<?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-3349451</id><updated>2011-10-24T06:41:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diorella.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'>It's All about the Journey, Baby!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DiOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03586017695656586473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/SRm_2fLhWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9bZsU9oxor4/S220/DSC08165.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349451.post-4057620394842099561</id><published>2011-09-09T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:53:13.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>I will not delete this account. No way! But I'm moving to WordPress and start over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3349451-4057620394842099561?l=diorella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/feeds/4057620394842099561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2011/09/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/4057620394842099561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/4057620394842099561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2011/09/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>DiOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03586017695656586473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/SRm_2fLhWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9bZsU9oxor4/S220/DSC08165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349451.post-6868219504398879083</id><published>2011-03-17T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:50:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bohol Trip That Almost Did Not Happen</title><content type='html'>Note: i wrote this waaayyyy back and apparently just saved it as draft. Posting it even though it seems unnecessary now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all our drama back in 2010, our Bohol vacation was moved to February.  We have waited too long for this, but the trip was definitely worth the wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far one of the best beach trips ever and I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the business class seats, nor the amazing Garden View villa at Amorita Resort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/diortuazon/MyBlogPhotos02#5584745015614041714'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/TYEAAKDO7nI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wUVSyTBtZXk/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='200' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my take in fragments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was holding each other's hands while the plane was taking off.  Spending precious quality time in our room. Catching glimpses of G intently reading an iBook, while I was doing nothing and just enjoying the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to conquer my fear of the water and actually learning how to swim a bit.  Oh, and snorkelling!  Wearing snorkelling gear at the pool (fins and all) just to have an idea on the proper way to use it.  Looking weird on the infinity pool was nothing after seeing those underwater creatures.  I never realized how fun it was until I actually tried it.  Learning those things and more from my ever patient G just makes me smile everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G agreeing to get a massage! I know he won't admit it, but I think he enjoyed it too, even for just a bit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/diortuazon/MyBlogPhotos02#5584745030470944610'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/TYEABBZZR2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pdvQD9UgtM4/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='200' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wine!  Despite the iPad being a third wheel (he he he), finishing that bottle under the tree outside beats drinking anytime in Manila.  Fresh air galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won't forget that Loboc River lunch cruise  It felt like Bangkok all over again, only this time, we had a savior, pale pilsen *giggles on my private joke*.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up really early to see the dolphins despite the rain.  Getting wet in the boat with our gadgets all wrapped in ziplocs that are more protected than us.  Attempting to reach that lonely tree in Virgin Island, but the chicken in me kept us from actually reaching it.  Being cold after our early morning snorkelling.  Waiting nervously for G as he enjoys snorkelling in the deep part of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/diortuazon/MyBlogPhotos02#5584745045172046962'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/TYEAB4KaTHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SY0J5CwbZrU/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='200' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these I owe Glenn...  For being the itinerary master, leaving almost no work for me...  For being an awesome companion, as always.  For making me learn so much in one trip...  For not letting go of my hand when I was freaking out in the water... For spoiling me too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I did was bring him marshmallows. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3349451-6868219504398879083?l=diorella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/feeds/6868219504398879083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2011/03/bohol-trip-that-almost-did-not-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/6868219504398879083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/6868219504398879083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2011/03/bohol-trip-that-almost-did-not-happen.html' title='The Bohol Trip That Almost Did Not Happen'/><author><name>DiOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03586017695656586473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/SRm_2fLhWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9bZsU9oxor4/S220/DSC08165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/TYEAAKDO7nI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wUVSyTBtZXk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349451.post-2844981586929456575</id><published>2010-07-20T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:19:44.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Forget Me -- Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something to share ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love this.  It doesn't matter what everybody says it means.  I just love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Forget Me&lt;br /&gt;PABLO NERUDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look&lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch&lt;br /&gt;near the fire&lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats&lt;br /&gt;that sail&lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now,&lt;br /&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me,&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners&lt;br /&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide&lt;br /&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;that on that day,&lt;br /&gt;at that hour,&lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;br /&gt;to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;if each day,&lt;br /&gt;each hour,&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;br /&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower&lt;br /&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;br /&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;without leaving mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3349451-2844981586929456575?l=diorella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/feeds/2844981586929456575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-forget-me-pablo-neruda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/2844981586929456575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/2844981586929456575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-forget-me-pablo-neruda.html' title='If You Forget Me -- Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>DiOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03586017695656586473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/SRm_2fLhWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9bZsU9oxor4/S220/DSC08165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349451.post-5446695833122272314</id><published>2008-11-12T00:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:42:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! It's My Blog From The Past!</title><content type='html'>From years of blogging absence, I am back in an attempt to put my now dulling writing skill to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, this site is empty, I deleted old entries (except for my first ever post) because I'd rather not share what I wrote years ago.  I am that embarrassed.  Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: change your writing style and subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in all fairness, my past self made my present self laugh, but I'd rather not have my future self delete entries of my present and past selves, same as what my present self just did to my past self's posts.  This time maybe I'd be more careful, less personal, and less emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, site is reformatted using stock template.  When I find time, I might even customize this.  But for now, I'll leave it like so and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, question to self is, when will I seriously begin blogging?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3349451-5446695833122272314?l=diorella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/feeds/5446695833122272314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-its-my-blog-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/5446695833122272314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/5446695833122272314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-its-my-blog-from-past.html' title='OMG! It&apos;s My Blog From The Past!'/><author><name>DiOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03586017695656586473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/SRm_2fLhWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9bZsU9oxor4/S220/DSC08165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349451.post-9962868</id><published>2002-02-21T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:41:12.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;First Time.  First Post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  My first ever blog.  So what have I got to say?  Well, welcome to my world.  All of the posts here are written, obviously, by me.  Just go on.  Read on.  I might even make you laugh, cry, or whatever.  Oh yeah, before you go on, I'm warning you, this is centered on  my thoughts and my life --- so it may not be so "spectacular" as i think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, who am i rambling to now?  Geez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3349451-9962868?l=diorella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/feeds/9962868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2002/02/first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/9962868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3349451/posts/default/9962868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diorella.blogspot.com/2002/02/first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>DiOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03586017695656586473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8oQqoBPh7w/SRm_2fLhWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9bZsU9oxor4/S220/DSC08165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
