tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41313732011-11-17T09:15:33.794+07:00bluedfiles...riznoreply@blogger.comBlogger1021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1150386753639208352006-06-15T22:51:00.001+07:002011-03-21T00:34:27.328+07:00I moved long time ago. So click HERE.See ya there. :)riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1116937445735370102005-05-24T18:37:00.001+07:002008-11-23T02:08:52.033+07:00When Times Call for all the Little Changes.I turned 22 last Saturday. Sunday morning, I woke up realizing that I was a different person from the one I was the night before. It was a day of changes, not only for me, but for those people who are part of my world.Today, I face yet again another big change in my life. It came as a shock to me, I bet it will to most of you too. What's to be done, riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1116603034183653582005-05-20T22:16:00.001+07:002011-03-20T22:17:40.258+07:00Of Birthdays and Wishlists.I started making a birthday wish list for this post. However, somewhere between items 19 and 20, I stopped, and realized that even without these things, with a life such as mine, and with a God such as my God, I have nothing more to ask for for my birthday. And so I started backspacing each item one by one. ;)I am so blessed. Thank you Lord.Snippets on my current riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1115648790082729792005-05-09T21:14:00.001+07:002011-03-20T22:19:17.266+07:00Project Room Overhaul. After more than three months of living in a room where I have to literally tiptoe my way to bed after a full minute of trying to locate it, I have finally freed myself from the mire of dusty books and readings and all the junk that were remnants of college life. Don’t you just love the sound of that? Remnants of college life? Yeah.üThe idea came last week when I got home riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1114606000423084162005-04-27T18:30:00.000+07:002005-04-28T11:36:16.036+07:00Version 17: Sunflower Days.These days, you spend an hour taking a bath, sponging your body down with soap twice, and consuming about five pails of water. You feel clean, and you enjoy the momentary freshness. But the minute you step out of the bathroom, you start sweating again. Metro Manila has turned into one gigantic oven toaster. Pfft. Ang init, sobra! Last night I dreamt of polar bears, riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1113640510427570712005-04-16T15:20:00.001+07:002011-03-21T00:28:18.027+07:00One whole month jammed in a story that happened in just one day.The post is long. Don’t say you weren't warned. c",)♥The Long Journey Home.April 14, 2005, 5:30pm. I said goodbye to my boss through Ivy, excusing myself because I was having fever and was not feeling well. I went pass the bookstore to the front entrance, smiling weakly at people whose names I haven’t memorized just yet, and said “riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1113414806795763582005-04-14T00:39:00.000+07:002005-04-14T01:09:24.270+07:00I sing to You Lord a hymn of love for Your faithfulness to me. I’m carried in everlasting arms, You’ll never let me go. Through it all. – HillsongMikks claimed to have lost count of the number of times he posted “I’m Back!” in his site. I shall not compete with him for he must have exceeded my score by a couple of points. But then, if this was a race, second place is fine by me. Hehe.So hey, I’m riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1111178925591877832005-03-19T02:26:00.000+07:002005-03-19T12:21:31.866+07:00The sun come out tomorrow so you better hang on til tomorrow,come what may. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow,you’re always a day away. – Little Orphan AnnieDoldrum.I am a lost sailboat, floating amidst a vast ocean of stillness, and in my helplessness, I wait patiently for the next ship to pass by and rescue me, or for the wind to blow my sail again.Our Ethics professor, The Great, ehem, riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1110426027872628962005-03-10T10:09:00.000+07:002005-03-11T12:26:13.443+07:00Not because of who I am, but because of what You’ve done. Not because of what I’ve done, but because of who You are. – Casting CrownsI was traversing the chaos of EDSA, my mind adrift from all the noise. I was deprived of sleep the previous night because of one big presentation we just got over with, and the only activity my brain was capable of doing (other than sending signals to my leg musclesriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1109299506688831912005-02-25T09:15:00.000+07:002005-02-28T18:03:36.093+07:00So close I believe You're holding me now, In Your hands I belong, You'll never let me go.Version 16. In Your Hands.Relax. If you're visiting Riz.Daydreemz.Com, you're on the right page. A little more bland, yes, and a lot less high-techy, uhuh, but hey, it’s Bluedfiles just the same.The one thing I regret about having Mikks design Version 15 of this site (ahh, that intriguing, eyebrow-raising, riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1106574744170297682005-01-24T20:08:00.000+07:002005-01-24T21:14:06.950+07:00I cast all my cares upon you. I lay all of my burdens down at your feet. And anytime I don’t know what to do, I will cast all my cares upon you
-- Kids' PraiseIs it just me or the blogworld has really gone silent the past days? *looks around*
Uh yeah, I guess it’s just me.
This morning, I got home from school all tired and weary. I’d like to think it was just an aftershock of our brain-drainingriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1105473049955659282005-01-12T02:21:00.000+07:002005-01-12T04:35:35.886+07:00Randomness.
So many thoughts, so many happenings, so little time. Let's do random again. :)
♥ I was caught in a trance for quite a few weeks, but life starts to slow down again. While speeding through the highway is refreshing, slowing down and stopping to pick some flowers and to admire the vastness of the skies is just as thrilling. I’m enjoying every step.
♥ First draft of undergrad thesis riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1104873001942486212005-01-05T02:25:00.000+07:002005-01-05T04:41:18.500+07:00Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight.. I wish I may, I wish I might, have my wish come true tonight.. -- Nursery Rhyme (Nah, everyone's rhyme. Hehe.)Had My Wish Come True Tonight.
I can't stop smiling. :) I can't, I can't. :) :) :)
What can I say, this has been the case for the past two months. I've been bitten by the love bug. Or the happy cupid. Or the blue fairy. Whatever you wannariznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1103981799418403592004-12-25T16:52:00.000+07:002004-12-25T21:11:04.746+07:00Christmas shines in the hearts of believers, who still feel that childlike surprise. Christmas shines like the Savior who leads us. He puts fire in our hearts, and hope in our lives. -- Everlasting LightChildlike Surprise.
It was His birthday. But yesterday, I got more gifts than I imagined. One by one they came, as if it was my birthday. For a 21 year old, receiving gifts is a rare incident riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1103307620562171802004-12-18T01:03:00.000+07:002004-12-18T05:08:19.983+07:00Hi. I’m back, I'm back. Missed me? c”,)
Before Anything Else.
The other day, my site counter reached it’s 10,000th mark. Right now, I've got 10,178 hits. I don't know where those came from. I'm overwhelmed. :) Merci to all of you who always find time to drop by. And to all you lurkers too. Hehe. Really, really appreciate it guys. :) Also, someone’s launching his new domain (and new layout as riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1101216166347674582004-11-23T20:05:00.000+07:002004-12-18T02:20:55.203+07:00This is my cry, my one desire, just to be where You are Lord now and forever. It's more than a song, my one desire, is to be with You.. is to be with You, Jesus. -- Hillsongs
The Week That Was.
I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve been wanting to blog for days. But with every attempt, I’ve found myself in front of a blank screen, staring at a blinking cursor, unable to put my thoughts into a coherent setriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1099996752703993132004-11-09T17:05:00.000+07:002005-01-05T02:01:33.260+07:00In my life, Lord, be glorified, be glorified.. In my life, Lord, be glorified.. be glorified, today. -- Kid’s PraiseRemembering Psalty.
Yesterday, when I was walking along the tree-lined avenues of our campus (hay, back to school!), I was reminded of this Kid’s Praise we always sang in Sunday Schools when we were kids. I loved this song. Back then, we sang this over and over, replacing the word riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1098942895120505582004-10-28T13:50:00.000+07:002004-12-18T04:48:07.903+07:00And even though You know, You will always love me. Even though You know, You’ll never let me go. I don’t deserve Your love but You give it freely, You will always love me, even though You know...
I’m back. c",)
Ok, so I was gone again. I wasn’t on a hiatus, but well, yes, I left without any warning here so let me explain first, Mikks. (Yo Mikks, my avid reader, you’re the best, dude, hehe, don’riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1097269975640990492004-10-09T04:06:00.000+07:002004-12-18T01:39:53.456+07:00(Delayed Post: Dated October 7)
"I’m Your beloved, Your creation, and You loved me as I am..You have called me chosen for Your Kingdom, unashamed to call me Your Own.. I’m Your beloved.."
Road Trip.
Cast of Characters: One Pastor almost 40 years of age and his wife for 12 years; a 26 year old petite girl (a Pastor’s Kid, at that) who’s back from Australia with her husband who is 28 years old –riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1096862661570227142004-10-04T10:56:00.000+07:002004-12-18T01:37:42.283+07:00I sing to You Lord, a hymn of love for Your faithfulness to me. I’m carried in everlasting arms, You’ll never let me go.. Through it all. – Blessed, HillsongsOutbursts. Exactly One Month After.
I am two papers (with only minor revisions to them), and a class presentation away from semestral break. I’m taking my time, not rushing through the remaining paperwork, since all of them are due in a riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1094246192919930322004-09-04T04:11:00.000+07:002004-10-04T11:36:45.203+07:00First of all,
Thanks guys: Mikks, Ate Moja, Ate Jam, Ate Rhea, Normi, Marian, and MIkks, and Mikks, and Mikks again, and some more Mikks.. (haha, like I said, I owe you dude!). I appreciate all the comments and "happy bdays". hehe. ? HUGS to you all. ?
Silence.
"Kamusta?" is one question I have a hard time answering for the past weeks. Not that I'm not ok. It's more of like, I feel as if my riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1093625846109971432004-08-27T23:44:00.000+07:002004-08-28T05:35:24.653+07:00Three years ago, at exactly 7:49pm, I blogged this.
"testing."
Haha. Promise. There goes my first ever blog. ;)
Mushiness has always been the theme of most of my posts.
Today, I'll spare you the drama. I'll make it simple.
Ehem, testing. :)
Bluedfiles is thweee years old!! Yey!Ü
Big cyberhugs to all of you who, through your tags and comments, have kept this site alive. And of course, to riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1093429738464604722004-08-25T17:20:00.000+07:002004-08-27T05:00:32.073+07:00First of all, I have a new addiction. ;)Secondly, Ate Jam celebrated her first blog birthday. (Happy blogday again Ate Jam!) On Friday, August 27, it will be my turn. Bluedfiles is turning thweee years old! Yehey. (This, by the way, marks my 80th blog.. not counting the numerous blogs I made on my old blog which is hidden somewhere in the dark alleys of blogger.)Moving on, today, I have things toriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1092825960172236482004-08-18T17:39:00.000+07:002004-08-18T18:39:41.156+07:00Mediocre.
Something got me thinking. As I have posted a few days back, I really can’t see myself excelling in anything. And because I don’t see myself being an expert at anything, I feel like I’m some sort of a mediocre, an average ordinary girl just trying to survive a day at a time, hoping to get on with life. So.. what do you think? Just because I’m a self-professed jack-of-all-trades (ok, ok.riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1092596469482010252004-08-16T01:54:00.000+07:002004-08-16T02:01:09.483+07:00No, not stalling.. at least I don't like to think so. Let's just say.. I'm sort-of taking a breather. ;)
Sometimes, the more pressured I am, the more I find the need to blog. I guess for those who are longtime bloggers such as I am, you know exactly what I mean. See? I’m blogging a frequent lot lately. Go figure how pressured I am. Hehe.
Sunday Breather.
I have two papers due tomorrow. One is riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1092161435778621972004-08-11T01:04:00.000+07:002004-08-11T03:14:53.003+07:00Plugs.
I started a Photoblog, inspired by her.
She finally decided to have a blog of her own.
These people never fail to make me smile.
Thanks for the comments, guys. c",)
Enough Study Break.
After my group thesis defense last week (Tuesday), I had quite a long break from all the deadlines. Wednesday, I spent the whole afternoon hanging out with my church friends at a house in Marikina; Thursdayriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1091547566118038902004-08-03T22:35:00.000+07:002004-08-04T09:40:39.140+07:00Two Down, Three To Go.
I remember blogging something about this major subject I’ve got where we have to pass five baby theses, with a leeway of three weeks in between each submission, within the semester. Isn’t that fun?? While people attempt to squeeze in one thesis in one semester, we, meanwhile, have to jam five theses within three weeks each. (Uh, why am I taking this course again?ü)
Anyway,riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1091077605550583702004-07-29T03:55:00.000+07:002004-07-29T14:30:37.866+07:00Thoughts of a Nocturnal.
It’s past 3am and I just had coffee. I’m intoxicated. Not good, but I have no choice. I have deadlines to face.
It is in times like this, when everyone in this side of the planet is already halfway through dreamland that I work best. And it helps an enormous lot to have a tall mug of caffeine, filled to the brim, to accompany my sleepless night. I have so much to do riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1090609394706217772004-07-24T01:48:00.000+07:002004-07-24T02:54:20.033+07:00Speechless.
You're wonderful Lord, words fail me.. Can I just cry in your embrace?
* * *
Precious Jesus
Help me fall
more in love with You
abandoning my time
my possessions
my old habits
my reputation
my anxieties
breaking each
alabaster riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1089620065025948522004-07-12T14:36:00.000+07:002004-07-12T15:32:38.133+07:00I had a dream.
I dreamt the other day that a tiny insectlike creature bit me on my index finger (hindi naman mukhang spider yung insect, hehe) and left me with a disease that would only let me live for 2 days. Syempre napasama si Ate Jam sa dream ko. She was the first person I told my "disease" to. She didn't believe me. She just laughed. It was a classic reaction. I probably would have done the riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1088945073875503782004-07-04T19:44:00.000+07:002004-07-04T20:17:11.463+07:00In the midst of one thesis deadline, and two research presentations (all due this week), plus several other responsibilities in church and at esbi, I change my layout again.
Busy kamo?ü
Hindi Mapakali.
Thing is, our PC has finally recovered again from a major overhauling and despite my best efforts to resist, the neurons within the recesses of my cells and tissues (how’s that again, doc?) seem riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1088585812458517482004-06-30T14:55:00.000+07:002004-06-30T16:42:57.156+07:00In the midst of this windy, stormy, chaotic world, I blog. Ehem.
Plugs.
I posted some pics here. Check it out.
And I'm currently addicted to this. Join us. c",)
Inauguration.
It's finally over, the chaotic canvassing and all. Some believes she cheated, some are still harboring their prides and resisting the graceful exit of accepting their defeat. But hey, I believe that God didn't leave us at riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1087380152127025562004-06-16T16:05:00.000+07:002004-06-22T12:13:23.800+07:00Si Mommy.
This morning, before I left for school, Mom prepared for me a brown goodie bag of Starbucks ensaymada, DewBerry, and my traveller's mug with iced tea in it. Baon ko raw. (aww!)
Isn't that the sweetest thing? c",)
This is it Pare.
Hmm. I knew it would come. And now, I'm not really sure if my excitement is enough to overshadow the fear and pressure (ika nga ng blockmate ko, pear and riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1086665716061616922004-06-08T09:41:00.000+07:002004-06-13T20:13:04.403+07:00Feeling.. uh, Collegiate.. Again.
I missed these. The smell of the trees damp from the rain, the sight of students running to their classes, sitting inside a classroom and taking down notes, and fishballs and isaw with friends on a late afternoon hangout.
I'm now officially, a college student again.
Oh yeah. c",)
Dont you just love pink?
Last Monday was the first day of classes for me. And forriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1085476793518065352004-05-25T15:19:00.000+07:002004-05-29T12:38:53.293+07:00Twenty-One.
Twenty-one years ago, Mommy and I had to stay in the hospital for more than a week after she gave birth to me. She had serious complications upon delivering me, which resulted to cardiac arrest. You know how it's like in tagalog movies? Life and death situations where the father has to choose which one to save, the baby or the mother? Mom and I had gone through all that drama. Mommy riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1084597967971461642004-05-15T11:46:00.000+07:002004-05-16T20:36:53.710+07:00Last Day at Work.
My last day at work ended up at Starbucks Libis. Nothing grand, really. After saying goodbye to these guys I spent my last three months with, some members of the team had our usual breakfast together at GoodAh, and later, some coffee at Starbucks. It feels as if it wasn't my last day at all. And I could only thank them for saving me from all the drama.
It wasn't that hard, as riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1084240002404810922004-05-11T08:05:00.000+07:002004-05-11T09:23:03.190+07:00Before anything else, let me invite you guys.. JOIN US AT CHRISTIANSTER. c",)
And I just made myself a taglish blog na rin. Uso ata eh. :)
Now I rant.
Random Thoughts on Election Period.
One of the worst feelings is losing your G-tech (that Pilot sign pen you can get for a relatively expensive price of P62.00 at National Bookstore), especially for people like me who can't write a thing withoutriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1083662572181079362004-05-04T16:08:00.000+07:002004-05-04T16:26:44.653+07:00When Silence is Enough.
I started typing something a while back. Three paragraphs into it, I started clicking on the backspace and eventually, deleted the whole thing altogether.
Sometimes, when there are just too much to rant, too much thoughts running in our minds, the best thing to do is to just shut up and let the silence speak for itself. So hey, I thought of doing that.
riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1082902579562018732004-04-25T20:25:00.000+07:002004-04-25T21:30:35.200+07:00Just a Quickie.
One whole week without internet access. I have little time left here before Bourne Identity starts up on HBO but I didn't want not to blog for I might not have a chance to go online again til next week.
I have 15 days left before my resignation becomes effective. The countdown starts.
Consider Jesus.
It hit me again this morning at church -- God's amazing love, and that riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1081941896648017752004-04-14T17:37:00.001+07:002004-04-15T15:04:12.153+07:00Resignation Sentiments.
Holy Week passed, and for a while there, I had a taste of summer. Our church had it's annual Family Camp (last Thursday to Saturday), at a resort in Laguna. I missed the camp's first day since I had to go to work, but it was still good enough.
There are just too much to do this summer but I feel like being held back because of work. Many times this week, I thought of riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1080904910778570262004-04-02T17:34:00.000+07:002004-04-03T08:58:43.013+07:00Plugs, Annoucements, and Greetings.
Before I get too sentimental, allow me to plug some stuff first.
:: Ate Jam, Budj, and Ate Dap, I have moved on.. (we all did, didn't we?) BluedWords is up and running again. Check it out. c",)
:: My Guestbook has a new layout, thanks to Blue-Swirl! Go flood it up! :)
:: It was her birthday last March 30. Go greet her! Happy birthday girl!
:: Their server is riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1080103184661596492004-03-24T10:39:00.000+07:002004-03-27T08:21:34.340+07:00The Passion of the Christ.
He Took the Fall, and Thought of Me.. Above All.
I'm sure you've read all sorts of commentaries about it already. Some sees it as a legend, a breakthrough in the film industry. Others were inspired, and had their lives changed because of it. In a negative tone however, I just heard from someone that there was this news this morning that a priest actually died upon riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1079157728990695532004-03-13T11:48:00.000+07:002004-03-13T13:19:28.686+07:00The Last on the 'Date' Thing.
Whew. Soooo many people are reacting to that "date" thing. I'm not sure if I should be surprised or what. Or should I react back? For the last time, (why do I feel like some people would think I'm being defensive here? hehe) it was just one friendly date my friend set me up with because she's doing me a friendly favor, and the guy turned out to become one of my good riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1078892424765155962004-03-10T09:50:00.000+07:002004-03-10T11:38:22.966+07:00Random Thoughts.
I had a whole lota things that I thought of blogging about, but inevitably, as I position myself in front of the PC, I found myself tongue-tied.. (uh, I meant, fingers-tied?) Yep. It's one of those days when you want to blog something but for some reason, you just don't feel like blogging in sensible paragraphs with sensibly related sentences.
I thought of blogging about riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1077980805939988512004-03-01T10:06:00.000+07:002004-03-03T03:10:30.936+07:00It's March already. Time, indeed, flies.
Basta ang Mahalaga, Ngayon, Kasama Kita.
Curious? Read on. c",)
I woke up this morning, from a sleep undepeened by all sorts of thoughts circling through this brain of mine. (yes kuya, I do have one! haha!). Expectedly, inasmuch as I needed more sleep, I couldn't anymore. So I checked my mobile, hoping that my inbox would be teeming with new messages as riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1077619513407632852004-02-24T17:45:00.000+07:002004-02-24T17:47:58.013+07:00New Layout.
La lang, I just feel like it. :)
I had this layout started way back, thinking i could put it up in time for valentines. Well, it's too late now but a change of look for the meantime won't hurt right? The line up there, by the way, is lifted from the movie Crazy Beautiful. It's kinda mushy, yeah.. apparently though, that's basically my state of being right now -- mushified. Ok, riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1077265512344441612004-02-20T15:25:00.000+07:002004-02-24T17:54:09.170+07:00Flower in the Rain.
You know how I've always admitted that I'm such a crybaby? I cry a lot. I feel happy, I cry. I'm overwhelmed, I cry. I fight with my brothers, I cry. I am confronted by someone, I cry. I see a mushy movie, I cry. I feel distressed, I cry. I hear a touching (or rebuking) sermon in church, I cry. For some reasons, letting my emotions out through my tear glands has always been a riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1076801987809802742004-02-15T06:39:00.000+07:002004-02-15T06:50:54.920+07:00I'm Busy But I Have Time to Get Mushy.
Valentine’s Day just passed. Allow me to be mushy for just one moment, aright? :)
Last year, I spent it with my cousin, watching SATC marathon over a pitcher of iced tea and Pringles. This year, my Vday started at work, making calls and offering our clients free magazines, followed by sleeping the whole day off, church practice in the evening, and finally riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1075705856816711272004-02-02T14:10:00.000+07:002004-02-02T14:28:14.746+07:00off to night shift.
i'll be working night shift starting tonight. i'm a nocturnal person, aryt, but honestly, i don't know if working from 9pm to 6am on weekdays is a good idea.
so i'm posting this to say that i wouldn't be posting in a while..
to say good bye to my social life..
and to tell those people who are asking for help on their web layouts that i'll be on a temporary leave from riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1074503273052142132004-01-19T16:07:00.000+07:002004-03-01T10:20:38.810+07:00So I Wait.
Sometimes, when you come to imagine how you want to spend the rest of your life, you end up wishing you can just breeze right through it and fast forward time to several years ahead. However, while you feel excited at the thought, you know it can't be, and that you still have to go through all these days, months, years..
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I was filing for an authenticated form of my birth riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1074100219628626842004-01-15T00:10:00.000+07:002004-01-16T08:41:27.593+07:00this is the third time i'm gona type this. arrrg. *inhale,exhale*
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someone recently said something like, there will always be those times in our lives when we play along the boundary "between the immature and the not-so-immature". (yes, you! you know who you are.) ok, ok.. right now, i'm on the former's side, if that's what you mean. ;)
confessions.
i have several confessions to make.
riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1073623379341154212004-01-09T11:42:00.000+07:002004-01-10T00:27:09.000+07:00finally, i update.
the Christmas layout is gone. i'm back to bummin around again, but just for the meantime. after i got through my rakets, i prolly gona make myself a new layout. watch out for it. ;) (by the way, i'm still a bum. that call center company which accepted my application, hasn't called yet for my training schedule. arrg. what's keeping them so long??)
our PC is deteriorating. and riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1072954547127653432004-01-01T17:55:00.000+07:002004-01-01T17:58:36.140+07:00a day of firsts.
on this first day of the year, I woke up around noon, tired from spending New Year's eve with my cousins. I had my first breakfast of hotdog and eggs (actually, it was more of brunch), had my first phonecall for the year with one of my high school friends, and now, my first blog. And, and.. come to think of it, the day was really just one of the ordinary. There was nothing much riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1072515292593263882003-12-27T15:54:00.000+07:002003-12-31T15:41:14.873+07:00aboutmylife.net
i have a new addiction. i just signed up at aboutmylife.net. that's like, my 7th online journal, i think. i won't tell where it is though. unless you're my really really close friend. ;)
jen, ate jam and about a dozen of our KCmates, are spending the Christmas break at Caliraya for the National Conference i mentioned the other day. i, meanwhile, am here in Manila, fully booked. riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1072329009493909772003-12-25T12:10:00.000+07:002003-12-25T12:21:49.280+07:00Merry Christmas everyone!!
i'll make it simple this year.
don't you just find it amazing how God allows us to celebrate Christmas every year? that we get to spend it with the ones we love, to have fun, and to give and receive gifts as if it's OUR birthday. and there goes the celebrant Himself, silently watching over us, overflowing with love.
it was His birthday. but He shared it with us by riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1072119190680182002003-12-23T01:53:00.000+07:002003-12-23T01:58:07.110+07:00i have a new friend again. meet.. Kerby. --> c",)
and my guestbook, (uh yeah.. meet him too. his name is.. uhm.. Blooey.) has something to say: thank you ate jang, kat, kuya chris, and doc ric (dabest? you haven't seen the best yet... harhar!ü), for cheering me up.üüü
cheer up Blooey some more?ü
ok.. seriously now. c",)
KC2k3 mini-reunion.
after seven months, we're with them again. Joni, Ina,riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1071793427946423582003-12-19T02:23:00.000+07:002003-12-19T12:53:30.186+07:00i have a new friend.. meet.. uh, Smiley. --> ü
55 word fiction.
i was browsing around when i found macy's site a few months ago. I was impressed by her work that i found myself hoping i could make my own 55 word fiction too. It was only recently that i got to see this site from where she got her inspiration. They're amazing. Now i'm even more inspired. Go check them out.ü
Anyway, this is one ofriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1071121629439983972003-12-11T12:47:00.000+07:002003-12-11T12:54:43.810+07:00i posted this at BITS. hihi.
a definite BITS moment.
after almost an hour playing the guitar and singing along with it..
me: akyat na ko.. antok na ko eh.
him: wait lang.. *started playing a familiar tune on the guitar*
me: anuyan??
him: guess mo! *continued playing the guitar and humming with it*
me: *recognized the song* waaah!! gusto ko yan!! *sang some lines.. i need you so, that i cry.. (itriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1070889254494058962003-12-08T20:14:00.000+07:002003-12-09T22:57:19.670+07:00this is serious.
this afternoon, i had a serious case of confusion on whether or not i love webdesigning more than blogging. it's just that.. i feel as if i update my layouts more than i blog. and i'm quite not sure if that's good or bad. i mean, for one, designing does cure me of boredom. and on one job interview i had last month, my interviewer was quite impressed with my self-acquired skills riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1070443824061448162003-12-03T16:30:00.000+07:002003-12-07T17:44:47.653+07:00hacked.
our PC was hacked by some unknown creature. arg. someone signed my guestbook, i checked her site out, and now, i get pop ups and other annoying ads even when i'm offline. i can't get them off. my friend, (yihee, friend na kita mark!) told me it's called, uh.. spyware. something like that. help? anyone?
riding in cars with boys.
i clicked on HBO a while ago, and this old Drew Barrymore riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1069829601043127942003-11-26T13:53:00.000+07:002003-11-27T17:28:54.610+07:00Sign of Bumhood No. 7354.
When I closed this site about a month ago, I didn't know I would go on LOA. I closed it because I thought I’d be busy with school this semester. I thought it would be the end of my blogging career. (haha, yeah, it IS a career). But hey, look, Im still here. Hehe. And now, not only am I maintaining a blogsite of my own, I have several new projects as well.
riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1069290522824940892003-11-20T08:08:00.000+07:002003-11-20T08:09:18.890+07:00Yes, I'm back. It's sooo easy to figure out why. Hehe.
Once there was a girl who became a woman by being a bum.
Last Tuesday, I finished filing for my Leave of Absence from the university. It was supposed to be an easy task of finding people to sign in your clearance, lining up to pay, and submitting your papers. UP students do it all the time. And they usually do it in a breeze. But me, I had riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1066243884073155912003-10-16T01:51:00.000+07:002003-10-16T02:55:12.813+07:00the defense of the guiltless.
because of that butterfly blog i was branded "mamamatay butterfly", and having "schizotypal borderline antisocial personality disorder" by some people. while the butterfly hoarded about a dozen sympathies, i, meanwhile, got despised at.
except for some people who cheered on and told me they'd do the same, the rest, whom i thought were my friends, went against me andriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1065714506372112652003-10-09T22:20:00.000+07:002003-10-10T17:42:10.250+07:00i killed a butterfly.
we were at a wedding. about a hundred butterflies were made to fly away.
when the commotion on the butterfly ceremony died down, we saw this really heart-breaking sight: a butterfly on the ground, struggling with its last breaths. my friend and i stared right at it, helpless. there was nothing we could do but watch it die.
and when it had its final breath, i subjected theriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1065446029776130502003-10-06T20:13:00.000+07:002003-10-07T08:30:52.906+07:00si ate jam.
i had to take a breather before i plunge into the sea again. ate jam and i went to see that Mandy Moore chic flick this afternoon, and as always, we had fun. i've been blabbering nonstop about her in my blogs so i guess it's about time that you see her for yourself now. hihi.
yup. that's her. (and me of course) :)
wagi! ang ganda naten ate jam. winner na naman ang mga beauty natenriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1065143668218033722003-10-03T08:14:00.000+07:002003-10-04T00:02:24.740+07:00im going to have my grad pic taken this afternoon. hooray!! :D
addicted.
im getting addicted to this and this, and it's eating up tooo much of my time again! i'm overloaded with things to do and yet, here i am, online. eek.
i will not go online tonight. there. itaga nyo sa mga computer monitors nyo! ate jam, pakibatukan ako please.
i will not go online tonight. i will not go online tonight. i riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1064802375033309542003-09-29T09:26:00.000+07:002003-10-02T21:46:22.966+07:00testing testing. im back.
yahoo conference with jen.
BUZZ!
nyeneks: :D
rhizanium: gota new layout! wee!
nyeneks: huh? ano ka ba?
nyeneks: kala ko ba busy ka?
rhizanium: haha! oo! busy ako!
nyeneks: haha. galing galing mo talaga!
i could hear her clapping. haha.
new Guiness-worthy records.
i had 2 new life records this weekend, i'm beginning to think i should be in the Guiness.
one. in the riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1063167829650624442003-09-10T11:23:00.000+07:002003-09-10T11:34:26.983+07:00semi-hiatus.
i'm in an internet cafe again. for the last time.
i made a resolution not to buy a prepaid internet account.
until when? i dont know. for a long time, that's for sure.
thanks nonie, keren, brokensaint, and ate daph.
i knew i was never alone.
so that's it. i'll be gone. right, as if people would care.
ugh, there goes the pessimism again.
meanwhile, i have a lot to deal with Him.
riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1063089995897481172003-09-09T13:46:00.000+07:002003-10-02T21:44:58.936+07:00drowning.
i flunked one of my midterm exams. yup, that one i had sleepless nights studying for. my world felt like shattering to really tiny pieces when i got my blue book this morning. my life, again, is on a thin line. my hope now, lies on my second exam. call me insane but really, if that fails too, i might as well disappear.
sorry for the unedifying words but pessimism is seriously eating riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1062780456490274292003-09-05T23:47:00.000+07:002003-09-05T23:47:36.513+07:00it's Friday once again.
Friday Group Therapy. i found this here.
1. Is there one piece of criticism that you have received or given out that sticks in your mind?
That I am too messy and absent-minded, and that it could cause me serious troubles someday.
2. What is your most unpleasant characteristic?
I get too emotional at times.. no, at ALL times.
3. What is your greatest fear?
To be a riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1062615172135669922003-09-04T01:52:00.000+07:002003-09-04T02:39:58.173+07:00Rainy Days, Random Thoughts.
You know that mood when you want to blog something but for some reason, you just don’t feel like blogging in sensible paragraphs with sensibly related sentences? That’s how I feel right now.
It's raining again. Coolness.
Simple Joys of Life.
Waking up with the sound of the raindrops through your ears.
Oversleeping, and waking up thirty minutes after the start riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1062436857018375672003-09-02T00:20:00.000+07:002003-09-29T10:32:52.526+07:00I’m so blessed. Allow me to rant. Brace yourselves, this is going to be a long one.
Heart of Worship
When the music fades, all is stripped away..
and I simply come.
Longing just to bring something that’s of worth
that will bless Your heart
As jen blogged about, we had a really splendid time during the Praise and Worship Night in our church last Sunday and even until now, I riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1062277047020347862003-08-31T03:57:00.000+07:002003-08-31T03:57:26.853+07:00randomness.
five a.m.
saturday night.
er, sunday morning.
hazel nut coffee.
sleepless.
insomnia.
caffeine.
*blink,blink*
i really should stop on the coffee.riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1061952040198367332003-08-27T09:40:00.000+07:002004-03-24T10:42:34.810+07:00conscience, am i dead?
this is the first time (and probably the only time) i'll ever post up a quizilla result here. haha, sorry, i got overwhelmed. though somehow i found it insulting that i am a lot like her (uhh, am i that absent-minded??), i still find her cute. and her optimistic and jolly personality is really something i'd love to have myself. i love this! hehe. =)
What Finding Nemo riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1061870688801262242003-08-26T11:04:00.000+07:002003-10-02T21:07:47.200+07:00too much coffee.
i had too much coffee yesterday. i was studying for a really big midterm exam almost the whole day and i had to keep myself awake. the caffeine was working, really, until i realized that i have drunk too much. before i knew it, my hands and knees were shaking like crazy! so congratulate me. i now know the side effects of caffeine.
anyway, i managed to get through the whole riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1061576701289763532003-08-23T01:25:00.000+07:002003-08-23T01:31:13.516+07:00FridayFive
yeah, yeah.. i got nothing to do again.
1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?
My earliest would be 5:30am (on Tuesdays because my class starts at 7am). other than that, i can wake up as early as 7am, and as late as 12noon.
2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?
Yup. Ohh.. very late. 2am is early for me. i can stay up til 7am the following day. heehee.
3. Aside riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1061405481489445812003-08-21T01:51:00.000+07:002003-09-30T16:15:35.626+07:00too much for a night.
what did I know? after having only one hour of sleep the other day because of SV’s Ladies Night, I spent half of the day (read: yesterday. it’s past midnight as i type this) on my bed, getting as much sleep as I can. little did I know that there’s a reason for those long hours of rest -- I would need it now.
I cant believe how much have happened the past five hours. (1) ariznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1061128880748951852003-08-17T21:01:00.000+07:002003-08-17T21:01:20.623+07:00Mars.
are you guys aware that the planet Mars is visible in our skies this whole month of August? there. now you know. too bad, the skies have been cloudy the past days. but God, in all His mercy, granted my prayer at least for a night, and so at the start of this week, i finally saw it. Mars. visible. here on earth. can be seen just a little below the moon. amazing. =)
anyway, this is an email riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1061058286385363252003-08-17T01:24:00.000+07:002003-08-17T01:24:46.366+07:00NEW LAYOUT!
aryt, aryt.. im admitting it already. i am an addict. so shoot me.
by the way, thanks Trish for designing my seventh version. i'll be saving that. thanks muuuuch!! :)
be blogging more later.
meanwhile, my bed is missing me.
riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1060674549418377062003-08-12T14:49:00.000+07:002003-08-12T21:00:57.166+07:00plug: strange presence.
moved: painted words and BITS.
ha, im famous.
i have a fan. i heard she's starting to miss my blogs. we were having lunch at World Tops (katips) just a few hours ago when she asked me this.. "bakit di ka na nagbblog riz?" so now, i'm blogging because i know that one person will be checking up my site tonight.. haha, i feel like a movie star, really! i've ranted and riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1060081216502631472003-08-05T18:00:00.000+07:002003-08-05T18:00:16.283+07:00i was going through my journal last night, and i saw this poem i wrote about 4 years ago. i'm not a poet, not at all. in my entire life, i've written about three poems -- two of them were thrown away. so this is yes, the only remnant i have of my poetry.
i wrote this four years ago.. but then, its message, it seems to be, is.. eternal.
i smiled remotely
hiding behind this mask of mine
riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1059699020670843992003-08-01T07:50:00.000+07:002003-08-01T07:50:20.476+07:00love and pain.
what can you say about love and pain? do they always have to go together? i always had this notion that love is all butterflies and fairytales and bliss.. but then, maybe, just maybe, the real test of love is how it survives struggles after struggles and ends up still victorious in the end. maybe that's what love is after all.. maybe, in those moments when nothing seems fair, love riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1059383877391240802003-07-28T16:17:00.000+07:002003-07-28T16:23:10.570+07:00plug.
this is how much i love my KC Batch. visit, visit!
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
DARKIE!!!! there. i posted your name already. teehee. miss kita! :)
riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1058928525697480412003-07-23T09:48:00.000+07:002003-07-23T09:48:45.600+07:00i've been too sentimental here lately huh.. well, bear with me. life is too great.. =)
the soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tears...
rainbow.
last Monday, my brother and I, and two church friends, Caleb and Betsjoy, went to the mall to accompany mom buy some groceries. it was raining hard when we left the house. and i have to admit, my spirits matched the gloominess of the day. riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1058280485711455872003-07-15T21:48:00.000+07:002003-07-15T21:48:05.576+07:00home alone.
My parents and my two brothers are spending the night at Punta Fuego, a deserted beach resort somewhere in Batangas. I remember the last time we were there.. white sand, clear water, blue sky, fishes swimming around with us, corals and shells everywhere... sigh, it's definitely one place i would want to go back to someday. However, that "someday" is obviously not now. Inasmuch as i riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1057979510376390592003-07-12T10:11:00.000+07:002003-07-12T10:11:50.350+07:00Seek first the kingdom of God and ALL things shall be added to you as well.. -- Matthew 6:33
i'm overwhelmed. i realized that during those times i thought He wasn't around, He was really just right there, in silence, comforting me and sending me His message through the pain. and now i understand it even more.. God's message has been consistent, and whatever procedure He has in mind for making meriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1057216113705306452003-07-03T14:08:00.000+07:002003-07-03T14:08:33.723+07:00just in time.
life has been a little busy lately.. God has been giving me overwhelming responsibilities.. and along with this, greater struggles through out the week. Oh yes, I always smile a lot.. but deep within the recesses of my soul, I long to release the tears away. There have been times when i just want to lock myself up in my room and cry it all out.. times when i just feel lost and weak riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-1056950849709654172003-06-30T12:27:00.000+07:002003-06-30T12:27:29.670+07:00i finally got this thing working.. yey! after almost 6 months i got a new layout at last! thanks sooo much trish!! luv u girl!! =)
i aint have classes on Mondays, im stuck home now doing stuff for my classes tomorrow. i'll be going out with my family later though. our churchmate's celebrating her birthday. i'm not really feeling better now.. my head aches, i have colds, and i miss someone sooo riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-955030572003-06-10T19:46:00.000+07:002003-06-11T00:10:47.000+07:00back to school.
i had my first class this morning (at 7am, would you believe?), and for a change, i wasn't late (you see, that's what i get from a month-long training at Kawayan Camp). it's my first time in all my almost-four years in college to have a class that early. usually, i won't take a 7o'clock class because as you all very well know, i'm an insomniac. this semester however, i didn't haveriznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-952663012003-06-04T10:06:00.000+07:002003-06-04T10:08:45.000+07:00reflections.
one thing i've learned the past 24 hours is that there will be times in our lives when God would allow us to be down in order to see how powerful He can be... that He would allow tears to fall from our eyes to clear our vision... and in our lowest points, He will be the one who'll lift us up...
we may not know why God puts us in seemingly un-just situations, but what we should know riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-951286342003-06-01T02:25:00.000+07:002003-06-01T02:25:51.410+07:00first day.
it's the first day of the month.
i can't believe that school's gona start again in a few weeks.. it seems like just a few days ago, i was cramming with my two thesis-buddies, trying to beat a major deadline.. and later on, dragging up my luggages on a habal-habal (a motor cycle with a 3-passenger capacity) to Camp Bato, Sibonga, Cebu for a month-long IVCF Leadership Camp… and much riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-949778252003-05-28T13:40:00.000+07:002003-06-01T17:17:08.000+07:00bothered.
i've been thinking so much since the day i turned 20.. (uhuh come to think of it, i've been thinking a lot my whole life, being the melacholic that i am. riiight..). it's just that, i feel as if the very thing i avoided has happened after all.. and it bothers me so much, and yet, i know i really shouldn't be... but if i really shouldn't be bothered.. then why am i? =(
my prayer.
Dear riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-949689642003-05-28T09:34:00.000+07:002003-05-28T09:34:53.880+07:00plug plug.
im having problems with my FTP, i couldn't update some pages of this site.. for the meantime, visit these wonderful people i traded links with.. keren and mark.
and, if you wana get kiliged, visit kuya kid's mushiness. hehe.. *huugs kid*
ayt.. i have soo much in my mind right now but i haven't thought of what to write yet... one of these days, i guess..
right. that's just the riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-946458762003-05-21T01:55:00.000+07:002003-05-21T03:39:15.000+07:00twenty.
i wanted to sleep but i couldnt...
so here i am, spending the first few hours of my 20th year in front of the computer, typing my heart out.. my wish has been made, the candles (without the cake though, take that!) have been blown, the numerous greetings have died down, the landline has stopped ringing, and my cellphone's stopped beeping as well... and as i put the phone down after riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-942553662003-05-13T16:34:00.000+07:002003-05-14T13:47:44.000+07:00i'm back!!!
yahoo! that's right, i'm back!! =) after more than a month of being on a hiatus, i'm finally back home... with a reinforced faith, renewed life, and a whole bunch of people journeying along with me.. *sigh*
the month that was...
i wouldnt be able to put in writing the wonderful memories Kawayan Camp has brought to my life... but just so you get an idea of how much it made a riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-922680422003-04-09T11:13:00.000+07:002003-05-13T16:13:18.000+07:00sigh, i feel bad not bein able to keep up with this site and all... im sorry rawles!!! school is really busy the past days... i promise to do something as soon as i get back (after a month that is) actually, we haven't finish our mini thesis yet... and my flight to Cebu is scheduled tomorrow already. yiiikes. SUICIDE!!!
speaking of my Cebu trip, that's actually the reason why im here right now, riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-900947052003-03-04T12:15:00.000+07:002003-03-06T13:11:18.000+07:00just a quickie.
yay! i've been gone for more than a month.. things started to become so busy in school. i have about a dozen papers due in the next two weeks. other than that, our computer crashed last month, and now, i feel as if i've been disconnected from the world. my friend, hobbes, tried to fix it up and was semi-successful -- he was able to save most of my files (my mp3s thank God), and riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-882058312003-01-29T15:42:00.000+07:002003-01-29T16:02:43.000+07:00semi hiatus.
yesterday, during one of my major classes, thanks to our beloved Ma'am Umali, i came face-to-face once more with the reality that im a junior now.. and in less than 3months i'll be a graduating stud (hopefully)... with just a few more months left in this sem, i realized (it's about time, riz! ugh.) that i really have to start getting my priorities straight already.. meaning: more riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-880931702003-01-27T19:39:00.000+07:002003-01-27T19:39:15.053+07:00behind the smiles.
kuya niks turned 21 last friday (24th) and as a birthday gift, kuya nate and i organized a surprise party for him at mcdonalds somewhere in manila. (uh, right.. what's with McDo and people turning 21 anyway?) it had been his dream to celebrate his debut (yeah, yeah) at mcdo. so we granted his wish. all my brother's college friends were there.. and our whole barkada too.. im riznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131373.post-878688152003-01-23T07:13:00.000+07:002003-09-30T16:23:38.013+07:00now it haunts me again..
today i saw a ghost of my past.. do you know that feeling.. that for a long time you've held back, tried to take your mind off a person, and found your way to be whole again. and you thought you were really over him na. then suddenly, unexpectedly, you saw each other again.. and just the sight of him made your knees tremble and brought back all the memories you've pushed riznoreply@blogger.com