<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2417371244157001645</id><updated>2026-06-23T00:55:16.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to Riz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-4221270244322237936</id><published>2012-06-23T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-23T17:05:24.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>What would it take you to live your life to the fullest? The past? Encouragement from love ones? Success? Dr. Oz? &amp;nbsp;Jay Kubassek?&lt;br /&gt;
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I think a lot of things motivate a person. A person may say, they are not motivated. But deep inside, the fact that they are acknowledging that they are unhappy, is motivation enough to think of the reasons why. Which may result to finding ways to make them happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been through a lot of ups and down in my life. It made my life exciting. I would be dead bored if my life was a Flatliner. If anything, when I was down, I had hopes that I have nowhere to go to but &quot;up&quot;. I am thankful that my family and friends never gave up on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am at a point in my life now that I would never thought I would get to. I am happy the way things are going. Full of love, full of life, appreciative, but most of all,&amp;nbsp;very motivated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think everyone should find what motivates them and use it to the fullest. Trust me, it&#39;s worth every shot!&lt;/div&gt;
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My dog went to obedience class when he was a puppy. One of the commands that he learned was &quot;Leave it&quot;. I know it only works for dogs, but there should be an inner voice in us that tells us to &quot;leave it&quot; when your instinct tells you to leave it alone, or ignore. &lt;br /&gt;
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There are a few things that happen in our lives that we really need to rely on signs, instinct or even advice from friends if we are suppose to believe, accept, do, or whatever it may be. It maybe a new job, shopping, friendship or even a relationship. Don&#39;t look at the obvious, dig deeper. Don&#39;t get excited about it right away, because, chances are, it&#39;s all superficial. At the end of the day, it&#39;s yourself that you will be kicking for falling for something that wasn&#39;t true to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;
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A simple dinner, a simple conversation, or sometimes, just sitting and not even talking. They say, &quot;You say it best when you say nothing at all.&quot;&amp;nbsp; You can even just stare at your feet, or shoes. And maybe laugh about it. You&#39;ll be surprised, it does feel good. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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As long as you are being true to yourself. Because in the end, who are you fooling?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5219480608181234778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/simplest-things-can-make-you-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/5219480608181234778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/5219480608181234778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/simplest-things-can-make-you-really.html' title='The simplest things can make you really happy'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2EBeGER9x1IdjaZ5tNhKhcm9_QmsDOFWlMXcUcSVkZugqZfMAzczx8YXlFwURB9u8h3J_LZTsw9Xpy0i54uN_pTAfs3y09MMpMNfL968NWZDn4CEO0kOKJZUl5rc5Ks_EbkBQ3cT-pVe/s72-c/DSCN0289.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-4668639374696845690</id><published>2011-06-13T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:29:50.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When he closes a door</title><content type='html'>They say he opens a window.&amp;nbsp; For me, he didn&#39;t open a window, he opened a garage door. Okay I am exaggerating. But for real! When someone is patient because of the many failures that happened in her life, I think at one point she will be rewarded because she has been through so many challenges. Mr. B told me that if it doesn&#39;t flow naturally, leave it alone. Although I didn&#39;t listen to him at first, I had it at the back of my mind. Obviously, as my earlier blogs indicated, I woke up and smell the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very thankful that the recent chapter of my life ended so fast. It was very unpleasant. Worse that I can ever imagine. But when you have hit so low, you can most definitely appreciate the next chapter so much. You can breathe a fresher air. You can smell victory. You can say for sure you won. Hey, you are experiencing a better scenario, looking at a better view (you can take that literally), and cherishing better memories. What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;
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And what you may ask am I doing right now? I am taking it all in. With a smile of course. It may not be the perfect life, but perfect for me. Somebody up there must love me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4668639374696845690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-he-closes-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/4668639374696845690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/4668639374696845690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-he-closes-door.html' title='When he closes a door'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-7240116383600468187</id><published>2011-06-11T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:13:18.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, it is not the wine.</title><content type='html'>What drives a conversation during dinner? I believe it is the personality of the people at that table. The personality that draws you closer to the person, as a friend or any other way. It is what makes you realize how lucky you are to have that person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I had dinner with a friend that just got back in town. I haven&#39;t seen him for almost a month. I missed him. But we have been in touch with each other every day. He has a habit of teasing me. His messages make me smile. But there is something different with actual conversations. Conversations that are about a lot of things. Conversations about food, travel, work, the past, or just about anything. Conversations about loving life! I was drawn so much in the conversation because I felt it was genuine, profound and refreshing. I was drawn so much that I didn&#39;t even notice that I was actually drinking a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, you have conversations with people that doesn&#39;t really affect you. Conversations that doesn&#39;t make you long for more. And maybe conversations that lack credibility. Conversations that make you say in your mind, &quot;when will this be over?&quot;. But nobody is perfect. Some people can have more depth than others.&lt;br /&gt;
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But one thing for sure, when you find a person that makes you long for more conversations with them, make that known to that person. I am sure they will appreciate it. And no it&#39;s not the wine.&lt;br /&gt;
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First line of business: Cherish people who care for you. Appreciate what they do for you. It&#39;s a full cycle. Don&#39;t you think so?&lt;br /&gt;
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I got this gift on memorial day from a special friend. I appreciate this person very much. I show that I care. And we both brighten our days. At the end of the day, everybody is happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that&#39;s taking care of business!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/233545694673585493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-care-of-business.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/233545694673585493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/233545694673585493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-care-of-business.html' title='Taking care of business'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqh6Spw0iOQSx62zSMdxcvy13trEe_UAlY8mKclV51IUFxlHSs5BYnjcG4r4ShFOfb5Y-KB1htiTb-aBgt38zN0j61wJk_1tAx3XaTsu6KZmFd9xcQyjve6-HDk-oe_lA4NvDAfLplkGB/s72-c/DSCN0244.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-3946350730816072392</id><published>2011-06-05T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T10:20:41.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess the two go hand in hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAy4ZR4OwyypDOHYmqYs4humLbA8aMGi9xliu9ohydd_8yOaP5txlS5JY0ODJwT9A7O83KF1cP5q4mNzX34YqLaCR463NJcpdDYSuu1wCbPkRaTvLkBVKy1aGZQ8UzqbrM40CiKzAq1_9/s1600/photo-731775.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAy4ZR4OwyypDOHYmqYs4humLbA8aMGi9xliu9ohydd_8yOaP5txlS5JY0ODJwT9A7O83KF1cP5q4mNzX34YqLaCR463NJcpdDYSuu1wCbPkRaTvLkBVKy1aGZQ8UzqbrM40CiKzAq1_9/s320/photo-731775.JPG&quot;  border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614785974943217410&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got the bottle as another gift last night before heading out to dinner. I am new to wine drinking, I admit. I only got my wine glass a few weeks ago. When I got home, I had to see if I even have a cork screw. Well, what do you know, I have one. Good start!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3946350730816072392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-guess-two-go-hand-in-hand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/3946350730816072392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/3946350730816072392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-guess-two-go-hand-in-hand.html' title='I guess the two go hand in hand'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAy4ZR4OwyypDOHYmqYs4humLbA8aMGi9xliu9ohydd_8yOaP5txlS5JY0ODJwT9A7O83KF1cP5q4mNzX34YqLaCR463NJcpdDYSuu1wCbPkRaTvLkBVKy1aGZQ8UzqbrM40CiKzAq1_9/s72-c/photo-731775.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-4485378451199400812</id><published>2011-05-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T02:32:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you wonder if you can believe a person. And yes, you have to give them the benefit of the doubt. But at what point do you throw in the towel and say it&#39; not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll tell you what, in my opinion, it is when people are not making sense anymore. It is when lies are created on top of another. It&#39;s when you hear a person tell you his lies to his other half. It&#39;s when people can&#39;t get their story straight. When all conversations don&#39;t seem real anymore.  When you realize that it was all a joke and everything shouldn&#39;t have happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in all of these, all you need to do is find something good in this bad situation. Think of the good times over the bad times. And you will recover from disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Think good thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What if there are none?&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s okay, it was fun while it lasted.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4485378451199400812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-can-i-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/4485378451199400812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/4485378451199400812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say?'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0GkrRCURF72YraHHvbV1ILFhYhM7ZKCy9rFwi0p4cJwSuse9LHWDWxSu_D9L1bDhpT8fnxNqJhVpEA8gABC1Hu0i17h_2MAPDYhiwKRpG46pUoIJHY5Rte1c_uPCnxG1yfuLBpBpkZJt/s72-c/Think-Good-Thoughts3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-4685431780745766690</id><published>2011-05-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:08:48.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It only happens on TV ... ... ...</title><content type='html'>Does it? No.... I am positive. I look around and I see it happen. And it inspires me. &lt;br /&gt;
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One of my favorite characters on TV said this:&lt;br /&gt;
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-Meredith Grey : &quot;You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in  fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince  charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at  night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the  Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but  eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale  disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the  thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone  has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes  and it will come true.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A beautiful place isn&#39;t it? &lt;/div&gt;Fairy tales do come true, It just won&#39;t happen at this moment of my life. But you know what? I don&#39;t mind at all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Because as of now, I am just smelling the coffee (after waking up).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4685431780745766690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-only-happens-on-tv.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/4685431780745766690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/4685431780745766690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-only-happens-on-tv.html' title='It only happens on TV ... ... ...'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55PQOzEtoFJCWZ7bkM-W0F1O8B8qZ5oKm_3HAW-euhfEhhOretDxEiQzK2apr34e7sXc5ILMuc5ZlmPNwbj6Jn_PX5iaSGtSgW_0Rw6Thnkgzbck5UvWzZXA4X0RGvl6ZaUJfT1fzRqqh/s72-c/fairy+tale.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-8557540373964093703</id><published>2011-05-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:21:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds like a plan!</title><content type='html'>Somebody told me last night that if you make up your mind to create a new path for your life is a plan itself. I thought I didn&#39;t have enough drive in me. But I guess I needed a slight nudge. I needed to be reminded about my trials and tribulations. I am making up my mind, and it is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I should start with my bucket list, a good friend said. But for me, I should start with just figuring out where to go from here, am I staying or going? Who should I go with?&lt;br /&gt;
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They say it&#39;s not the destination, it&#39;s the journey. I want to have a smooth journey in life. Especially in the next chapter of my life. I don&#39;t want to have to walk on egg shells. I try to stay in the middle, aggressive but mindful. I don&#39;t want to worry about who knows what, or who will say what. Because at the same token, once I know what I am doing is right, I wouldn&#39;t give a damn what others think. I guess that what got me where I am right now in my life. I am a very determined person. I could really write a book about what I have been through (maybe I will, once I get to my next destination).&lt;br /&gt;
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The fact that I made up my mind to make some changes is already a plan. For others, it doesn&#39;t make sense, but for me, party on! It&#39;s a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am guilty myself of hanging on to a fantasy. Something I know I can&#39;t have. And yet, I keep on telling myself, hang on, things will change. Even though, I know it&#39;s a shot in the moon. I am blinded by a little smile, when I know it&#39;s only temporary. I need to examine the picture. A picture that will never change.&amp;nbsp; A picture that I know, I can&#39;t compete with. I can&#39;t keep on imagining the &quot;what if&#39;s&quot;. I need to stop dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;
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The question is, how do you get out of the useless dream? What would it take?&amp;nbsp; A prayer? A genuine friend to tell you the truth? No matter what, it is only ourselves who can&amp;nbsp; get  us out of this rut. It is us who has to have the courage. It is us who  has to accept the reality, and decide what do we want to do about it. &lt;br /&gt;
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If I only step back and look at my life, I am doing all right. I don&#39;t need the icing on the cake. I can live with &quot;just&quot; the cake. I really don&#39;t have to bother to wish for something I don&#39;t need. I am alive, aren&#39;t I? A year ago, I didn&#39;t know if I can even get out of bed. But look at me, I am healthy, I have a lot of friends. I have a family. My life isn&#39;t perfect, but it is perfect for me. I have done a lot of things that I know I can be proud of. I have lived  with less, so I don&#39;t need the extras. I am happy with who I am, not  with what I can&#39;t be.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now that I am awake, all I need to do is just smell the coffee and enjoy it. I believe I can. It&#39;s an easy task. &lt;br /&gt;
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And yes, I am genuinely happy!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/368275529433208444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-do-you-wake-up-and-smell-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/368275529433208444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/368275529433208444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-do-you-wake-up-and-smell-coffee.html' title='How do you wake up and smell the coffee?'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsQZfy9eNgaR2oPcCENo8MxnwemQzRTZLPX7vwtq9DQpOxG5cCqi9T138OheVcgHnHba0_g1PLDEfrVQSx9Zd7oGSWYNsPWHi2I7i_lFxTpml9Z85KmLjsX2RGerUOdpIRyKKFOJgx5jU/s72-c/coffee.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-4788158097544071187</id><published>2011-04-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:33:25.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s been a long time.</title><content type='html'>I must admit that I have been truly busy to even sit down and write again. But I realized that everyone needs to take a break, sit down and smell the coffee, in my case, my white mocha.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know, it&#39;s 2011, so I should have at least one post to welcome the New Year. 2010 has been an interesting year. A lot of good things happened along with forgettable things (people). So my first blog of the year would be to summarize the past year and forecast the new.&lt;br /&gt;
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First and foremost, a lot of my friends know I got sick at the beginning of the year. I thank all of the people that helped me through that ordeal, my kids, my parents,  my good friend Robert, and all my Facebook friends, special mention to Jinggay and Malou. I got back to work middle of March. It was a big adjustment for me having bedridden for 3 months. I had to work extra hard when I got back because I was under pressure to make my goals. I was challenged to prove myself that I can do it to get to the next step. I am proud that I made it. &lt;br /&gt;
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This year was also bitter sweet for me. My eldest son has moved out and went back to his birthplace. We miss him terribly, but I know that I raised him well and that he will be great in his own way. No matter what, we will always be proud of him. He is always welcome to come back and we will accept him with open arms. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was also in a forgettable 4 month relationship that I was thankful that I have ended. A lifetime of misery would have been inevitable if I stayed with that person. But as the higher being says all the time, if he closes a door, he opens a window (although another door would have been more comfortable, ha ha ha). But wait, a door wasn&#39;t closed on me, I shut it myself, for I no longer want to witness all the worms that are coming out of that horrendous can. :-)&amp;nbsp; Come on, do I need all the drama that came with him?&lt;br /&gt;
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I also got close to my good friend and her family. They make life here in Elk Grove quite the interesting one that I am beginning to love. I also learned how to drink wine because of them. Although they can&#39;t replace my real family in the Bay area, they seem to help me not to miss the real one much. Nothing wrong with that, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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I also discovered later last year that if you pay close attention, you will discover a treasure just waiting to be polished. I gained a best friend. Someone who makes me happy. Someone who is very understanding that the life of a single mom is very complicated. Someone who takes a back seat when needed. Someone who has an opinion but let&#39;s me be the driver when it comes to raising my kids. Someone who practices what he preaches. Someone who makes true to his words (not a flake). But in the midst of all of these good things, someone who reminds me that nobody is perfect, including me ..... and him, and of course, we just have to work on fighting for what we believe in. We will be friends for a long time, I know, for sure. No pressure. No arguments. &lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s the past....so what&#39;s the forecast?&amp;nbsp; No Drama, No Dorks hanging around, No Double standards and No hypocrisy..... in other words......Happy life ahead of me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4788158097544071187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/4788158097544071187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/4788158097544071187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&#39;s been a long time.'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-9097677773153898282</id><published>2010-05-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:45:28.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A party that they all deserved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWK_utAvKcRRYukAo3mnvPBFjdtI11ZiCvBC1oANhHjjkp5tFcF9_PHItLKBwMmkv804B4kMCYu8UREm1N7NUDfiVhht6vYOtLmZCTd7r4byUQ9H9QXhwn1kma9fN53JfW-a53khSBDYxI/s1600/party.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWK_utAvKcRRYukAo3mnvPBFjdtI11ZiCvBC1oANhHjjkp5tFcF9_PHItLKBwMmkv804B4kMCYu8UREm1N7NUDfiVhht6vYOtLmZCTd7r4byUQ9H9QXhwn1kma9fN53JfW-a53khSBDYxI/s320/party.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;It’s not everyday that a mother gets to plan an important party for her children.&amp;nbsp; I mean this one has to happen. How often does it happen that you have a kid that graduates High School, a kid that graduates Junior High and a daughter that turns into a teenager? &amp;nbsp;All in one week? Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Yes, you can say that again!&amp;nbsp; This week has been so busy with preparations. It has to be a party that would cater to all the needs of these three important kids.&amp;nbsp; All of them deserve this effort that I am making to celebrate a milestone in their life. I am lucky that my family and friends are all contributing to this event. Family is driving from the Bay Area with trays of food. Friends are volunteering to help in set up and even my kids’ friends are bringing food. Most importantly, co-workers are showing their support in giving me time off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Can we get any luckier?&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for that. I don’t take that for granted. When you are showered with blessings like that, you just don’t let that go by unappreciated. So to all my family and friends, Thank you in advance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But now, I have to get back to work. &amp;nbsp;There’s menu to plan, decorations to design and invitations to send. Then next week, there’s more work. But it is all worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Till next time, my friends!!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/9097677773153898282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/05/party-that-they-all-deserve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/9097677773153898282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/9097677773153898282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/05/party-that-they-all-deserve.html' title='A party that they all deserved!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWK_utAvKcRRYukAo3mnvPBFjdtI11ZiCvBC1oANhHjjkp5tFcF9_PHItLKBwMmkv804B4kMCYu8UREm1N7NUDfiVhht6vYOtLmZCTd7r4byUQ9H9QXhwn1kma9fN53JfW-a53khSBDYxI/s72-c/party.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-7889908289174151276</id><published>2010-04-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:56:53.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is contagious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ocyxFXoQ8Q_dz1kVkJWl9z09WavMzc6JmRArPhQWk0pPAZUf6SuX41fJNY_IsdzpiaFvkAPiRJ_dzXmZKw6j0wZUzMagx9VuTrXZfZqyTAf7UkP17ITReQFiW5YMmzDOjONDaMKzGQvK/s1600/radioactive-happiness-face.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ocyxFXoQ8Q_dz1kVkJWl9z09WavMzc6JmRArPhQWk0pPAZUf6SuX41fJNY_IsdzpiaFvkAPiRJ_dzXmZKw6j0wZUzMagx9VuTrXZfZqyTAf7UkP17ITReQFiW5YMmzDOjONDaMKzGQvK/s320/radioactive-happiness-face.gif&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, Happiness is contagious. Someone close to my heart said that to me one morning. And I believe him. Everyone deserves to be happy. We should &amp;nbsp;wish everybody their happiness, even the ones that wronged you. Dwelling on the past just gives you stress. Life is too short. Cherish every opportunity to be happy. And when you&#39;re happy, smile at the person next to you. Who knows, it might be just what they need to brighten their day.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am at a point in my life that nothing else matters other than my family, my love one, and a job that I really love. Everything that happened to me (good or bad) in the past has taught me to be a stronger person. I wake up everyday with a smile and say to myself, I am truly lucky.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, if you feel lucky, smile!&lt;br /&gt;
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Till next time my friends....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7889908289174151276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiness-is-contagious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/7889908289174151276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/7889908289174151276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiness-is-contagious.html' title='Happiness is contagious'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ocyxFXoQ8Q_dz1kVkJWl9z09WavMzc6JmRArPhQWk0pPAZUf6SuX41fJNY_IsdzpiaFvkAPiRJ_dzXmZKw6j0wZUzMagx9VuTrXZfZqyTAf7UkP17ITReQFiW5YMmzDOjONDaMKzGQvK/s72-c/radioactive-happiness-face.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-2082261138927658508</id><published>2010-04-03T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:36:45.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They grow up so fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I can’t deny it, she is growing up so fast, that I wish she was still this young little girl that everyone teases for having those big cheeks. Being a teenager, she is at that age that would rather hang out with her friends that hang out with her mom. Puberty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So I am very happy that this Spring Vacation, the boys will be busy at my cousin’s house, obviously playing Xbox 360 Elite all day. That means it will be just me and her at our Cesar’s Palace Hotel room for 3 days. It’s my time to catch up with what’s new, without any interruption by the two goofballs we call TJ and Jeremy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;On our first evening, we had an informal dinner at the Cypress Street Marketplace. Without a doubt, I knew she was going for the burger joint. I know her too well. I on the other hand just had a Philadelphia Roll, and she also knew that’s what I was going for, something Japanese. What was touching was that she knew that I didn’t want to spend a lot of time eating that night, as I was tired from the drive to Vegas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;On our first morning, we took a walk inside the isolated Forum Shops (pre-opening). It’s sort of our exercise for the day. Our legs getting the stretch it needed, and our eyes feasting on the goodies we can see on the window. Then as if our minds were talking to each other, we both said, “Breakfast at Jean Philippe’s”. What a treat! When we got there, I knew she was going for the Crepe, of course with Nutella. Very French!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The next day was filled with a lot of walking and sightseeing. She chose to go on the &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Eiffel&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ride, as she was very impressed by the design of the Paris Hotel. We also had Pinks Hotdogs (to my surprise didn’t have any long line). She wanted to see the Bellagio Fountain show from the ground, to compare it with how she saw it from the Eiffel Tower viewing deck. She is very observant, I noticed. Not a bad trait, I thought. She was very much happy that the day went well, and said she wants to go back to the room now and enjoy the view from our hotel room window. Little did she know, I was much happier for having the pleasure of spending it with her. That’s a rarity these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So for you moms out there, take advantage of the time that your daughters are young. Someday, you will wish that they are still the babies that you used to hug (or allow you to hug them in public, LOL!). They grow up so fast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2082261138927658508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/04/they-grow-up-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/2082261138927658508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/2082261138927658508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/04/they-grow-up-so-fast.html' title='They grow up so fast!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtvlaUbq6vpyaTLTsGhBhhAvDAU3p6LEQEdahU5uvMU1gQO8mdGUSpOLl40zQR4JFKRXhtnRlR7nmrIPKPGXsFKRNlX3XPn6W6FT-UJ9G4hTefgqEBLI_91b8WWg2fFKpDZRUmJcnQmQ8/s72-c/DSC_0154.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-6807201718491573410</id><published>2010-03-20T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:58:37.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m back!!!!  Well, almost!</title><content type='html'>I can&#39;t believe how long it has been since my last post. I even had to remember what my password is to get in here. My friends have been wondering what happened to me. For starters, I had to get healthy for a medical procedure that was re-scheduled due to my blood pressure shooting up hours before the procedure. What can I say, it&#39;s not everyday that someone will inject something in my spine and be expected not to move. I wasn&#39;t even allowed to go out during Valentine&#39;s day so my cold doesn&#39;t get worst a few days before the procedure. My Anesthesiologist said the last time, I can&#39;t even be coughing nor sniffling, because that can cause a sudden movement on my part. Geez!! At least now, I believe in the saying &quot;Better late than never&quot; because my guy really made up for it. Although we celebrated with a &quot;dinner in bed&quot; and amazing gifts (a pair of 1 Karat each Princess cut diamond earring, and Cruise tickets to Carnival Cruise to Puerto Vallarta/Cabo/Mazatlan in August) a week late, it was all worth it. He didn&#39;t even mind that I was in my jammies, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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But at least &amp;nbsp;the pain is almost gone now. I am on my way to recovery. I went back to work two weeks ago. They have been very understanding that I need to take it easy. They evaluated my desk and made sure it was ergonomic. I am always forced to take a break. I am lucky to work with good people. They said I can take much time as I want, relative to PT and doctor&#39;s follow up visits.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in a few weeks, you will hear more about me. There will be more restaurants to visit. There will be more shopping to do. There will be more random posts here......just because....&lt;br /&gt;
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So till next time my friends.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6807201718491573410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-well-almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/6807201718491573410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/6807201718491573410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-well-almost.html' title='I&#39;m back!!!!  Well, almost!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-1620761888708069700</id><published>2010-02-09T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:43:44.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to make some changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I have been slowly adapting to my situation. I have to get use to the idea that kids are so independent that I can’t rely on them to always come with me whenever I want them to. Well, with the exception of TJ as he always want to be able to drive my MDX. I guess he wants to get used to it knowing he is getting it this summer. He can’t wait to get rid of his pick up truck. But with TJ in school for the most part of the day, I need to be able to do my errands by myself, if at all possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;This morning, I had to pick up medications needed for the surgery next week. I also had to drop off microchip information for Cotton because City of Elk Grove neglected to ask for it when they visited last December. I don’t want to pay a citation. The drive was nice. I know I can drive up to about 5 – 6 miles. It was a relief to finally gain back my independence. TJ have been insisting on driving me everywhere because of my situation. With my medications now down to something manageable, i.e. enough for pain relief for an hour or two and not making me super drowsy, I am able to do some minor things on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I also have to make sure that I am eating at a regular pace. Medication without food is bad. I am loosing weight even though I have been home for more than a month. My regular shipment of clothes, the latest one was absolutely adoring, a &quot;Silk Tie Sleeve Chemise&quot;, &amp;nbsp;from my favorite store had to be exchanged, as I am down to Extra Small.&amp;nbsp;Does anyone need some clothes from White House Black Market (sized small)? This alarmed my mother as she also has the same contact (a fashion consultant from a Bay area branch that knows our style and size and sends me an item from their latest catalogue) and the weight loss information was obviously passed on. Hmmmmmm. Maybe she saw the shipping manifest, I don’t know. I guess she has the right to know as she pays for the clothes (part of an allowance for both siblings) and shipping cost. But I do wonder why they still bother sending me clothes as I haven’t been out lately because of my sickness, so the clothes keep on pilling up. But my mom said, that’s the least of her concerns. She is worried about me, if I am eating enough. My simple answer was, “Yes, and you can count on your spy (TJ) to tell you also if I am not. But thank you for the February shipment.”&amp;nbsp; LOL!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;‘Till next time my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1620761888708069700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-to-make-some-changes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/1620761888708069700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/1620761888708069700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-to-make-some-changes.html' title='Need to make some changes'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIA4rCxXXI1Fwr6sYqZuDST6EIJJCyPM1-CHPDGNJEU39A9b0K4SXGcFjlb_f_VevR1C47_v3F-F7COW7owCwkY3EH7j8KTs8mZhwzRPceFy5ZwDRU7AJBWARktMVXG9ZMm3euUFEYU7l/s72-c/560000467_011_normal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-1595078359946795853</id><published>2010-01-27T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T00:44:12.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A kid steps up to the plate...</title><content type='html'>As a single mom, I couldn’t be any happier about how my kids grew up, most especially TJ. Sometimes, when the situation calls for it, a kid can step up to the plate. There were several occasions&amp;nbsp;where TJ&amp;nbsp;has shown&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;that. He has grown into a mature man faster than any son of a single mom. Sometimes, I wonder if that was bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know how I first knew that it was good for us? In June 2000, &lt;strong&gt;when he was only 8&lt;/strong&gt;, somehow, due to an oversight by the lawyers of my then employer Young &amp;amp; Rubicam Advertising, we got stranded in Vancouver, Canada with only one day’s worth of clothes. Jeremy was only 4 years old and Katrina was only 2. We took a flight from San Francisco to my aunt in Seattle and took a train to Vancouver with the intention of returning that same day, for the purpose of crossing the border officially as a J-1 visa holder. To our surprise, we were told my border officials that we had to present that document to an Embassy and stamp our Passports. So we had to check in to a hotel that afternoon, and hope that it would be an easy task for us the next day. I was quite worried that my kids would be frazzled with all the taxi cab ride, the last minute shopping for pajamas, toiletries, and next day clothes and finding the closest hotel to the embassy. What amazed me was that without me coaching him, he told his siblings, “Please be quite, Jeremy and Katrina, I think mom, is already getting stressed. We need to make her relax.” I was so touched, I actually ended up crying &lt;strong&gt;(tears of joy)&lt;/strong&gt; and hugging him. He might not remember this, but when&amp;nbsp;I decided to just skip Seattle and fly from Vancouver to San Francisco, due to all this mix-up, he told me to take a nap during the flight and that he would take care of his sibblings. &lt;br /&gt;
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TJ was very resilient with all the changes in our lives. Our move to California from Toronto was the start of it. He adapted well to having Michael as a step father for five years, and never once has shown any disrespect or animosity towards him during the divorce. He also paid attention more to the bright side with our move to Elk Grove, even though he was going to loose a ton of friends in Fremont. At 17 years old, he took charge of all the moving, electronics and computer set up of all four bedrooms and renovations. It took us four months to settle in to the house with renovations and all and every weekend he would have a project to complete. Renovation workers (his father’s employees), delivery guys, landscapers would come and go and I didn’t even have to check up on them. &lt;strong&gt;He says he has it all under control.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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To my surprise last year, he took an interest into cooking. Not a lot of teenagers would have that kind of interest. I got a little inside information from his brother that it was because TJ plans to get into a &lt;strong&gt;Culinary&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt; because his girlfriend (then) wants to be a pastry chef. Hmmmmm. Okay!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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When I couldn’t be home on time, he would send me a text message if I wanted him to start preparing (that includes rinsing and&amp;nbsp;dicing) the ingredients for the meal for the evening, so I only have to&amp;nbsp;do the actual cooking when I get home. He also took on the responsibility of grocery shopping lately, now that he has his own truck. I would transfer money to his account during the day and he would grocery shop based on the meal that I&amp;nbsp;have planned for the week and he also knows the staple food that we need to get. Lately, he would not only ask me what he needs to prepare for the meal, but he would take on to himself in cooking the actual dish by simply remembering what I did previously. If there would be a little uncertainty, he would just send me a text message to clarify. How many 18 year old kids know how to cook Beef Stew, Adobo, Roasted Chicken, Korean Glass Noodle, and so many more? I am simply amazed!&lt;br /&gt;
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Don’t get him wrong, don’t think he has nothing better to do or he has no friends at all to hangout with. There would be times when all 7 to 15 of his “well behaved” friends would be in my family room playing games or watching dvd’s. I know all of them, and they all come from decent families. All of them call me “Mom”. When TJ told them I would not be having a birthday party for him last December, they (25 of them) came over, complete with about 15 pizza boxes and 10 2-litter sodas, and movies. They just love him. And I love them, too. Maybe my son is just unique.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a single mom, I couldn’t be any prouder of how he has matured. There was one time when I asked him if being the eldest child of a one-parent family was too much pressure for him. His immediate response was, “No, it taught me to be a better man and I know it will come in handy in the future.” I had to turn my face away for a second to hide my tears. It’s a realization that I didn’t do bad at all. I really didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;
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And even as I am writing this post, I can’t help but be teary-eyed. What can I say? I am happy. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Cotton, a Bichon Frise, was flown in all the way from South Dakota. When I saw his picture on line, oh those cute eyes, I knew I had to buy him. The minute I picked him up from San Jose Airport he bonded with me like I was his mommy. He lay on my lap, while I was driving, all the way home. The kids were ecstatic when they saw this &lt;strong&gt;white fluffy puppy&lt;/strong&gt; (hence the name, Cotton), in my arms when they got home from school one day. He is now 3 ½ years old and still very loving to all of us. He also been receptive to the new addition (the feisty little one) two months after he came to our lives . You can tell that the kids love him so much because when we needed to pay 500 dollars for x-rays at a&amp;nbsp;Vet because he was crying of pain, the kids promised to eat &lt;strong&gt;Mac &amp;amp; Cheese&lt;/strong&gt; for a whole month so that we can figure out what was wrong with him and make him better. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Candy, yes she is the feisty one, is a Maltipoo. She&amp;nbsp;was bought&amp;nbsp;from a breeder&amp;nbsp;in Hayward&amp;nbsp;and was a gift from my mom&amp;nbsp;to Katrina&amp;nbsp;when she&amp;nbsp;got on the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;honor roll&lt;/strong&gt; on her first 2nd grade report card. Although&amp;nbsp;Candy&#39;s purchase was out of timing, 4 days before a Thanksgiving trip to Hawaii, she was very much welcomed as soon as she was brought home. In&amp;nbsp;fact the kids didn&#39;t even want&amp;nbsp;to go on the trip anymore. &amp;nbsp;We also almost lost her, as&amp;nbsp;the day before the trip, she came down with Giardia. We were lucky that my husband then was not coming with us because of a&amp;nbsp;Database project that was supposed to be launched that week. He ended up taking care of her and&amp;nbsp; staying with her more than the project that he was managing. She&amp;nbsp;is &lt;strong&gt;one tough cookie&lt;/strong&gt;. After 3 days of being hospitalized, she was back to her cute and bubbly self when we got back from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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These two dogs have been helpful to me now that I have been staying home sick. They cheer me up, cuddle with me in bed (Candy has the say where Cotton lays down, lol!) and accompany me when I need to get out of bed. They have been sensitive to my condition that they actually wait for the kids to get home from school before&amp;nbsp;wanting to go out and do their business. Smart, huh? In turn, I try to squeeze in some &lt;strong&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/strong&gt; shows on TV for their enjoyment. In reality, just being there when I needed to see&amp;nbsp;those puppy eyes&amp;nbsp;is enough for me. I can’t imagine a day without them. They are family. That’s why when people ask me how many kids I have, I actually say I have 5 wonderful kids. And &lt;strong&gt;THEY ALL&lt;/strong&gt; make me smile!!!!!&amp;nbsp; The greatest gift a mom can ever have...&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Till next time my friends!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3553421513071189901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/they-make-me-smile-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/3553421513071189901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/3553421513071189901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/they-make-me-smile-too.html' title='They make me smile, too!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCiCEudyjqazkdfuNzaKGxoyqnwQBBrYU8Ey3B9jvp47RW-upXveVh89JU_4g6-XzBCtgnydLUr13CjNZRTm-S9Xaq9eOizaULM-YsQ_lxG93zG2HqtQ2KZpJWNQOkOUjFd_flbPwslDx/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-6202615293167187397</id><published>2010-01-18T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:50:51.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reunion to remember!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am sure some of my classmates are waiting for this post. I do apologize for this being late, I have a lot of things to do…..Not!!!! Seriously, the delay is due to me making sure I can do justice in documenting this remarkable event. &lt;br /&gt;
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I needed to make sure the right pictures were selected. But, people, there were &lt;strong&gt;14 cameras flashing&lt;/strong&gt;, so I had to preview all of those to make sure that all &lt;strong&gt;14 beauties&lt;/strong&gt; are captured. Inspite of my current conditions, with the help of my bestfriend, Tylenol #3, it was an afternoon worth remembering. We laughed, we cried (well, mostly Caroline), we ate and we drank (non-alcoholic drinks, please, you wouldn’t find any pictures of us here hugging the seat inside a restroom, lol! &lt;em&gt;I have seen enough pictures of those on line in the past few days!&lt;/em&gt;) As you can see all 14 of us aged gracefully. &lt;br /&gt;
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And who can forget about the venue? Intramuros was the right choice. Kudos to the one who suggested that. Was it Myda or Myla? Not only were we able to reminisce about our high school days, the ambiance made us feel as if we were back home. Oh, how we miss it!!! The Owner/Manager Barry Picazo was so gracious. He gave us a tour of the entire place. The food was absolutely superb. We ordered Lumpianitas, Beef Ribs Nilaga, Kare-Kare, Crispy Binagoongan over Grilled Eggplant, Sizzling Pork Sisig and Pinakbet. But the dessert simply outstaged the Main Dishes. The presentation looked like it was up for judgement on Iron Chef. We had, Buko Con Seta, Tres Marias and Barako Crème Brulee. Oh my goodness….all to die for!!!! Don&#39;t you agree?&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the day, we went on our own way, thinking, we did the right decision of getting together. It made us even more proud to be a Maryknoller!!!!. &lt;br /&gt;
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Till next time my friends!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6202615293167187397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/reunion-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/6202615293167187397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/6202615293167187397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/reunion-to-remember.html' title='A reunion to remember!!!!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWjM2DUc3dQOzfWrhBV5u0NPAbNR6Dy-MdJJQHsvRjlAC52rmEh3ECY23g7oa-AkRwoZHBSu26YnHPjo3gi34pbLmnjOMg5NrCx7yDqj5n6lbyphWJT87Sy3tUzWqdfwPwAFWcxQzdFoh3/s72-c/Reunion1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-8210296149882817083</id><published>2010-01-18T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:41:19.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Mission!</title><content type='html'>Now why on earth would I be up at 6:45 a.m. on a &lt;strong&gt;non-working day&lt;/strong&gt;? That&#39;s what my boyfriend asked me as well, as he squints while looking at his watch and stares at me in a baffled way, then as if on a mission to go back to sleep again, tucks his head under the duvet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I am on a mission, too. Don&#39;t get me wrong, this will only take 10 minutes. Because, as he said, it&#39;s a holiday, and I would rather sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;
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Till next time my friends!&lt;br /&gt;
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I love my life!!!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8210296149882817083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-mission.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/8210296149882817083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/8210296149882817083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-mission.html' title='On a Mission!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr76mdK-0-SEJ7fd9rBopWWAmlnRjksAAKlsT4FW36viC6G6DrOkVO3MWqSWiiZvb9VeAFiOR9yVg348f_5bSLJPQsXFHVJ8wwjFtGn59pg4PbJBnZOHkp_ycUOr6zGaxJO90lEvhjWOr2/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417371244157001645.post-2020356772052012725</id><published>2010-01-05T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:27:52.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I survive this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtWLrN3YcJkT5pIQCpkPNs9FFpwQ-GGnAZcwqrbgNb8PAJw_KaWwB0fvJ-NMsVWVGP4BmHcpArpALSqqJbSDxXF-J_k3neTHrA2Zls9zNlSjDxCN4_GW03c6qE0wHXeSj49X6ONpFyCz8/s1600-h/P1010577.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtWLrN3YcJkT5pIQCpkPNs9FFpwQ-GGnAZcwqrbgNb8PAJw_KaWwB0fvJ-NMsVWVGP4BmHcpArpALSqqJbSDxXF-J_k3neTHrA2Zls9zNlSjDxCN4_GW03c6qE0wHXeSj49X6ONpFyCz8/s320/P1010577.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423880776254918402&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know an hour in a restaurant, let me re-phrase that, hole in a wall, isn’t that bad.  But if you have   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Cervical Radiculitis”&lt;/strong&gt; like me, that’s a big deal.  What?&lt;br /&gt;“Cervi…WHAT?  &lt;br /&gt;LOL!  Relax, it has nothing to do with my child bearing capabilities. I’ve never had a problem with that and never will.  It has something to do with irregular curvature of my spine (neck area) and my scoliosis. I’ve had it since I was 15 or so. It probably got worst with all those years as a ballerina and a modern jazz choreographer in high school and college dance group.  But rehashing the past is not what this particular blog is all about. I am smiling in my picture, so obviously, we are not talking about a dreadful past. Work with me people, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never look back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about this hole in a wall.  It’s the only one that I would risk going there on a night that I am supposed to be in bed. Now, now, now, I haven’t broken any law, or disregarded any doctor’s orders, and I am certainly entitled to it, since I have been in bed for a week already. I need a break! &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; I need fresh air!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Chili … … …. &lt;em&gt;Does that say it all&lt;/em&gt;?  Remember my blog before this?  I said, “it’s all about the spices!”  These people know their spices. From the minute you enter this “hole”, you know your palette will have a good time with the aroma coming out of the kitchen.  All I can remember from past visits is that particular dish that comes with plantain bananas. But maybe I will try something else this time. A 20 minute wait was all worth it. As soon as I opened the menu, it all came back to me, you won’t be able to make up your mind, because they all look so good.  We settled on Ginger Tilapia with vegetables, mushroom, and of course, plantain banana (okay, I lied, what can I say I have been craving for it), Barbeque Combo (steak and chicken breast) with Satay sauce, and Pad Thai with chicken and shrimp. The server asked us, “steamed rice or Thai fried rice?” I had to think.  I am sure with all these festival of flavors, a plain Jane steamed rice will suffice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG-OjnfQZI2HFDp096Cqf_5-pPx9ZIvfcWU4cgYNFKqiGvlFZudYrl7OfBoz-dpPhidC2TWrSLYl5UryjcwRAM6NnBvGm5njtjClDG49q3YP-ZyOchHcgj6X_7RcU3_Mn68_Y0cSkfsaK/s1600-h/P1010581.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG-OjnfQZI2HFDp096Cqf_5-pPx9ZIvfcWU4cgYNFKqiGvlFZudYrl7OfBoz-dpPhidC2TWrSLYl5UryjcwRAM6NnBvGm5njtjClDG49q3YP-ZyOchHcgj6X_7RcU3_Mn68_Y0cSkfsaK/s320/P1010581.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423531601257735250&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we were right!!!!!   There were enough spices in this meal that really kicked it up a notch, as Mr. Lagase would say. As we dive into it, I quickly glanced at my watch. I have been sitting on my chair for 30 minutes now. I know, I know, I only have half an hour left before I start screaming of pain. So, I said, let’s get cracking here, guys!!!!  From one dish to another, it’s heaven. The Satay sauce was just right. Not very “peanut-y”, if that’s even a word, I guess not. The tilapia was very crispy, amidst the vegetables and the sauce. The Pad Thai was not soggy at all. I was even motivated to order fried bananas with Mango ice cream. I tell you, it was the encore to an ultimate meal. No wonder there is never an empty table at this hole in a wall. They are rakin’ it!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if on timer, at about an hour and six minutes into this heaven, the pain started to come back with a vengeance!!! So that’s the signal….. I need my bed…. But not without swearing that THAI CHILI will always be my “hole in a wall” in this side of town. &lt;strong&gt;AND YES, I DID SURVIVE IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  Isn&#39;t it Obvious? &lt;br /&gt;Till next time, my friends!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2020356772052012725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-survive-this.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/2020356772052012725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417371244157001645/posts/default/2020356772052012725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentoriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-survive-this.html' title='Can I survive this?'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16795576483708141959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGSClhWItvrYtIxEmuHjXfhgVqN2jAwZM3PQ2X6ROgkQ-YsW5EWe3h-FQXra_ZtXb4Z4gLIKnHZqztjsjXg_kh1sV6Nr3b_LzsJHztOQgqrvtJs2qiZXaq-RWVmOWMw/s220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtWLrN3YcJkT5pIQCpkPNs9FFpwQ-GGnAZcwqrbgNb8PAJw_KaWwB0fvJ-NMsVWVGP4BmHcpArpALSqqJbSDxXF-J_k3neTHrA2Zls9zNlSjDxCN4_GW03c6qE0wHXeSj49X6ONpFyCz8/s72-c/P1010577.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>