<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:17:13.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My depot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-112003840503123114</id><published>2005-06-28T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:59:49.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/TheBeach3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-112003840503123114?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/112003840503123114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=112003840503123114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/112003840503123114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/112003840503123114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/06/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-112079603368033804</id><published>2005-06-22T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:11:36.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotto Winner</title><content type='html'>Wala akong magawa sa opisina. Wala akong pwede gawin na trabaho dahil sa magagaling ang mga katrabaho ko at natapos na nila lahat ng dapat gawin.  So, naghanap na lng ako sa internet ng topic na sa tingin ko e interesado ako.....Hmmmm... Painting....nakita ko ang blog ni Ryan. Kakaiba sya kasi Tagalog ang lahat ng entries nya! Nakakatuwa ang blog nya, natural, walang kyeme, totoo at higit sa lahat nakaaliw! Sabi ko sa sarili ko, gagayahin ko sya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung manalo ka ng 60 million sa Lotto, ano ang gagawin mo? Ito ang tanong ko sa aking mga kasama habang nagkakandaduling sila sa pagtingin sila sa monitor. Wala lang para may mapagusapan. Break muna sa trabaho. Success! Nakuha ko naman ang atensyon nila. Sa laki ng pera na yun e madami kang mabibili. Nandyan na yung BMW na two seater, franchise ng Jollibee, malaking bahay, Mark III, maglakbay sa ibang bansa, charity at kung ano ano pa. Ang sarap mangarap! Ang sarap gastusin ang pera lalo na at hinde mo naman pinaghirapan. Sa dami ng gusto naming mabili hayun yung 60 million ubos na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko pa din ang usapan namin kahit nakasakay na ako sa shuttle pauwi sa bahay. Ang sarap ng pakiramdam bumili ng mga bagay na gustong gusto mo dahil kaya mo naman e. Parang walang problema. Parang walang panghihinayang. Parang kang nasa ibang dimension. Si August nga napanaginipan pa nya na nanalo sya talaga. Haaaaayyy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap pala maging deprived! Pero ano nga kaya ang mga naramdaman ng mga nanalo talaga sa lotto? Masaya din kaya sila gaya ng buong akala ko? Ako kaya pwede ako manalo sa lotto? Pero hinde naman ako tumataya e. Siguro hanggang panagrap na lng. Libre naman e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-112079603368033804?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/112079603368033804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=112079603368033804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/112079603368033804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/112079603368033804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/06/lotto-winner.html' title='Lotto Winner'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111874774421366946</id><published>2005-06-14T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:15:24.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>Things that I would like to do for the next six months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go wild water rafting at the chicco river&lt;br /&gt;2. Enrol in Painting Lessons&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to swim&lt;br /&gt;4. Lose 4 pounds&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish Scrap book&lt;br /&gt;6. Edit all pending Videos&lt;br /&gt;7. Shop at 168 &lt;br /&gt;8. Have a vacation at Puerto Galera&lt;br /&gt;9. Go back to The Farm in an overnight stay and all the works!&lt;br /&gt;10. Attend a retreat seminar in Tagaytay&lt;br /&gt;11. Bet in a lottery&lt;br /&gt;12. Do charity works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111874774421366946?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111874774421366946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111874774421366946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111874774421366946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111874774421366946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111752765633344615</id><published>2005-05-31T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T02:57:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool and Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="12" cellpadding="2" BORDERCOLOR="Green"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/C2PicBig.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height="150" width="150" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;==&gt; I am a self confessed C2 addict.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;==&gt; A day is not a day without it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;==&gt; I even sell C2 in the office.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;==&gt; My Favorite is apple &amp; Lemon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;==&gt; Green tea is its main ingredient.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;==&gt; It is manufactured by URC.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111752765633344615?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111752765633344615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111752765633344615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111752765633344615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111752765633344615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/05/cool-and-clean.html' title='Cool and Clean'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111744805125694566</id><published>2005-05-30T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T03:14:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for the day</title><content type='html'>A question just pop into my mind.....Am I ready to be a homemaker? Am I willing to give up my career to be become a housewife? I thought it over.....the answer is YES...if I have to, just to be with my family.....But how long will I be able to hold on to that new role? .....I do not know....I am preparing myself in the future by conditioning myself....Maybe it will happen .....maybe not.....But at least I gave it a shot.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111744805125694566?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111744805125694566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111744805125694566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111744805125694566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111744805125694566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/05/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the day'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111719663058287084</id><published>2005-05-26T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T04:38:24.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On feeling angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="symbol"&gt;I cannot blame myself if right now I feel so angry. &lt;br /&gt;What would anybody feel when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Your brother in law empties the gas tank when you have left it with one fourth full.&lt;br /&gt;   2. The same person used your e-pass without telling you resulting to my payment of farthest toll fee when in fact I just came from Alabang going to Southwoods.&lt;br /&gt;   3. The same person asks for your cellphone because he needs to text somebody when actually he has 2 cellphones (not prepaid!!!) that he can use.&lt;br /&gt;   4. The same person seemingly irritating you daughter and now as if it's all my daughter's fault why she feels hatred towards him. &lt;br /&gt;   5. The same person accounts (in my face) what he has given me which in fact are just free samples from his company.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Your mother in law compares you to somebody (in a subtle manner but still.... I'm not stupid), most especially that person has a bad record in the family.&lt;br /&gt;   7. The same person did not ask for your opinion but instead make a decision based on what she thinks is right.&lt;br /&gt;   8. The same person who never want to stop talking even when I feel I need silence.&lt;br /&gt;   9. Your father in law thinks he is the most intelligent person. Nobody can correct him because he is always right.&lt;br /&gt;   10. You were not invited to a mother's day celebration by those people you lived with. &lt;br /&gt;   11. You feel extremely humid in your bedroom while the rest of the family are comfotably sleeping in an airconditioned room while in fact you have your own aircon unit in your own room in Laguna (nobody dared to offer) .&lt;br /&gt;   12. You always choose to follow what your inlaws are saying since they think they know better.&lt;br /&gt;   13. The yaya that I was supposed to get was given to another person while in fact I paid for her fare.&lt;br /&gt;   14. An ex officemate borrowed money from you 2 years ago and now I am the bad person for demading the payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am just depressed that is why I feel angry. But looking through these list ..... I know I have valid reason to be angry. I have resolutions on these things. I hope it is the right thing to do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111719663058287084?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111719663058287084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111719663058287084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111719663058287084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111719663058287084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-feeling-angry.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;symbol&quot;&gt;On feeling angry&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111719416500445379</id><published>2005-05-25T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T04:42:45.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day</title><content type='html'>Today I cried the first time when Joel left for Singapore. Today, Zabe witnessed how lonely I can be. I thought I am strong enough to face these challeges. I am wrong. Although I still face life as positive as possible, but I know the verge might be near. I know that time will come I will achieve whatever it is that I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is a different day because I heard the most comforting words I can hear from a child, from my own daughter. The moment she saw me crying she told me these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow when you wake up do not cry anymore huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy it's ok to cry, it's ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she hugged me. Now I feel better. Now I can face life with a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111719416500445379?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111719416500445379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111719416500445379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111719416500445379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111719416500445379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-day.html' title='This day'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111589563590013266</id><published>2005-05-12T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:20:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Badminton</title><content type='html'>It's a little frustrating for me, for all of us, because we did not make it to the semis! Yearly, we hold a badminton tournament for our project. This tourney is different from last year because it is a one day tourney only. As far as I know we practice at least once a week to improve our skills. Yet for this small event, I felt we didn't play the way we used to when we practice. Hmmmm.... what's the matter then? As for me, I was really nervous I feel I don't have enough confidence to play. Anyway, there's always next time right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111589563590013266?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111589563590013266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111589563590013266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111589563590013266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111589563590013266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/05/project-badminton.html' title='Project Badminton'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111572481905119791</id><published>2005-05-09T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T04:35:28.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIP/TUCK</title><content type='html'>Today I finished watching NIP/TUCK series! It's one heck of a series! It's full of drama, deceit, lies, temptation, sex, love, .... you know my kind of storyline =) I don't want to go into details because I might preempt those who would like to watch it. I am looking forward watching season two! I just can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111572481905119791?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111572481905119791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111572481905119791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111572481905119791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111572481905119791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/05/niptuck.html' title='NIP/TUCK'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111563023399856832</id><published>2005-05-04T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:17:14.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five in a row</title><content type='html'>Today is our 5th year wedding anniversary! Yey! I received a bouquet of flowers delivered to my office. This is the second time I got flowers from Joel ever since we've been together. The first time he gave me flowers was when I forced him to give me one hahahahahaha. Yes, "forced" is the right term. I am not a fanatic of flowers. I don't know why. Maybe because I have more male hormones than female ones? Joel knew I won't appreciate flowers so he doesn't make an effort to send me one. But still having those female hormones, I still long to feel special by receiving flowers. What actually made my day was the poem I received from him that made me cry. Here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i love u? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because everything that I have now I owe to you &lt;br /&gt;I owe you my flourishing career &lt;br /&gt;I owe you my confidence &lt;br /&gt;I owe you my being physically fit &lt;br /&gt;I owe you our little bundle of joy, Zabe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for the way you are &lt;br /&gt;I love your flaws &lt;br /&gt;I love your habits &lt;br /&gt;I love being addicted to you &lt;br /&gt;I just love loving you! &lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I love you because you loved me when I had nothing and because you still love me even with my flaws.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to love you forever.... I still do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111563023399856832?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111563023399856832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111563023399856832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111563023399856832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111563023399856832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/05/five-in-row.html' title='Five in a row'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111563051686389148</id><published>2005-04-25T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:24:23.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentle Giants</title><content type='html'>Karmina can better describe our Bicol experience......&lt;br /&gt;Like she said "We had a blast!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;So here's the link to her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://ainsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-overdue.html "&gt;http://ainsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-overdue.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111563051686389148?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111563051686389148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111563051686389148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111563051686389148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111563051686389148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/04/gentle-giants.html' title='The Gentle Giants'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111321967827921275</id><published>2005-04-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T05:48:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volley Champ!</title><content type='html'>For a year or so, it has been my dream to be able to play volleyball again. Yes, I dreamt of that. That is why when I learned that our company will be having a tourney for volleyball, I quickly joined. During my first games, I was so frustrated and maybe devastated with the way I played the game. As far as I can remember, I love playing volleybal as a matter of fact I've been playing since elementary til highschool. I even joined inter village or inter town tournaments. Although I wasn't that good, I know I wasn't that bad also compared to my play for our company tourney. Maybe because I'm getting old?? No I'm not, i just have to fine tune the way I play and regain confidence again. Will I achieve it? Maybe I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although suffice to say I was contented now knowing that my little dream came true. Not only did I satisfy myself with every games that I played but also proud that our team was included in the championship! As a matter of fact, we were the CHAMP! Yey I'm "doubly" happy. Here's the teaser sent by the company for the champ...and man I am proud hahahahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/volleychamp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height = "330" width="420"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111321967827921275?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111321967827921275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111321967827921275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111321967827921275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111321967827921275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/04/volley-champ.html' title='Volley Champ!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111296473085916892</id><published>2005-04-08T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T05:52:10.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holy Man</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago I cried because I saw the Pope during World Youth Day. I did'nt expect my reaction to be like that. I was stunned. I stand in awe of him. I told myself that this person is really a holy man. He has a different aura that will led you to tears. Today, I am deeply saddened with his passing from this earth. Today, I cried because a holy man was gone. I know there are not so many of them. His loss is indeed felt. Although, I feel this way I know that God has better plans for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111296473085916892?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111296473085916892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111296473085916892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111296473085916892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111296473085916892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-man.html' title='A Holy Man'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-110906624702425079</id><published>2005-02-09T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T01:56:27.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrylic Painting</title><content type='html'>Today is the second and final day of our Acrylic painting sessions here at the office. I was so excited like a little girl waiting for her candies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the invitation on Acrylic painting I signed up right away because it has been one of my frustrations. Actually my list goes on when it comes to frustrations(never mind =) ). Since the company is giving away a free acrylic sessions then I guess this is my chance to prove if I have a little talent on painting! Well, it seems that painting can be learned and developed through practice and perseverance unlike any other talent like singing or dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful that someday I may fully develop this talent. Kailangan ko na yata i-career ito! I dunno but time will come when I am 100% decided pursuing this interest. As of today, I have plans. As to when ti will become a reality that I don't know. As of now I am happy i had my first painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/Image004.jpg" height = "330" width="420"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a glimpse of what I have done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-110906624702425079?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/110906624702425079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=110906624702425079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906624702425079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906624702425079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/02/acrylic-painting.html' title='Acrylic Painting'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-110906609274331239</id><published>2005-01-19T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:41:09.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken pox</title><content type='html'>Joel have a chicken pox. I do not know how to react. I have mixed feelings. I feel relieved because he's in Singapore and will spare us of being infected but on the other I also worry for him because he's alone and needs special attention from us. Also the thought of him having scars on his face makes me shiver. I thought to myself that those scars will never fade away. Baby face pa naman sya hahahahaha. Although I pray to God to stay with him during these times of sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-110906609274331239?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/110906609274331239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=110906609274331239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906609274331239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906609274331239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/01/chicken-pox.html' title='Chicken pox'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-110906606514472966</id><published>2005-01-13T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T05:56:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my bday today! yey!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday today! Imma thought it's my birthday today! She even bought me a gift, a green pearl necklace and bracelet with white lace lock. How could she have formulated the theory of my birthday today..... I don't know....My birthday will be six months from now and not even the 13th! But just the same I appreciate the gestires and it made me feel happy like it's really my birthday except the thought of getting older so early! It's a fun feeling being thought of. Aaaaawwwwwwww =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-110906606514472966?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/110906606514472966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=110906606514472966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906606514472966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906606514472966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-my-bday-today-yey.html' title='It&apos;s my bday today! yey!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-110906603385378733</id><published>2005-01-08T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:56:03.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguin</title><content type='html'>We visited Jurong Bird Park. The most amazing bird I have seen today is the penguin! Oh I love them! When I saw them I thought there weren't real! I just wonder why penguins were created a villain in the Batman series when they are cute and loveable creatures. I like them the way they fly in the water. I witness their feeding time and it amazes me me how glide in the water. They are definitely a must see at the Jurong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00122z.jpg" height = "330" width="420"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not the real penguins.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00134.jpg" height = "330" width="420"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are......... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-110906603385378733?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/110906603385378733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=110906603385378733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906603385378733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906603385378733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2005/01/penguin.html' title='Penguin'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-110714273492913077</id><published>2004-12-31T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:32:44.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year @ Clark Quay</title><content type='html'>New Year in Singapore is quite silent in lieu of Tsunami event. But still Sinagporeans find ways to celebrate New Year. As for us we went to Clark Quay for the Mardi Gras party! It was fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Hooters. Yes! Hooters! Take note with my very engrossed kiddo, Zabe mwehehehehe. Camcorders are not even allowed inside but I have to be resourceful. I couldn't miss the birthday celebration of one of the peeps there. So I took some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00124.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="410" height="350"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-110714273492913077?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/110714273492913077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=110714273492913077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110714273492913077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110714273492913077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year-clark-quay.html' title='New Year @ Clark Quay'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-111742767083291716</id><published>2004-12-25T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:33:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to everybody! Had a great time today! I've met Sesame Street characters! I felt the child in me =) &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00019.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="410" height="350"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-111742767083291716?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/111742767083291716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=111742767083291716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111742767083291716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/111742767083291716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-110714284471051020</id><published>2004-12-24T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:32:06.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The three of us @ Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve is not any other Christmas to me. Today is special. I arrived in Singapore to spend the holidays as a family. We went to Joel's company Christmas party, meeting his very diverse officemates. It's a little odd why a company would hold a party on a Christmas Eve. Maybe because we have different culture? I imagine myself attending a party on a Christmas eve here in the Philippines, my mom might curse my company I guess. After the party we went to Orchard road where I think half of Singaporeans are celebrating Christmas! So, I thought of them as "not normal" =). I mean during Christmas Eve , Filipino families gather together, have noche buena and exchange gifts. We were there to see the giants Christmas Trees on the sidewalk and the marvelous decorations of Orchard road, but Orchard is more than that. Events are from one place to another, there are choirs singing on the streets, tiangge, Singaporeans selling snow spray (which by the way is really annoying), Santa Claus picture taking etc. I am dead tired when we got home but still we had a simple noche buena. We had ham which I carefully packed in my luggage, carbonara which is bottled by the way and bread from a store across the street! We exchange gifts and were very happy with what we received. I gave Joel a watch which counts the blood pressure, He gave me a belt bag and Zabe the most appreciative of all received a cookie monster stuff toy. We slept past 1pm looking forward for a fun day tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics to remember .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" BORDERCOLOR=RED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00248.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="410" height="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/1830afd9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="180" height="140"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00247.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="180" height="140"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-110714284471051020?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/110714284471051020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=110714284471051020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110714284471051020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110714284471051020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/12/three-of-us-christmas-eve.html' title='The three of us @ Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-110906550806431610</id><published>2004-12-12T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T03:27:16.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang sarap magshopping!</title><content type='html'>Ang sarap magshopping! I had a grand time going from one store to another. Buti na lng may malapit na mall sa Mercure hotel where we are staying. But when I got home, it saddened me when I thought of how much I have spent. I am a little worried about it. I'm like that kasi whenever I feel I overspent, hindi ako mapakali. When I told my hubby about it, he told me he'd that he'll be the one to pay for most of the things I spent! Imagine that!! Buti na lng =) *Wink* *Wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-110906550806431610?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/110906550806431610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=110906550806431610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906550806431610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/110906550806431610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/12/ang-sarap-magshopping.html' title='Ang sarap magshopping!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-109877682582529666</id><published>2004-11-09T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:23:01.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels &amp; Demons</title><content type='html'>Today I finished reading Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. I remember watching the Dead Sea Scrolls more than seven years ago. For two months, I have been thinking about my religion Christianity. I started to doubt about Divinity. I have questioned the Catholic Church's teachings and advocate. For two months, my soul was searching for answers. What if all that was discovered on the Dead Sea Scrolls were true? What if there was no actual miracle perfomed during Jesus' time? What if what I believe right now are pure lies? I have been thinking all the possible 'what ifs' that time. Through days of reflection, my faith was regained and sustained. Today, my faith was tested again but this time I had the wisdom to understand the unfathomable. I see beyond what my eyes can see. I go farther where my feet can bring me. I love what I am feeling right now. At ease, at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Brown for me is such a great novelist. All things described in the book are factual except for the character itself. That's what makes it interesting. It has brought me to places I have never been. I have travelled through this book. I love this book and I am looking forward to reading his other works as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-109877682582529666?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/109877682582529666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=109877682582529666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109877682582529666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109877682582529666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/11/angels-demons.html' title='Angels &amp; Demons'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-109897481460169022</id><published>2004-10-25T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:19:24.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Believe In Fairies</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green" face="Arial"&gt;From a whole day's work, finally I'm home. My daughter embraced me when I arrived home as what she always do. I changed my office clothes to house clothes. Zabe keeps on talking to me about anything her vocabulary can utter. Although she has limited words to say, I love talking to her. Whenever there is a new word that I say she easily picks it up and use that word in our other conversations. Whatever that word is,  she tries to use that word even if her sentece does not fit well. We lie on the bed and she told me she watched Barney. Well, she doesn't have to say &lt;br /&gt;that because I know that Barney is a daily guest in our house. I don't remember her not watching Barney for a day eventhough she has watched the episode for the nth time. Then I utter the words....."I do believe in fairies". It was a little fresh from my memory since we viewed it in the office during our lunch hours. Zabe gave me a blank face not knowing was to say. So I told her that I watched Peter Pan. That he is a Boy who has a friend named Tinkerbell and that she is a fairy. I told her that a fairy is a little being with wings and magical powers. From the look on her face, I know she did not understand a single thing that I've said. Nonetheless, i continue uttering, "I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!". Both of us keep on chanting those phrases and I feel so magical at that moment. I realized that it was my first time to know the story of Peter Pan and Wendy! It was the first time I entered a world of Neverland where all things are adventure. Happy thoughts can lift you and make you fly as high as you want to. It is a place where one will never grow old and enjoy innocence all the days of their lives. And thus Peter will always be a boy who never wants to be a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be Peter. I like my daughter to be Peter forever where everything is simple and where problems has never been a great deal. I know it can never happen. I can make believe but reality will soon set in. So, I just enjoy every single and simple day that passes by with her. She may become a wendy someday but i enjoy her being a Peter today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-109897481460169022?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/109897481460169022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=109897481460169022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109897481460169022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109897481460169022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-do-believe-in-fairies.html' title='&lt;font color = &quot;Red&quot; face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;I Do Believe In Fairies&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-109877645381867918</id><published>2004-10-22T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T02:01:39.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wayans Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = "red" face = "Courier New"&gt;My officemates and I watched Hot Chicks starring the Wayans brothers themselves, Mario and Shawn. I never thought this movie could that be hilarious. I was never a fan of the Wayans. I have watched Scary Movie series and I didn't consider it a funny movie at all, not even close to 'There's Something About Mary' (which by the way is one of the funniest movie of all time). But, the movie had changed my mind because it made me laugh at the top of my lungs. Yes, literally, at the top of my lungs!!! There was actually one scene where I kept on laughing I didn't notice I was the only one gigling. I even heard the people at the back whimpering over my highly exagerrated laugh. It's okay, as long as I'm having fun, I didn't bother them though. This is a movie where my hundred bucks is worth the viewing. I am recommending it to all who are planning to watch it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="fuchsia"&gt;Here's a link to the movie I loved for this month :) Check it out .....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.empiremovies.com/reviews/brendan/white_chicks.shtml" target="_New Win"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/Misc/white-chicks.jpg" alt="Basta Masaya Ito"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-109877645381867918?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/109877645381867918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=109877645381867918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109877645381867918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109877645381867918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/10/wayans-brothers.html' title='The Wayans Brothers'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-109877672599863388</id><published>2004-10-20T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:53:10.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Nawawala</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier"&gt;I call this day the 'El Bimbo Encounter'. I met up with a friend who I haven't seen forever. I thought it will be awkward seeing someone I haven't talked with for such a long time. But It wasn't. Although there were several times I thought about him, how he is doing and what has become of him. Until one day, Ayet ( my friend from the States) found where Bimbo is! Ayet's friend (RG which happed to be my ex hahahahaha) told her that his friend's officemate is named Bimbo(ang connect!). So, I called him up and I feel great finding him! We stipulated to meet up. As I see him waiting for me, I didn't recognized him at first because he had gained a little weight, wearing braces and 'kusot mayaman' type of barong. But when I saw that boyish smile again I said to myself this is him, this is my friend. We had dinner and had coffee after. It feels that there is so little time when we have at least 7 years of absence with each other. I missed him a lot most especially his stories about heartaches and pains. You see when we were a little younger we used to talk over the phone about anything and everything. He usually tells me about his encounters with the girls and their stories. Maybe he doesn't know this but he keeps my life balanced during that time. I said so because I had been living in a platonic world. I even told him that my problem was that I do not have a problem. Isn't it a big deal! For me that time, it is. Not that my life was perfect but maybe I do not let small things get into me. And so while talking to him, I can feel that my life is having a balance again....because of his stories.....See you again friend!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-109877672599863388?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/109877672599863388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=109877672599863388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109877672599863388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109877672599863388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/10/ang-nawawala.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;Courier&quot;&gt;Ang Nawawala&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-109715341284725999</id><published>2004-10-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:09:50.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been missin the bun</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green" face="Comic Sans MS" &gt;Last night, while riding on my everyday shuttle going home, my mind was full of all the things that happened for the day. It flashed back to me like a an ongoing movie in a theatre. Then unexpectedly, I thought of choriburger from Bun on the run (just like the ads when we watch series on the TV). I miss it dearly. When was the last time I ate that juicy, tender and delectable burger? As far as I remember, it was six years ago at Festival mall. There was a kiosk located near the X-site area but it did'nt last long. What happened? Oooooh how I miss it. It's the burger with a scooped cheese and butter(i think) and while eating it all the drippings are all over your pants! :) The first time I ate it was in greenbelt. There's a kiosk near the cinema area. BUn on the run not only sells choriburger but hotdogs and other kinds of burgers as well. Their sweet goodies are also a must try. Lemon squares, brownies, Choco squares, and Crinkles. They have a lot of customers as far as I remember. I still wonder what happened to them. I hope I can have a bite of those choriburger again. I can't wait.....Why do I crave for this? hmmmmm..... maybe another PMS sign.......:)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-109715341284725999?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/109715341284725999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=109715341284725999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109715341284725999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109715341284725999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/10/been-missin-bun.html' title='been missin the bun'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-109877598056020157</id><published>2004-10-04T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T01:14:36.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play The Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" color="blue"&gt;I went to La Union, a surfing spot at the northern part of Luzon and a six hours travel from Manila,  with my friends not to surf but to watch them surf. I joined them because I'd like to experience watching surfers use those long and colorful boards as they glide through the waves, just like what I see in the television. Also, I would like to be the camera girl taking every surfing moment that they will have. At the same time, I would like to spend time with my best friends most especially Karen who I know we may not see for a long time since she has decided to migrate to the US sometime next year. I know that going surfing is part of her To Dos list and I don't want to miss this chance being with her and Ainna. As expected we had a great time. It became our chance to relax and at the same time just be together and do nothing. Yes, we like doing that==&gt; do NOTHING. Anyway, I heard one of the locals told Ainna if they are going to play? So I asked, play what? Play the board? Play on the water? Then she told me to Play the Waves. Yeah you really play with the waves when you surf, that's why it has been an entertaining thing to surfer fanatics. Now I know the connection. Next time I wish I can have the courage to play the waves.  As of now, I'm not ready yet. Maybe if I can be brave enough to conquer my fear of drowning :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;So,here are our pics, some captured momentos from our La Union Trip.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  border="1" cellpadding="10" width="90%"&gt;&lt;tr align="center" &gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00242.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00319.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00363.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFF66"&gt;The local surfers of La Union&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFF66"&gt;Me, Ainna &amp; Karen feeling the long boards&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFF66"&gt;This is how big the waves can be in the afternoon! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00313.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00327.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00345.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#008080"&gt;One of my fave pic. It's like an edited pic of Erwin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#008080"&gt;Conrad the swimmer. He was never threatened by a big wave!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#008080"&gt;This guy is going to take the dip!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00342.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00238.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00289.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF0000"&gt;Playing frisbee! I lost 1,000,000 calories! I never thought this game could be exhausting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF0000"&gt;So what now, are we ready to drown or not? hehehehe :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF0000"&gt;No waves yet? Let's wait for it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00310.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00244.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/DSC00272.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00FF00"&gt;Here's the award winning stunt of Jong mwehehehe &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00FF00"&gt;Let's get it started!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00FF00"&gt;So while waiting for the surfers, we played with the cam!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-109877598056020157?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/109877598056020157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=109877598056020157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109877598056020157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109877598056020157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/10/play-waves.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;Play The Waves&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-109515660763892663</id><published>2004-09-11T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:17:58.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Reminiscin' Baguio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been ten years since I set foot on the city of Pines. Although the visit was short, I have enjoyed the way my daughter did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Around 10 pm we set off to Baguio thinking that our drive will be a smooth one. Oh but I never thought &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/DSC00132.jpg" alt="sunburst graphic" height="250" width="200" align="left"&gt;I live in the Philippines where there are no boundaries to traffic jams. But what the heck, I'm with my sweetie who I truly missed for the past month. We had several stops to do our stuff. The first one was in Caltex somewhere in Pangasinan, the two had coffee to awaken their senses (it was effective I guess!).We felt hungry and had to stop again at another Caltex station. We got lost but we still managed to find the right route through the help of some locals we passed by. We arrived baguio around 5am. We slept right away since a beautiful morning is waiting for us. The first thing we did was accompany my daughter to ride a horse. She enjoyed a lot!! I enjoyed too by merely looking at her. At first she was hesistant to ride but with a little encouragement she agreed. Then after we went to Camp John Hay where we ride the bump car, visit the playground, take some pictures, take more pictures and ate at Carlo's Pizza. The pizza served was awesome but the rest(buffalo wings, Alredo, Spag Meat Sauce).....I couldn't tell. Thenafter, we take a nap so we could have more energy when darkness set in. We attend mass at St Joseph Church at around 5pm. I even saw Alfred, my neighbor in Laguna who were also there with his officemates. After mass, my father in law and Aris bought our dinner while we went to the Ukay Ukay in front of Burnham. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/DSC00155.jpg" alt="sunburst graphic" height="150" width="175" align="right"&gt;This is my chance to check it out. Anyway, I bought a cutesy white skirt that I have been looking for in Manila. Thank God Ukay Ukay was invented! Who invented it anyway? We ate a sumptuous dinner of Sugpo, grilled eggplant, Daing, and Crispy Pata. Yum! AT Gimik hour, we went to Nevada Square where the 'English-Speaking' Kids go to. The place was packed with security guards? Why is it so? I dunno, but their mere presence tells something. We checked out Beehive and drank and ate again!!! Our next stop was Gimbals were I enjoyed the most! The in-house band sang the bestest song you could ever imagine. Hip Hop, I love hip hop. It makes me dance and groove like I was the only person there. I just loved the music. They played the tunes of Usher, Nelly, Black Eyed Peas, 50 Cent and others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following morning, we went to Mine's View park, just a few meters away from where we stayed, Europa. There's not much to see at the Park, we just had our pictures taken. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/DSC00185.jpg" height="150" width="125" align="left"&gt; I also checked out some stores there but it is just the same with the others, nothing really special. We had lunch at Cafe by the ruins. I love the place and I love the food. Although the interior was an artsy type, I felt a little freaky about it. A picture of the guy was all over the place, ahh you will notice. Probably he's the artist behind the design. There was also a chair that seems to have eluded from the olden times. It was like an electric chair with all those ancient artifacts embossed. I felt like there are curses or spirits that envelopes the place.  Maybe my imagination goes too far. Or Maybe I just don't know how to appreciate arts?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that sumptuous meal, we went to Burnham park to ride and row a boat. We had fun, yes, eventhough the boat was a little old and &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/DSC00188.jpg" alt="sunburst graphic" height="200" width="250" align="right"&gt;the lake was truly filthy. We had fun because it was Zabe's first time to ride a boat. It was also my first time, I guess. Thenafter we went to SM Baguio. I like SM Baguio! I felt home, well except that the weather is a little cold. Both sides of the mall are open so you can actually feel the cold wind blowing on your face. We stopped there to buy some groceries because Joel is leaving the following day and he won't have time to do the shopping. Finally our energy has come to the lowest level that we decided to go back to Manila. Driving home, Zabe was sleeping the whole time. I would still go back to Bagiuo when time permits. I still want to visit the places I've never been to. I'd like to go back to Ukay Ukay and by then I will make sure I have ample time to do the shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-109515660763892663?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/109515660763892663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=109515660763892663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109515660763892663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109515660763892663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/09/on-reminiscin-baguio.html' title='On Reminiscin&apos; Baguio'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176032.post-109470978339906726</id><published>2004-09-04T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:33:38.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time on Airsoft Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was suggested as a Team Building Activity( can you believe it??) for our group. I was a little hesitant because I heard bruises are a common thing when you play it. The venue was at the Pacific Mall, it's the unfinished mall near EDSA along Shaw Boulevard. I arrived just on time. Contradicting to what I'm expecting, I had a great time playing Airsoft War games! I enjoyed it and I am looking forward for another game. Some &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'friendster'&lt;/span&gt; pics that we got during the games.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Airsoft Pics&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="10" width="90%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/DSC00024.jpg" width="200" height="170"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;This is me with all that gear and stuff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/41.jpg" width="200" height="220"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Here is where the action begins.. Ganda ng porma!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/20.jpg" width="250" height="175"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It's a different feeling getting this flag!! Urrrgh! Ironically, our team (aparently named Winner Team) did not win even once...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/15.jpg" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;One of the action packed scenes of our game. Just like the real thing eh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/ria_23/War%20GAmes/09.jpg" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;So, here goes my team(Winner Team).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8176032-109470978339906726?l=riaescobido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/feeds/109470978339906726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8176032&amp;postID=109470978339906726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109470978339906726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8176032/posts/default/109470978339906726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riaescobido.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-time-on-airsoft-games.html' title='First Time on Airsoft Games'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537610189228996467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
