said: "You get every thing you want." Typical. Asshole, you get whatever you want too. And I'm a better person than you are. Get a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.</content>
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    <title>Survey snagged from Ate Belle. :)</title>
    <published>2004-05-29T08:28:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-29T08:28:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nickname(s): Therese, Rizzie, Teresita (I allow Chich to call me this... but no one else has my consent! Got it, punk?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets? Travis (Barker), Chippy (or Chips), Sleepy - all dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color of socks: white for school, but i have a lot of colorful ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color of your bedroom: white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s under your bed? dust. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any allergies? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What phrases do you over use: "What the?!" "Shiat" "Shoot" "Dang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word(s) of the verge of recovery: conundrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word(s) in need of retirement: "duh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word that carries too much power: sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word that doesn’t mean as much as it should: uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first word: Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most annoying thing: ignorance, stupidity, me being so clumsy, socialites, posers and people who are so hell-bent on making other guys like em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears: Losing the people that matter most to me. Being away from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that scare others but not me: snakes, dark, bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Fear: Being away from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Oh wow I can never think about this stuff. Lol umm the typical teeny-bopper, coming-of-age films... "Ten things I hate about you", "Pretty in Pink", "16 candles" and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book: The Bible, The Purpose Driven Life, The Notebook, Suzanne's diary for Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: Chocolate, junk food, anything from fast food chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football team: I don't even know one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound: My voice. (Lol I can be so conceited!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: Fridays and Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Hot chocolate, Coke and water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid’s Cartoon: The Powerpuff girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other TV show: Sarah, the teen princess, telenovelas, daria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best love song: "The way you look at me" by Christian Bautista and "How did you know" by Aiza Seguerra or Gary V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast food: Jollibee cos it brings back mems and KFC :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed animal: the dolphin I bought in Subic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrument: There is something so sexy about violins, hence Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer in the PI, specially when it's windy but the sun is peeking out pretty clouds. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things: Material? Books, hygienic products, cell, computer, t.v., notebooks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite things: clocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor/Actress: I don't have any particular favorite but Jennifer garner, Julia Stiles and Julia Roberts are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer/Band/Musician: Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest Friend: Marti and Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Friend: My grand mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend who lives furthest away: Anj and my cousins, Rochelle, Chich, most of my online buddies and Ate Belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend who lives closest: Rinne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest friend: Rinne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps you sane: I can't enumerate all because i bet I'll forget em anyway... rest assured, every one on my friends list are keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings out your wild side: Lette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives great presents: My friends are the best gifts i could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always well dressed: Me? Lol. Char or Xee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always late: ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always has great comebacks: Anna Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always smiling: ME or maybe Trixie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always understands: Anna Mae, Ate Belle and all my online buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always laughs: Hands down, Trixie and me. And Ria too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets you in trouble: Sol. Lol, joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspires you: every one does, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to yourself or tell the whole world: -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy around your crush? Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get all giggling and dumb? Dumb yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best way to meet him/her: in a book store. I will shut up now cos if i don't every one will know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst way to meet him/her: When you're in an embarassing situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity crush: Christian and Mark Bautista. Eric Bana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever kiss someone with a split tongue? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blanket or stuffed animal? Blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow or rain? SNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute shoes or no shoes at all? Cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish or birds? Birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oversensitive or insensitive? I agree with them,both have pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Crunch or Tony the Tiger? Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks or Jamba Juice? Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodle or tap your pencil? Doodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own car or your own room? Own car, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google or Ask Jeeves? Ask Jeeves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or long nails? Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair? Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or long emails? Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney or Nickelodeon? Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream in color? Yeah... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital visit: I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you had the hiccoughs: -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injury: I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great purchase: School stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you cried: Last night, I was doing a monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you felt loved: When I recieved a little card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you got excited about: Getting dsl! Going online again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person you talked to on the phone: Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you think about before you fall asleep: I pray before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you made a wish: A few weeks ago, when i saw a brilliant star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing you got: Ears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you wanted and got: can't think of any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you wanted and didn’t get: no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pill you took: Um, a Vitamin capsule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question you asked: How long is this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing that scared the bejesus out of you: I thought I lost something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you felt truly content: This morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloading music: I think it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter: I'm excited for the release of PoA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings: Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violent video games: I like em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your siblings: No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organized religion: Yes. But the relationship with God is what matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight: Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thongs: -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick flicks: I love those movies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet slang: Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone in the dark: I'm okay with it, but sometimes my imagination gets out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surveys: This is long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouija boards: I don't believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus: I love that guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny: Catholics don't make a big deal out of that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tooth Fairy: -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car crash? Naw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet papered a friend’s house? No one does that in the PI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung in the shower? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed by school? OMG, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed yourself in front of your crush? Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had braces? still do -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried because of someone’s mean words? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed your gum? Um, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILL IN THE BLANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would ________________________ more. work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would _____________________less. worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish others would ____________________ more. love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish others would ____________________ less. procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m most alive when ___________________. I am happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get bored I _______________________. look for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a crayon, I’d be ____________________. a special rainbow kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best friends are the ones who ________________. you can trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________ can kiss my ass. I'd rather not mentionm him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous of people ____________________. who look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer myself up I ________________________. dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret _______________________. nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I save_____________________. money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good luck charm is _________________________: my glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value ___________________________. my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________ should be my middle name. Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polite people ______________________ . are great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude people ______________________. can go to that bad place &lt;br /&gt;(hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I used to ____________________. like him.</content>
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    <title>My Acronym</title>
    <published>2004-05-28T13:54:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-28T13:54:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table bgcolor="#99ffff" border="3" bordercolor="#0033ff" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;B&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bright&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unnatural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tasty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talented&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entertaining&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;F&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Famous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lovable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yucky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself that I won't neglect my poor, poor lj anymore. I just wish I had a better lay-out. This &lt;b&gt;stinks&lt;/b&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Riz</content>
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    <title>butterfly08 @ 2004-05-27T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T15:20:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T15:20:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes, I wish I didn't have such an asshole for a brother. He got really mad at me for not opening his kazaa when i went online and blamed me for losing all our files on the hard drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could somebbody I love so much hate me?</content>
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    <title>Guess who's back?</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T11:00:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T11:00:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Me, that's who. Hello everyone! I am back, hopefully for good. :) I am currently watching American Idol. I bet Fantasia Barrino will win, but then again, you never know, because the people decide. I mean, they took out Jennifer Hudson and La Toya London, didn't they? Btw, have you heard Paul Anka's version of My Way? (edited for American Idol) It's really good! I laughed a lot... Anyway, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Fantasia. :D</content>
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    <title>butterfly08 @ 2004-04-28T20:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-28T12:10:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-28T12:10:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Xenia's song... "I believe" by Tata Young</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm still alive. In case you miss me, check me out at greatestjournal while it's still public. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.greatestjournal.com/users/butterfly08 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my LJ friends, sorry if i don't comment much. In case you have any doubts about it, I have a life of my own, you know. I promise i'll try and do better! ~_^</content>
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