<?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-6220017</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:17:47.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tamper-resistant</title><subtitle type='html'>this time it will be!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108785842843826773</id><published>2004-06-22T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T06:53:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont wanna be</title><summary type='text'>I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in onePart of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming fromI don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be latelyAll I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mindI'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta doOr who I'm supposed to beI don't want to be anything other than meI'm surrounded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108785842843826773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108785842843826773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/06/dont-wanna-be.html' title='dont wanna be'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108659887021232567</id><published>2004-06-07T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T17:01:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>age issues</title><summary type='text'>you know you're getting on in age when...1)as far as your juris class is concerned, prohibited drugs (indian hemp and its metabolite etc etc) and regulated drugs (valium, morphine etc etc) are under strict control of the dangerous drugs board no more ddb, now its phil. drug enforcement agency2)you get invited to a debut and you're not part of the cotillion nor the 18 candles nor 18 anything!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108659887021232567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108659887021232567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/06/age-issues.html' title='age issues'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108618704876319921</id><published>2004-06-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:08:29.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redeemed</title><summary type='text'>alfonso cuaron redeemed himself in my eyes with harry potter.the harry potter series redeemed itself in my eyes with the prisoner of azkaban.forget how faithful the movie was to the book!  isnt it a known fact that some things are lost in medium transfer?...rich colors! angled shots! imagery! lighting! special effects! best yet in the hp series... -my sms to inlababo friend....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/108618704876319921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220017&amp;postID=108618704876319921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108618704876319921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108618704876319921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/06/redeemed.html' title='redeemed'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108609329059320427</id><published>2004-06-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T20:39:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sell out</title><summary type='text'>go lakers!so?  im a sell out!  sold the kings out when spree &amp; co. muscled them out of the series (i still think garnet shouldve been suspended!!!! below the neck, below the neck blow...he was freaking charging towards whats his name!)its payton im cheering for!  bad mouthed trash talking payton!  go pogi! wooohhhooo!note:  i hated payton with a passion when he and kemp made things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/108609329059320427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220017&amp;postID=108609329059320427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108609329059320427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108609329059320427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/06/sell-out.html' title='sell out'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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-6220017.post-108582262214307319</id><published>2004-05-29T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T17:27:20.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a or b</title><summary type='text'>got a strawberry sunrise....in the same nook we shared before....amidst the blabber, i looked to my right...and saw the sunset.hhhmmmmi choose the sunrise.  and the sharp edges of the fork.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/108582262214307319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220017&amp;postID=108582262214307319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108582262214307319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108582262214307319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/or-b.html' title='a or b'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108537094992750159</id><published>2004-05-24T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T11:55:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry weekend</title><summary type='text'>am back from a restful weekend.  loved the sunny cool saturday morning and the drizzly cooler sunday.sun high up in the sky, slight breeze, and a slight toast in the air....gusto ko ng dagat!absolutely hated the food though.  good thing parents came pick me up and treated me to real food!  heaven!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108537094992750159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108537094992750159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/hungry-weekend.html' title='hungry weekend'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108513016014301641</id><published>2004-05-21T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:02:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my iris</title><summary type='text'>after this weekend, it'll be gone but before that happens,I liked the way my hand looked on your hand* in the presence of my struggle but the beauty of this vision alone I can't shake from my tree just yet it keeps invading all my private moments *my version! hahaha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108513016014301641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108513016014301641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-iris.html' title='my iris'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108512961184234183</id><published>2004-05-21T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T22:00:52.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kodak boy</title><summary type='text'>he's the cutest happy little boy i know of!  he's drooled on my shoulder, he made my back ache as i helped him "walk", and he made my arms numb for 3 whole days!doesnt he make you want to buy that asa400 kodak film? fine, you have digital!  buy kodak paper then!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/108512961184234183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220017&amp;postID=108512961184234183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108512961184234183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108512961184234183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/kodak-boy.html' title='kodak boy'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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-6220017.post-108512946927446624</id><published>2004-05-21T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:13:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drive</title><summary type='text'>staring at the clock, waiting for 5:30, i just realized that...for the first time in weeks, i'll be 1) driving 2) home on a friday night....am still deciding whether i like the idea or not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/108512946927446624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220017&amp;postID=108512946927446624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108512946927446624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108512946927446624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/drive.html' title='drive'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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-6220017.post-108487271314639531</id><published>2004-05-18T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:23:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bananas</title><summary type='text'>kulit: cheap new pregnancy test.  insert banana in vagina. leave for 30 seconds. remove. if half eaten there's a baby on the way =Pkulot: ahahahaha keep it up, kulit!  im wallowing in drama pero ur panic attack is super funny. lol.kulit: what panic attack???????? (exact no. of question marks)kulot: what panic attack???????? &lt;-yang super daming ? and super kulitness today, are they not signs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/108487271314639531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220017&amp;postID=108487271314639531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108487271314639531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108487271314639531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/bananas.html' title='bananas'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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-6220017.post-108392149091316044</id><published>2004-05-07T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:37:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last minute visitor</title><summary type='text'>he's way too good looking. (and i mean good looking by your standards not mine)he certainly lives up to his reputation.by gulay, wala na akong energy.  ang hirap mag panggap na hindi ako affected!  gulay!!!****saw his ring. nice platinum ring.tsk.he first dropped by when i was out.  a few days before his wedding.tsk.tsk.ha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108392149091316044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108392149091316044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-minute-visitor.html' title='last minute visitor'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108391396456519826</id><published>2004-05-07T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:40:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>share the joy</title><summary type='text'>i love unconditionally (to a certain extent pala and &amp; and selective din pala).i share.hence, tonight, three girls are going to la union - my way of sharing the joy to old friends.(and let it be known that most boys are scared of the water...harharhar...to quote a funny boy: "howd we go there? marunong ba tayong mag surf? where do we get the board? isnt it dangerous? how much? its election </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108391396456519826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108391396456519826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/share-joy.html' title='share the joy'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-10835560069820556</id><published>2004-05-03T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:42:30.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toss</title><summary type='text'>if a lady wins the bouquet toss in a wedding, she gets the distinction of probably being the next bride.so, why then isnt there a "something-toss" during a child-of-a-single-mom's 1st birthday party?  single mom gets to toss something and other ladies of reproductive age fight over the probability of being the next mom?  (or single mom, whichever is more convenient)-food for thought.because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/10835560069820556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/10835560069820556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/toss.html' title='toss'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-108346959170997390</id><published>2004-05-02T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:43:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><summary type='text'>before we celebrate my 28th birthday.....so many things i can do today but i just cant bring myself to actually move.inertia in all its glory.until a friend decided to call the house (cellphone was in the other room, on discreet mode, didnt hear beeps or rings) and ordered me to dress up, we are going to tagaytay.on usual lazy sundays, i wouldve said no but today's company might be fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108346959170997390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/108346959170997390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/05/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107888245246743652</id><published>2004-03-10T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:44:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><summary type='text'>hugs and kisses to those who remembered the date (heart you)...and the age (hate you).  tsk!27in defiance to those who said i couldnt face the truth!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107888245246743652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107888245246743652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/03/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107888167520989190</id><published>2004-03-10T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:45:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>false alram</title><summary type='text'>there's a small erythematous nodule growing on my nape.so that explains the tingle.moving on.:D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107888167520989190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107888167520989190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/03/false-alram.html' title='false alram'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107830291039287035</id><published>2004-03-03T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:47:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uuuyyy</title><summary type='text'>hey you cutie you! (my definition of cute goes against conventional wisdom) it wont work you know...i know what you're up to.  methinks you're just bored with her (who wouldnt be? she's blah). i strongly advise you not to play with me...im fucked up in the head....just ask around! hehehehebigwiggypiggy! i felt tingle tingles when his fingers brushed up against my nape...eeek! my bad! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107830291039287035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107830291039287035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/03/uuuyyy.html' title='uuuyyy'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107830005261468679</id><published>2004-03-03T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:48:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mraz</title><summary type='text'>knowing only 4 of his songs didnt stop us from watching jason mraz in concert....not when it's for free.but what happens when he's sung 2 out of 4 and you're just lalalalaing along?you fantasize of course....g:  you think they were geeks in high school?me: yup!g:  yeah, but not geek geeksme: yeah...just look at the keyboardist...*keyboardist had the roswell hair and never bothered to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107830005261468679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107830005261468679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/03/mraz.html' title='mraz'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107616604557401791</id><published>2004-02-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:49:01.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>admit it</title><summary type='text'>i've been  the needle and the threadweaving figure eights and circles round your headbut since it's only at your convenience, you'll get nothing from me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107616604557401791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107616604557401791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/02/admit-it.html' title='admit it'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107569517073957113</id><published>2004-02-02T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T12:19:42.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can anyone add:29 points + 41-yard field goal = ?i actually feel dizzy...was holding my breath all throughout the final quarter!  the panthers were really good.  delhomme was unbelievable!  record breaking passes! and all after those sacks and incomplete plays!  so anyway, brady has now proved his worth.  two years back, he was just a second stringer for bledsoe.  now, he can claim that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107569517073957113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107569517073957113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/02/can-anyone-add-29-points-41-yard-field.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107568575586008654</id><published>2004-02-02T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T09:38:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just when i thought that this would be the most boring superbowl ever, those men in thights (yihhaa!) proved me wrong.so going into half time, the patriots led by tommy boy have scored two touchdowns and 2 bonus punts.  but then the other team managed to suck off some of the energy and now have 10 points.but im worried...the other team is playing the....OHMIGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAS THAT HER </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107568575586008654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107568575586008654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/02/just-when-i-thought-that-this-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107492966583757789</id><published>2004-01-24T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T23:50:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my brother's lo cha adventure beeeyoootiful smile, donchathink? lo cha mustve been so tasty...look at how his eyes have gone off center aaawwww he's like a baby....see how he's stuffed everything in his cheeks....cant wait for the next bite oh!what is lo cha, you ask?  lo cha is fried maggots.  comes with beef strips or pork strips, your choice! heeheeheeand we're all inggit. hmp!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107492966583757789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107492966583757789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-brothers-lo-cha-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-10745191437870342</id><published>2004-01-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:40:39.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its superbowl weekend again! (feb.1)and the patriots are going to be in it!  wooohhooo!  its going to be interesting... will he be more confident?  will he run around more?  or will he be like how he was 2 years ago and just stick to unbelievably accurate and precise passes. (in short, conservative) will i keep my eyes glued on him?  yes! he's cute. yum.he=tom bradybut elway's still the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/10745191437870342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/10745191437870342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/its-superbowl-weekend-again-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107451817962190298</id><published>2004-01-19T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:18:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they are needy, clingy and selfish.  nothing comes after the perfunctory how-are-you.  well,  sometimes there is, but quicker than you can go to your second paragraph, the spotlight is back on them.these are the dense parasitesthen there are those who are simply in need of company.  your heart goes out to them and instinctively you want to help.  these are the sweet troubled soulsmost of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107451817962190298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107451817962190298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/they-are-needy-clingy-and-selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107430416396997284</id><published>2004-01-17T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T10:02:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nobody is allowed to say anything about the new template...ROCHELLE   f   FrenchFrench feminine form of ROCCO. Otherwise it could derive from the name of a French city meaning "little rock".note:ROCCO   m   ItalianItalian name derived from the Germanic element hrok meaning "rest". resting little rock...such a name. conjures up images of motion, dynamism and zest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107430416396997284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107430416396997284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/nobody-is-allowed-to-say-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107396096068572715</id><published>2004-01-13T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T10:29:41.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look around your world pretty babyIs it everything you hoped it'd beThe wrong girl the wrong situationThe right time to roll to meRoll to meLook into your heart pretty babyIs it aching with some nameless needIs there something wrong and you can't put your finger on itRight then roll to meAnd I don't think I have ever seen a soul so in despairSo if you want to talk the night through</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107396096068572715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107396096068572715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/look-around-your-world-pretty-baby-is.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107389943309920790</id><published>2004-01-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T17:27:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dodo birds</title><summary type='text'>they're the direct descendants of the dodo birds. i swear to god, they are!  they even have the dumb-look down to pat!  During the first day with them, i kept seeing the dodo birds and their three watermelons! (think ICE AGE movie)  On the second day, i knew i was unfair to the ice age dodo birds, this present day bunch was way worse!  they're plain stupid....and unlike the extinct bird, they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107389943309920790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107389943309920790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/dodo-birds.html' title='dodo birds'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107321370660931982</id><published>2004-01-04T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T18:55:25.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anxiety sunday</title><summary type='text'>my hands are sweaty, there is a gnawing sensation in my chest, and my feet are cold.  all because tomorrow, instead of spending the morning in bed resting after a chaotic family get together, i will be driving to smog-filled, bad traffic mecca ortigas to report for work.id rather eat beef.scratch that!id rather cross the sahara barefoot.(egypt on my mind)****my little bronchioles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107321370660931982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107321370660931982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/anxiety-sunday.html' title='anxiety sunday'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107308562907066453</id><published>2004-01-03T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T07:20:47.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for my koollit little friend...admittedly, i have no idea how it went, but nevertheless...There are three desires that I have found essential in a woman’s heart……Not every woman wants a battle to fight, but every woman wants to be fought for.  Listen to the longing of a woman’s heart :  She wants to be more than noticed --- she wants to be wanted.  She wants to be pursued….…Every woman </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107308562907066453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107308562907066453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/for-my-koollit-little-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107304724417394431</id><published>2004-01-02T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T20:41:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the new year has sweetly shown me how bad a brain freeze ive been suffering.i agreed to go to enchanted kingdom on the second day of january.  a holiday.  after christmas when everybody has moolah.  crazy. stupid. such a waste of time.but the kids are all psyched up.we try again tom.  EARLY!****halakhak sms of the day:is it true that if u hav no sex 4 a long time your phone locks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107304724417394431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107304724417394431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-year-has-sweetly-shown-me-how-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107277277013948064</id><published>2003-12-30T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T16:31:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from subic...with a TRAFFIC VIOLATION TICKET and an additional remark of "disregarding officer's whistle"yes, the passenger wasnt wearing a seatbelt so i'll pay the P300 fine.  but to put in that i disregarded an officer's whistle?!?!?!? hello?!?!  we were singing our hearts out with adam (of the maroon 5 fame) so we couldnt have possibly heard your whistle, you nitwit!  e sana kinumpay mo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107277277013948064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107277277013948064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2003/12/back-from-subic.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107245729483636686</id><published>2003-12-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T00:48:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><summary type='text'>im such a wimp!spent most of the night deliberately avoiding a particular table which sat two smart, stable, and yes short brothers.  i couldnt wait to get the hi-hello's over with.  went flitting around exchanging nonsense with just about everyone instead.why?because i think i can like one of them. gulp. no, we cannot have that.and so i watched them laugh with my brother...my mom...and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107245729483636686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107245729483636686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-post.html' title=' '/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107241894679239956</id><published>2003-12-26T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T14:09:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas 2003</title><summary type='text'>the days (and nights) leading to this year's 25th of Dec. were good ones.  sleep deprivation and bad i-can-shoot-all-of-you-if-only-i-have-a-gun traffic can all be forgotten when you think of how fun those days were.but i threw a tantrum yesterday.  so the 25th actually sucked.  i should be ashamed, right?  'twas the celebration of God's birth...His birth into our lives...and i was being a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107241894679239956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107241894679239956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-2003.html' title='christmas 2003'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220017.post-107170672544737241</id><published>2003-12-18T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T12:49:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whodunnit</title><summary type='text'>someone deleted my blog.i curse you with a thousand plantar warts (imagine the pain!  and im not giving you DUOFILM, no!) and an overactive set of auxillary sweat glands (and no DRICLOR either!) (go check out those stiefel products, they're simply the best!)  ****this is the edited version.  first entry was more graphic and violent but since im trying to be good....****my archive's gone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107170672544737241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220017/posts/default/107170672544737241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytoes.blogspot.com/2003/12/whodunnit.html' title='whodunnit'/><author><name>rochelle</name><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></entry></feed>
