<?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-2198031110869177652</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:14:26.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFEOLOGY..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-3501505872331465762</id><published>2008-03-21T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:53:30.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mooooovie :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R-RZM_RPqlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ssz0z0J1YZc/s1600-h/world_trade_center_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R-RZM_RPqlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ssz0z0J1YZc/s320/world_trade_center_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180363551059978834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;This is a movie you need to see. As all of the police officers return to the station, they see the TV, and find that one of the massive twin towers of the World Trade Center has been hit by a plane. Sergeant McLoughlin assigns many of the officers to assist in an evacuation attempt of the (still undamaged) South Tower, and they board a commandeered Metropolitan Transit Authority bus.&lt;br /&gt;When they arrive at the site of the World Trade Center, they see many disturbing things, including one of the first victims jumping out of the tower to their death to escape the flames. As Jimeno drops off their police equipment in 5 World Trade Center, officers proceed to get safety equipment and, walk into the concourse of the World Trade Center, between the two towers. The group consists of McLoughlin, Jimeno, Dominick Pezzulo, and Antonio Rodrigues (A-Rod).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wives and families of McLoughlin and Jimeno are gradually introduced, unaware of their husbands' and fathers' fates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McLoughlin realizes that the South Tower is collapsing onto them, and their only chance of survival is to run into the service elevator shaft. Chris trips and doesn't have time to get up. A-Rod isn't able to get to the shaft in time. McLoughlin, Jimeno and Pezzulo manage to escape the huge amounts of dust and rubble flying down from the South Tower. But as the rubble continues to crush the elevator shaft, the three are knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;As the group wake up, Pezzulo realises he can free himself, and manages to go nearer to Jimeno in the rubble, who, along with McLoughlin, have survived the collapse of the South Tower. As Pezzulo gets optimistic that they will live, the rumbling starts up again, as the North Tower is now collapsing as well. Although Jimeno and McLoughlin are unharmed, Pezzulo is fatally wounded and, after firing his gun up through a gap in the rubble to try to alert rescuers to their position, dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jimeno and McLoughlin spend hours under the rubble, luckily two United States Marines, Dave Karnes and Jason Thomas, who are searching for survivors of the tower collapse find Jimeno and McLoughlin and call for help to dig them out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-3501505872331465762?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3501505872331465762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=3501505872331465762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/3501505872331465762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/3501505872331465762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/03/mooooovie.html' title='mooooovie :)'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R-RZM_RPqlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ssz0z0J1YZc/s72-c/world_trade_center_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-2401589055512439386</id><published>2008-03-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:53:30.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R-RYC_RPqkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q1bjafQBuP8/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R-RYC_RPqkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q1bjafQBuP8/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180362279749659202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;making the butterfly ain't easy. you have to be patient. &lt;br /&gt;Usethis butterfly as decorations in your house and even in you room. you can even make your own design in these butterfly. :) do it with different colors, shape and sizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so make one now! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-2401589055512439386?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2401589055512439386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=2401589055512439386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/2401589055512439386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/2401589055512439386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/03/making-butterfly-aint-easy.html' title='butterfly &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R-RYC_RPqkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q1bjafQBuP8/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-726472870483451714</id><published>2008-03-07T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:16:43.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAM.DAY 'o8</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;BORING.ENJOY.NICE.DRAMATIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i would describe that day. hm.. the motorcade was "blegh", it was quiet and pretty boring. no one was cheering and shouting loud. but when we arrived at the tumaga campus, families started to show and finally there was noise and music and PEOPLE.. actually the fun started at around 6 when the games started. i only played tag-of-war, it was really fun because i was with my friends we won the first round but lost in roundtwo and round3 but it was still fun anyway. it was such a woderful night and a bit boring actually. there was also dancing and singing. the band was good and the music was even greater. there was also a fireworks display, it was kinda sad 'cause i wanted to watch it with someone but didn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was great. we went home around 9pm because rain started to pour. when we got home, we talked about what happened that day. i told my family that the motorcade waas boring and they all just laughed. idunno why &gt;&lt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-726472870483451714?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/726472870483451714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=726472870483451714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/726472870483451714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/726472870483451714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/03/famday-o8.html' title='FAM.DAY &apos;o8'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-3783434227547543886</id><published>2008-03-07T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:53:30.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookish FRAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R9Enj5TjMSI/AAAAAAAAACA/1522QeQfJ1U/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R9Enj5TjMSI/AAAAAAAAACA/1522QeQfJ1U/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174960944457134370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Making this frame was kinda fun 'cause i wanted it to be like a book were all my friends could sign in it, it was pretty fun. And i had flashbacks while making this frame.. ohh, GOOD TIMES.. GOOOOOD TIMES :D &lt;br /&gt;I think that my frame is very unique compared to the picture frames found in the department stores, 'cause i was the one making it and there's no similiar to my frame and i did my own design &amp;it has my picture in it :D &amp;it also made up of CARDBOARD! haha i used old bits of paper and cardboard found on the classroom floor.. plus, i'm learning to recycle. save the trees my friends :DDDDD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-3783434227547543886?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3783434227547543886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=3783434227547543886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/3783434227547543886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/3783434227547543886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/03/making-this-frame-was-kinda-fun-cause-i.html' title='bookish FRAME'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R9Enj5TjMSI/AAAAAAAAACA/1522QeQfJ1U/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-1927403853079108853</id><published>2008-03-07T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:53:30.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalaLOVEgifts galooore.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R9Em0pTjMQI/AAAAAAAAABw/WJIxj_zPsPE/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R9Em0pTjMQI/AAAAAAAAABw/WJIxj_zPsPE/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174960132708315394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R9Em1JTjMRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YVZSMnKQDvA/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R9Em1JTjMRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YVZSMnKQDvA/s200/roses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174960141298250002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-1927403853079108853?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1927403853079108853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=1927403853079108853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/1927403853079108853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/1927403853079108853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/03/lalalovegifts-galooore.html' title='lalaLOVEgifts galooore.. :)'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R9Em0pTjMQI/AAAAAAAAABw/WJIxj_zPsPE/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-514045483640652959</id><published>2008-02-17T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:55:10.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh LOVE.. :s</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=ff00ff&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ohh, &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry 'bout falling inlove..&lt;br /&gt;in most fairy tales, &lt;br /&gt;dey don't find each ader.. 'till da very last page @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; ang pagmamahal ay wala sa bibliya. ang pagmamahal ay nasa puso&lt;br /&gt;-#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is sex without love?&lt;br /&gt;-#11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;philosophy is the key to truth.&lt;br /&gt;-roger&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-514045483640652959?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/514045483640652959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=514045483640652959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/514045483640652959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/514045483640652959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohh-love-s.html' title='ohh LOVE.. :s'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-6492129692093319391</id><published>2008-02-07T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:07:58.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGHSCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHSCHOOL, i define it as the point in your life where you realize that everything CAN possibly get worse and everyone's out to get you! agree? &lt;br /&gt;ang dami mong mga kaibigan pero hindi ka talaga sure kung sinu ung mapagkakatiwalaan mo. there's backstabbers, bitches, liars and fakes. at times, you tend to sink into peoples stories about them that are just lies about who they say they are, stories about how great they are.. and eventually you learn that some people or your so called "friends" are just fakes! but hey, that's HIGHSCHOOL. love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that HIGHSCHOOL is the greatest point of your life that you'll ever encounter. and i agree in that sense.. at this point in highschool, i can asure you that this is the start of my so called "HIGHSCHOOL LIFE". i don't know who my friends are anymore.. these people that surrounds me everyday are not the people who i used to know. they're changing at every point of day.. and problems are starting to sink into us, not only me but everyone of us is experiencing this problems. &lt;br /&gt;but that's HIGHSCHOOL. agree?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h294/renren_thegreat/?action=view&amp;current=z9366030.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h294/renren_thegreat/z9366030.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umagree nman kyo. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;mga classmates &amp;&amp; schoolmates!&lt;br /&gt;HIGHSCHOOL the breaking point in your life! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; ta place you find your bridesmaids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-6492129692093319391?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6492129692093319391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=6492129692093319391' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/6492129692093319391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/6492129692093319391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/02/highschool.html' title='HIGHSCHOOL'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-7171126285345238582</id><published>2008-02-06T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:39:26.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the study of ME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is about me&lt;br /&gt;atleast that's what i see..&lt;br /&gt;i ain't a princess, i ain't a queen&lt;br /&gt;i'm just me, just a typical teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't a slut nor a whore&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just the girl next door.&lt;br /&gt;i ain't the smartest thing on the street&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean i'll fall head over feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy with who i am and who i'll continue to be.&lt;br /&gt;everybodys different, and well …im just me.&lt;br /&gt;i ain't a fake ass bitchy girl and studying me is my plan.&lt;br /&gt;i say i'm &lt;b&gt;SUPERB&lt;/b&gt; and that shows you everything I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-7171126285345238582?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7171126285345238582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=7171126285345238582' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/7171126285345238582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/7171126285345238582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/02/study-of-me.html' title='the study of ME..'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198031110869177652.post-2711593595317560190</id><published>2008-01-30T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:10:35.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=2 color=ff00ff&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML it is called&lt;br /&gt;and to fail is not an odd&lt;br /&gt;for we learn and listen&lt;br /&gt;to never get mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invention of Tim Berners-Lee,&lt;br /&gt;fonts and headers&lt;br /&gt;codes and banners&lt;br /&gt;an invention that wonders me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times we may not understand&lt;br /&gt;but we learn from mind to hand.&lt;br /&gt;HTML is what it is&lt;br /&gt;and we learn from ways of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198031110869177652-2711593595317560190?l=rheninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2711593595317560190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198031110869177652&amp;postID=2711593595317560190' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/2711593595317560190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198031110869177652/posts/default/2711593595317560190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-poem.html' title='HTML'/><author><name>RHEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815742878748365072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5y3dA2edbD8/R61kM60sbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ACTLdvT-VBA/S220/835244465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry></feed>
