<?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-6601090156903737147</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:35:33.505-08:00</updated><category term='raf'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='food'/><category term='friends series'/><category term='brooke white'/><category term='with or without you'/><category term='hed kandi'/><category term='brownies'/><category term='american idol season 7'/><category term='kfc'/><category term='marcelo'/><category term='u2'/><category term='kenny rogers'/><category term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>the fabulous world of dyan***</title><subtitle type='html'>the life of a girl in love with life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.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-6601090156903737147.post-4889463425977805771</id><published>2008-10-10T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:07:23.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our video.</title><content type='html'>Ah.. to be bored. And feeling a bit creative. Thanks to Vista's Windows Movie Maker (I made it in under an hour), I was able to put together a simple but cute (at least for me, it was) video of a compilation of some of mars', raf's and my uber cute pictures. Without further ado, here it is. By the way, Raf LOVES it. Mars, I think, had a tear in the corner of his eye after watching it. Haha. &lt;BR&gt;Background song: Together by Ne-Yo &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5DYDBQE_Fs"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5DYDBQE_Fs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-4889463425977805771?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/4889463425977805771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=4889463425977805771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-2291105238600943817?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/2291105238600943817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=2291105238600943817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/2291105238600943817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/2291105238600943817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/2008/05/article-a50-fashion-that-lasts-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601090156903737147.post-8748591717375284111</id><published>2008-05-02T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:33:49.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raf'/><title type='text'>to my child --</title><content type='html'>I think I read this somewhere -- read it, your heart would melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest child --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/1_118560638l.jpg" height=150, width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, i am going to smile when i see your face and laugh when i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, i will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, i am going yo step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, i will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, i will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, i will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and i will buy you one if he comes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, i won't worry about that you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision i have made where you are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, i will let you help me bake cookies, and i wont stand over you trying to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, i will take us to mcdonald's and buy us both a happy meal so you can have both toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, i will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, i will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, i will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening when i run my finger through your hair as you pray, i will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think about the mothers and the fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and the fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mothers and the fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming inside that little body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i kiss you goodnight, I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that i will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-8748591717375284111?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8748591717375284111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=8748591717375284111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/8748591717375284111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/8748591717375284111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-my-child.html' title='to my child --'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601090156903737147.post-8332642056057661107</id><published>2008-05-02T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:20:07.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny rogers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>yummy brownies @ kenny rogers</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tasted these little drops of heaven (just like Monica's little treats in Friends)? Well, you should. I fel like going out to buy a couple. They are so yummy -- they taste like Duncan Hines' or Ghirardhelli's  fudge brownies. And at only 30 pesos each. I love them. Definitely in my Top 10 food list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, if you ever want to have something delivered from Kenny Roger's -- here's the menu -- the prices are not updated, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.munchpunch.com/restaurants/branch/menus/4072.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the brownies of KFC -- not as good as Kenny's but love them as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-8332642056057661107?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8332642056057661107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=8332642056057661107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/8332642056057661107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/8332642056057661107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/2008/05/yummy-brownies-kenny-rogers.html' title='yummy brownies @ kenny rogers'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601090156903737147.post-9029495612775927194</id><published>2008-05-02T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:24:23.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooke white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol season 7'/><title type='text'>american idol -- brooke out</title><content type='html'>Not that I am a big fan of AI Season 7 but Brooke White is out. Well, I kind of figured that she would be the one to go. But honestly, I really thought she was the better singer over David A (a bit amateur-ish, IMO) -- considering all performances -- David A just has a huge fan base. Anyway, Brooke has not been at the top of her game for the past couple of weeks and she must have seen it coming too. Anyway, I still love Brooke and I do hope she gets a break to record an album or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-9029495612775927194?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/9029495612775927194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=9029495612775927194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/9029495612775927194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/9029495612775927194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol-brooke-out.html' title='american idol -- brooke out'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601090156903737147.post-6331070596265543879</id><published>2008-05-01T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:59:45.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with or without you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u2'/><title type='text'>just yakking and yakking away -- U2 -- with or without you.</title><content type='html'>I just love this song! I just saw the music vid on YouTube and I need to say that I am not just taken by the beauty of the song but also by the youth in Bono's face -- he literally looked like a teenager.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this song in Friends when Rachel and Ross were "on a break" and everytime I hear it, I think I fall in love with a bit more. IMO, it's the best of U2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBqr113GecU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBqr113GecU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-6331070596265543879?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6331070596265543879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=6331070596265543879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/6331070596265543879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/6331070596265543879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-yakking-and-yakking-away-u2-with.html' title='just yakking and yakking away -- U2 -- with or without you.'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601090156903737147.post-527328213543678292</id><published>2008-05-01T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:50:42.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marcelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hed kandi'/><title type='text'>the other love of my life and so much more.</title><content type='html'>Oh, and did I mention that I am inlove with the best guy ever? Yeah, I am. =) Here we are. The bits and pieces of the life that I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-82.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2377900603258677890&amp;amp;site=widget-82.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603258677890&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-82.slide.com/p1/2377900603258677890/fr_t041_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603258677890&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-82.slide.com/p2/2377900603258677890/fr_t041_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***RAF***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-a0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2377900603258676640&amp;amp;site=widget-a0.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603258676640&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a0.slide.com/p1/2377900603258676640/fr_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603258676640&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a0.slide.com/p2/2377900603258676640/fr_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-76.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2377900603258678390&amp;amp;site=widget-76.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603258678390&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p1/2377900603258678390/fr_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603258678390&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p2/2377900603258678390/fr_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-527328213543678292?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/527328213543678292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=527328213543678292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/527328213543678292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/527328213543678292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/2008/05/raf.html' title='the other love of my life and so much more.'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601090156903737147.post-330558706214703376</id><published>2008-05-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:44:12.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raf'/><title type='text'>the love of my life.</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't mentioned him anywhere in my blog -- I just want everyone to know that I have a cute 14-month-old boy who is the ultimate love of my life. He is, WITHOUT A DOUBT, the cutest baby I have ever laid my eyes on. I love my little baby boy -- Rafael Kyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/1_507805299m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b2.lilypie.com/bV4qm8.png" alt="Lilypie 2nd Birthday Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-330558706214703376?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/330558706214703376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=330558706214703376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/330558706214703376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/330558706214703376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-of-my-life.html' title='the love of my life.'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601090156903737147.post-68550073153332348</id><published>2008-05-01T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:45:15.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>the birth of the blogger in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am now an official blogger. I have been a writer for the past year and yet, this is the first time that I would actually be publishing my blurbs online. Not that a lot of people would be reading my blog. Anyway, I welcome my fabulous self to the amazing world of blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601090156903737147-68550073153332348?l=tartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/feeds/68550073153332348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601090156903737147&amp;postID=68550073153332348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/68550073153332348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601090156903737147/posts/default/68550073153332348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartini.blogspot.com/2008/05/birth-of-blogger-in-me.html' title='the birth of the blogger in me.'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/56/26/2286265/11824967557379l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
