<?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-10022192</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:39:37.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my s0-called Lyf...</title><subtitle type='html'>the diary of my life..."knowing the real me"...-=xelle=-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-111003269901731165</id><published>2005-03-05T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T06:24:59.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell him/her u love them b4 its too late..</title><content type='html'>Message: Peter and Tina are sitting in the park &lt;br /&gt;doing &lt;br /&gt;nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all &lt;br /&gt;their friends are having fun with their beloved &lt;br /&gt;half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;now to spend time with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're &lt;br /&gt;the only person who isn't with a date now. (both &lt;br /&gt;sigh n silence for a while) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a &lt;br /&gt;game &lt;br /&gt;Peter: Eh? What game? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be my &lt;br /&gt;boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your &lt;br /&gt;girlfriend for 100 days. what do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for &lt;br /&gt;the next few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward &lt;br /&gt;to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first &lt;br /&gt;day and our first date. Where should we go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is &lt;br /&gt;a really great movie in theater now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea &lt;br /&gt;than this. Lets move. (went to watch their &lt;br /&gt;movies and sent each other home) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: &lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and &lt;br /&gt;Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: &lt;br /&gt;They went shopping together for a friend's &lt;br /&gt;birthday present. Share an ice-cream together &lt;br /&gt;and hugged each other for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: &lt;br /&gt;Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they &lt;br /&gt;watch the sunset together. When the night came &lt;br /&gt;and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass &lt;br /&gt;gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed &lt;br /&gt;by. Tina mumbled something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: &lt;br /&gt;Spend time at a themepark and got onto &lt;br /&gt;rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton &lt;br /&gt;candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house &lt;br /&gt;and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of &lt;br /&gt;Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together &lt;br /&gt;for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 67: &lt;br /&gt;They drove pass a circus and decided to get in &lt;br /&gt;to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play &lt;br /&gt;a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went &lt;br /&gt;around to see other entertainments around after &lt;br /&gt;the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just &lt;br /&gt;said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a &lt;br /&gt;tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 84: &lt;br /&gt;Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The &lt;br /&gt;beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have &lt;br /&gt;their first kiss with each other just as the sun &lt;br /&gt;is setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 99: &lt;br /&gt;They decided to have a simple day and is &lt;br /&gt;deciding to have a walk around the city. They &lt;br /&gt;sits down onto a bench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:23 pm &lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. &lt;br /&gt;What would you like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem...Apple juice will be just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:43 pm &lt;br /&gt;Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter &lt;br /&gt;havent return. Then someone walked up to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Is your name Tina? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Yes, and may I help you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Justnow down there on the street a &lt;br /&gt;drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its &lt;br /&gt;your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and &lt;br /&gt;sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over &lt;br /&gt;his face and her apple juice still in his hands. &lt;br /&gt;The ambulance came and she went to the hospital &lt;br /&gt;with Peter. &lt;br /&gt;Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and &lt;br /&gt;a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:51 pm &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. &lt;br /&gt;He is still breathing now but God would take him &lt;br /&gt;away from us very soon. We found this letter &lt;br /&gt;inside his pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she &lt;br /&gt;goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak &lt;br /&gt;but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she &lt;br /&gt;burst into tears. Here is what the letter said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun &lt;br /&gt;with you during all these days. Although you may &lt;br /&gt;be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but &lt;br /&gt;these all brought happiness into my life. I have &lt;br /&gt;realize that you are a really cute girl and &lt;br /&gt;blamed myself for never taken the time to &lt;br /&gt;knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, &lt;br /&gt;but I just wish that we can extend the day. I &lt;br /&gt;want to be your boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;forever and wish that you can be beside me all &lt;br /&gt;the time. Tina, I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:58 &lt;br /&gt;Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the &lt;br /&gt;wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I &lt;br /&gt;asked God to let us last forever. We were &lt;br /&gt;suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't &lt;br /&gt;leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to &lt;br /&gt;me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart &lt;br /&gt;stopped beating. It was 100 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE*&lt;br /&gt;Tell the guy or girl that you love them before &lt;br /&gt;its too late. You never know whats going to &lt;br /&gt;happen tomorrow. You never know who will be &lt;br /&gt;leaving you and never return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-111003269901731165?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/111003269901731165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=111003269901731165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/111003269901731165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/111003269901731165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/tell-himher-u-love-them-b4-its-too.html' title='tell him/her u love them b4 its too late..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-111003262353739521</id><published>2005-03-05T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T06:23:43.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute tong story na toh..</title><content type='html'>Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told &lt;br /&gt;a Single soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie secretly loved him too. But she thought she &lt;br /&gt;would never have a chance with him. Billy asked &lt;br /&gt;his friends what they think of her and his friends &lt;br /&gt;thought she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So &lt;br /&gt;Billy just went along with them. They all made fun &lt;br /&gt;of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so &lt;br /&gt;upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they followed her home from school &lt;br /&gt;making fun of her the whole way home. Once she &lt;br /&gt;got inside her house she dropped to the floor &lt;br /&gt;cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. &lt;br /&gt;She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home &lt;br /&gt;he felt real bad about what he had done. So he &lt;br /&gt;decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was &lt;br /&gt;sorry and that he really loves her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got there he knocked on the door no one &lt;br /&gt;answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door was open so he walked in. He walked into &lt;br /&gt;the living room and found Katie lying dead on the &lt;br /&gt;floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . &lt;br /&gt;He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And &lt;br /&gt;now he could never tell her how he really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the &lt;br /&gt;last minute to tell someone how you really feel. &lt;br /&gt;Because it just might be too late. And don't always &lt;br /&gt;go by what your friends say, follow your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-111003262353739521?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/111003262353739521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=111003262353739521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/111003262353739521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/111003262353739521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/cute-tong-story-na-toh_05.html' title='cute tong story na toh..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110958436257013558</id><published>2005-02-28T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T01:52:42.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ive learned</title><content type='html'>I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. &lt;br /&gt;All you can do is be someone who can be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is up to them. I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. I've learned that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts I've learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. I've learned that you can keep going long after you think you can't. I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you. I've learned that learning to forgive takes practice. I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it. I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110958436257013558?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110958436257013558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110958436257013558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110958436257013558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110958436257013558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-learned.html' title='ive learned'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110951457354151209</id><published>2005-02-27T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T06:31:58.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day today..</title><content type='html'>ummmm..mah parents are out today..they go to the airport to fetch mah bro...&lt;br /&gt; he'll arrive tonight wid his girlfrend and her future sister-in-law..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;they are from beijing china..hehe...im excited to see mah pasalubong..lol..&lt;br /&gt;i know mah bro wont forgot it coz im her fave. sister..hehe..you know i rili want ate Sheng for mah big bro...coz she's every man would want for..a very beautiful girl in and out...But as they say "nobody's perfect"..coz the thing is we have different religion..and thats make me sad..coz i rili want both of them together forever..hehe...for me ate sheng is a perfect woman for ma big bro...she's really kind...that's y the first tym i met her..we get closer to each other...i hope that as soon as posible she'll be converted to inc..so,that they can be together...without worrying anyting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110951457354151209?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110951457354151209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110951457354151209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110951457354151209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110951457354151209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-today.html' title='a day today..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110940146152214040</id><published>2005-02-25T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:04:40.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its hard to move on..</title><content type='html'>its hard to move on ryt...&lt;br /&gt;but olweiz remmember this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on shud not be a risk but a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;It's when u allow urself to be imprisoned in da &lt;br /&gt;clutches of dis foolish desire dat will stand da &lt;br /&gt;risk of falling too deep, where u may nver be &lt;br /&gt;able 2 get back and start over again.. There &lt;br /&gt;will come a time when we will have to give up &lt;br /&gt;someone, evn if we love dat person so mch. A tym &lt;br /&gt;wen we will have 2 set aside our feelings and &lt;br /&gt;let our minds and not our hearts decide 4 us.. &lt;br /&gt;It is often hard to forget someone we love &lt;br /&gt;because, deep inside, it's da last thing dat we &lt;br /&gt;wnt to do. It's easy to say it's all over but &lt;br /&gt;it's always difficult to let go of something &lt;br /&gt;precious to us. When someone becomes a part of &lt;br /&gt;us dat person gets a little piece of our heart. &lt;br /&gt;When she goes, she leaves a void in our life dat &lt;br /&gt;is never easy 2 fill. That is da reason i'ts &lt;br /&gt;always painful to let go of our feelings 4 &lt;br /&gt;someone special. If u want to move on den u &lt;br /&gt;leave da past behind. You have to simply accept &lt;br /&gt;dat. If u keep hoping 4 things dat cud hav been &lt;br /&gt;den u will be a prisoner of your own dreams. you &lt;br /&gt;will nevr find true hapiness because u are &lt;br /&gt;detached from reality.. Love is a game. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we miss and get hurt but dat doesn't &lt;br /&gt;hav to keep us from taking a chance again. Never &lt;br /&gt;get tired of trying because sometimes, in dis &lt;br /&gt;game da real winners are not those who get what &lt;br /&gt;they want but those who know how 2 give up what &lt;br /&gt;they want and those who know when to stop &lt;br /&gt;wanting......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110940146152214040?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110940146152214040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110940146152214040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110940146152214040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110940146152214040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-hard-to-move-on.html' title='its hard to move on..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110940137868909349</id><published>2005-02-25T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:02:58.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its true..</title><content type='html'>totoo toh..coz now nung nwla ung &lt;br /&gt;bstfrend cong importante skin..&lt;br /&gt;dun ko lng tlga nrialize kung gno sha kaimportante..&lt;br /&gt;coz i was rili hurt of wat she have done,&lt;br /&gt;the proof that she's not mine anymore...that she has a new life now...&lt;br /&gt;bcoz she picked sum1 over me...in d tym i nid her most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize:&lt;br /&gt;The value of a sister&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone who doesn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of ten years:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a newly Divorced couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of four years:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one year:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a student who has failed a final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one month:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one week:&lt;br /&gt;Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one hour:&lt;br /&gt;Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one minute:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one-second:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a person who has survived an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one millisecond:&lt;br /&gt;Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the&lt;br /&gt;Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment you have.&lt;br /&gt;You will treasure it even more when you can share&lt;br /&gt;it with someone&lt;br /&gt;special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of a friend:&lt;br /&gt;Lose one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110940137868909349?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110940137868909349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110940137868909349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110940137868909349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110940137868909349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-true.html' title='its true..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110940035503451938</id><published>2005-02-25T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:45:55.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ol about love..</title><content type='html'>BAKIT TAYO NAGMAMAHAL?!&lt;br /&gt;marami kyong mare2alyz d2, pagtyagaan nyo lang&lt;br /&gt;bsahin. ung mga nkbsa n,&lt;br /&gt;nkarelate..eh kyO?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we love ba?&lt;br /&gt;so we can have somebody to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;someone who can be there pag gusto natin gumala?&lt;br /&gt;a person na pwedeng manlibre satin?&lt;br /&gt;taong magbibitbit ng gamit mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALALAY for short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh pano kung di ka nya mahal?&lt;br /&gt;would you still love him/her?&lt;br /&gt;would you still continue to care for that&lt;br /&gt;person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit naman hinde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didnt love that person para magkaroon ka ng&lt;br /&gt;alalay,&lt;br /&gt;magkaroon ka ng instant meal dahil libre,&lt;br /&gt;taong gagawa ng assignments mo or projects,&lt;br /&gt;or taong mahihila mo if you want to go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if thats what you think about love well sorry&lt;br /&gt;ang BABAW mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving a person doesn't need to have a criteria&lt;br /&gt;na dapat maganda o guwapo,&lt;br /&gt;dapat mabait or understanding,&lt;br /&gt;kasi once you fall inlove you take the risk of&lt;br /&gt;accepting dat person&lt;br /&gt;kahit maingay sya matulog, yung hilik ng hilik&lt;br /&gt;kahit matakaw sya o sobrang fat na hindi kayo&lt;br /&gt;kasya pag puno ang jeep!&lt;br /&gt;kahit sobrang moody nya na kulang nalang ay&lt;br /&gt;sapakin mo sa inis!&lt;br /&gt;yung sobrang selosa/seloso na pati barkada&lt;br /&gt;pinagseselosan..&lt;br /&gt;badtrip diba?&lt;br /&gt;and yung napaka-arte OA kung baga!&lt;br /&gt;o kahit ano pang things&lt;br /&gt;that would turn you off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirap tlaga magmahal trying to be PERFECT kase&lt;br /&gt;gusto mong magtagal&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi yun ang sagot sa lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCEPTING the real person fully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kase if you said na mahal mo sya you dont need&lt;br /&gt;to find answers&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit mo sya mahal...&lt;br /&gt;kase lahat ng tao nagbabago but if you accept&lt;br /&gt;that person&lt;br /&gt;magbago man sya in the middle of your&lt;br /&gt;relationship&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka masasaktan kase you know that darating&lt;br /&gt;din yun..&lt;br /&gt;tsaka tanggap mo sya ng buo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahirap gawin pero masarap subukan dahil&lt;br /&gt;wala ng sasaya pa if you let one person feel na&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL NA MAHAL mo sya without asking 4 anything&lt;br /&gt;return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you can say wow un pla ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It means you've decided to see beyond the&lt;br /&gt;imperfections.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I exist, just to promise you this,&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you,&lt;br /&gt;And if you answer my prayer,&lt;br /&gt;I cross my heart and I'd swear&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you'd only see&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful you and I would be, endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly [B4-4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa talaga ang love. Isa siyang&lt;br /&gt;napakalaking&lt;br /&gt;oxymoron. Lahat ng&lt;br /&gt;pwede mong masabi sa kanya, baliktarin mo at&lt;br /&gt;totoo&lt;br /&gt;pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang labo diba? Pero ang linaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. Di mo&lt;br /&gt;naiintindihan pero&lt;br /&gt;naiintindihan mo. Walang rason. Maraming rason.&lt;br /&gt;Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin. Masakit&lt;br /&gt;magmahal. Pero okey lang.&lt;br /&gt;Leche, ano ba talaga?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May kaibigan ako, sabi niya dati "Love is only&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;stupid people."&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa kasi laude ang standing niya, pero&lt;br /&gt;dumating ang&lt;br /&gt;panahon, na-in-love din ang hunghang. At ayun,&lt;br /&gt;tanga&lt;br /&gt;na siya ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat kasi ng nahahawakan ng love nagiging&lt;br /&gt;oxymoron&lt;br /&gt;din. O kaya paminsan, nagiging moron lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat&lt;br /&gt;ng bagay&lt;br /&gt;nababaligtad din niya. Lahat ng malalakas na tao,&lt;br /&gt;humihina. Ang&lt;br /&gt;mayayabang, nagpapakumbaba. Ang mga walang&lt;br /&gt;pakialam,&lt;br /&gt;nagiging Mother&lt;br /&gt;Teresa. Ang mga henyo, nauubusan ng sagot. Ang&lt;br /&gt;malulungkot,&lt;br /&gt;sumasaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;mga taong ayaw na&lt;br /&gt;talaga magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung&lt;br /&gt;gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;magic words na&lt;br /&gt;"Ayoko na ma-inlove!" biglang WACHA! Ayan na&lt;br /&gt;siya.&lt;br /&gt;Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng&lt;br /&gt;ibang tao, ang galing&lt;br /&gt;galing mo? Pero 'pag problema mo na yung&lt;br /&gt;pinag-uusapan parang&lt;br /&gt;nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa&lt;br /&gt;namomroblemang tao? Naiisip mong wala namang mali&lt;br /&gt;dun sa mga sinabi mo. Pero bakit parang wala ring&lt;br /&gt;tama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali-baliktad din ang nasasabi ng mga taong&lt;br /&gt;tinamaan&lt;br /&gt;ng madugong pana ng&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig. "Ngayon ko lang nalaman ganito pala.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko na eh!" "Ang sarap mabuhay. Pwede na 'ko&lt;br /&gt;mamatay. Now na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi lang 'yon. Ang sarap din pagtawanan ng&lt;br /&gt;mga&lt;br /&gt;taong alam naman&lt;br /&gt;nilang masasaktan lang sila eh magpapatihulog pa&lt;br /&gt;rin&lt;br /&gt;sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos 'pag luray-luray na&lt;br /&gt;yung puso nila,&lt;br /&gt;siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;Siya! "Bakit&lt;br /&gt;niya 'ko&lt;br /&gt;sinaktan?" May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader&lt;br /&gt;yon,&lt;br /&gt;at pagbabagsak ng&lt;br /&gt;pinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayop talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauubos ang buong magdamag ko kakasabi ng mga&lt;br /&gt;bagay&lt;br /&gt;na nakakatawa 'pag&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig na ang pinag-usapan. Ang daming beses&lt;br /&gt;ko na&lt;br /&gt;kasi siya nakasalubong&lt;br /&gt;kaya masasabi ko nang eksperto na 'ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero wala pa rin akong alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang&lt;br /&gt;katotohanang kapag gusto&lt;br /&gt;magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta na mo na lahat ng&lt;br /&gt;ari-arian mo dahil&lt;br /&gt;siguradong ikaw ang punchline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding&lt;br /&gt;through the night. They&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved each other a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "slow down a little.. I'm scared.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "No, it's so fun.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "please..it's so scary.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Then say that you love me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Give me a big hug.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl gave him a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Now can you slow down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on?&lt;br /&gt;It's uncomfortable and its bothering me while i&lt;br /&gt;drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, there was a story in the&lt;br /&gt;newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a&lt;br /&gt;building because its&lt;br /&gt;brakes were broken. There were two people on the&lt;br /&gt;motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had&lt;br /&gt;survived......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew&lt;br /&gt;that the girl would have gotten scared.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he was told the last time that she&lt;br /&gt;loved him, got a hug from&lt;br /&gt;her, put his helmet on her so that she can live,&lt;br /&gt;and died himself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110940035503451938?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110940035503451938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110940035503451938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110940035503451938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110940035503451938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/ol-about-love.html' title='ol about love..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110930352266898458</id><published>2005-02-24T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T19:52:02.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye..</title><content type='html'>what's real with goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye is said not just to let the person know &lt;br /&gt;that you are going away, it means the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe, that goodbye means a LIFETIME. but, that &lt;br /&gt;fading person might come back... that's what we &lt;br /&gt;think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as we realize, life is not clear. Paths are &lt;br /&gt;different.A person saying goodbye is REAL... &lt;br /&gt;maybe someday, somehow, you could even meet &lt;br /&gt;each other. But goodbye is painful, and it hurts, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe not on the part of the remaining friends, but &lt;br /&gt;actually, on the part of the person that is saying &lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye is said so easy... yet it's short. Guess &lt;br /&gt;what it really means??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll surelymiss you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take Care&lt;br /&gt;3. See ya someday&lt;br /&gt;4.God Bless&lt;br /&gt;5.i love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a hint... when someone said goodbye to &lt;br /&gt;you, and he/she smiled,that really meant crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110930352266898458?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110930352266898458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110930352266898458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110930352266898458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110930352266898458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/goodbye.html' title='goodbye..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110887704725831226</id><published>2005-02-19T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T21:24:07.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pagmamahal"</title><content type='html'>AnG pAgiBig!!! O LovE &lt;br /&gt;"parang nakakapit sa patalim, nagdudugo na ang &lt;br /&gt;kamay mo, hindi ka pa &lt;br /&gt;rin bumibitaw..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totoo nga naman diba? lalo na pag &lt;br /&gt;nagpapakamartyr ka... kahit gaano &lt;br /&gt;kahirap, &lt;br /&gt;kahit gaano KASAKIT, kapit ka lang ng &lt;br /&gt;mahigpit... palalim ng palalim &lt;br /&gt;ang sugat, &lt;br /&gt;pahigpit ng pahigpit ang hawak mo sa kutsilyo... &lt;br /&gt;sa isip mo kasi "mahal &lt;br /&gt;ko siya... &lt;br /&gt;kailangan maging malakas ako para&lt;br /&gt;sa kanya... ipaglalaban ko to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tanong diyan eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUSTO BA NUNG TAONG YON NA IPAGLABAN &lt;br /&gt;MO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUSTO BA NUNG TAONG YON NA MAGING &lt;br /&gt;MALAKAS KA &lt;br /&gt;PARA SA KANYA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;higit sa lahat... ALAM BA NIYA?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan ang hirap sa ganyan eh... kapag wala ka na &lt;br /&gt;ibang nakikita kundi &lt;br /&gt;yung taong yun, &lt;br /&gt;yung taong yun at yung nararamdaman mo para sa&lt;br /&gt;kanya... yun kasi ang bumubulag sayo eh... yung &lt;br /&gt;mentalidad na pag nakuha mo siya, &lt;br /&gt;makukumpleto &lt;br /&gt;ang buhay mo... &lt;br /&gt;pagminahal mo siya ng lubos, matututunan ka rin &lt;br /&gt;niyang mahalin... basta &lt;br /&gt;maiparamdam mo, may pagasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH PANO NGA KUNG WALA? pano nga kung &lt;br /&gt;hindi ka &lt;br /&gt;naman niya talaga kayang &lt;br /&gt;mahalin?&lt;br /&gt;pano kung niloloko mo lang pala ang sarili mo? &lt;br /&gt;aba siyempre, hindi&lt;br /&gt;mo&lt;br /&gt;makikita yun... "mahal" mo eh... kaya kung ano &lt;br /&gt;lang ang gusto mo &lt;br /&gt;makita, yun lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag magkasama kayo at nakikita mo siyang &lt;br /&gt;ngumingiti at masaya, &lt;br /&gt;iniisip mo agad dahil magkasama kayo... yun pala &lt;br /&gt;within eye's view lang &lt;br /&gt;yung totoong gusto niya kaya ganun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kaya kapag nilalapitan ka niya para magtanong, &lt;br /&gt;tuwang tuwa ka&lt;br /&gt;kasi ikaw ang una niyang nilapitan... yun pala &lt;br /&gt;katabi mo lang yung &lt;br /&gt;gusto niya kaya sinasamantala niya yung &lt;br /&gt;pagkakataon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag nagkasakit ka at tumawag siya o nagtext &lt;br /&gt;para mangamusta, &lt;br /&gt;halos gumaling ka na in a second sa sobrang &lt;br /&gt;tuwa... &lt;br /&gt;nagaalala lang pala siya kasi KAIBIGAN ka niya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIBIGAN KA LANG NIYA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipaglaban mo p're, KUNG NARARAPAT... hindi &lt;br /&gt;naman &lt;br /&gt;masamang &lt;br /&gt;ipaglaban eh, kung mahal mo ba naman siya, at &lt;br /&gt;mahal ka rin niya&lt;br /&gt;eh di why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di sapat na MAHAL MO... sa ganyang &lt;br /&gt;pagkakataon, &lt;br /&gt;mas importanteng MAHAL &lt;br /&gt;KA&lt;br /&gt;RIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil kung hindi ka naman niya mahal, panu na &lt;br /&gt;yun? &lt;br /&gt;nagpipitik bulag ka na nga, magisa pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagmuka ka lang&lt;br /&gt;TANGA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110887704725831226?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110887704725831226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110887704725831226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110887704725831226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110887704725831226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/pagmamahal.html' title='&quot;Pagmamahal&quot;'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110888279704549407</id><published>2005-02-18T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T22:59:57.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss mah blog!!!</title><content type='html'>oh...how i miss mah blog...&lt;br /&gt;tagal co dng d nkpgsulat dito coz &lt;br /&gt;im busy doin some other stuff..hay..&lt;br /&gt;atlas im here again..writin what i wnt and what i feel..&lt;br /&gt;and for you out there,if you dont want what im writin ryt now..&lt;br /&gt;juz mind ur own business coz i dont care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm..juz wanna share somthin...&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, mia and I went mwid mah ex haws..&lt;br /&gt;kxe sbe nia smin..wla daw tao dun...e sakto nmn n wla &lt;br /&gt;kming mpunthan ni mia..tska xe gus2 nming ma2log den naicp ni mia&lt;br /&gt;na malamig dun s kwarto nung ex co tska malaki xe rum nun..&lt;br /&gt;tpos wla pa daw iistorbo smin...e tutal frnds nmn kmi nun..&lt;br /&gt;kya sbe co..cge punta kme dun..&lt;br /&gt;pagpunta nmin dun..we thought wla ngang tao dun but den pgpsok nmin..&lt;br /&gt;sobwang dme ng tao..andun ung bestfrend co n on n ngaun ng ex co..&lt;br /&gt;andun den ung barkada nung ex co...grabe..nbd-3p nga aco ee...as in ng-aya&lt;br /&gt;na acong umuwe..e wla n dn nmn acong mgwa xe andun n kya cge stay lng kme sndli..&lt;br /&gt;hay..bsta...nbadtrip aco..hmmph...pro its ok.. &lt;br /&gt;atlis nkita co ulit ung ex co after a long long tym..&lt;br /&gt;eniweiz namiss co din nmn tlga sha...pro nbadtrip p din aco noh..&lt;br /&gt;eion lng...xe dame pa co gwa ee...i'll share nxt tym...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110888279704549407?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110888279704549407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110888279704549407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110888279704549407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110888279704549407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-miss-mah-blog.html' title='i miss mah blog!!!'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110767097621926646</id><published>2005-02-06T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:22:56.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wla lng..wla mgawa ee..</title><content type='html'>1. How many times have you fallen inlove?--&gt; ewan..&lt;br /&gt;2. Did they love you back? --&gt; uhm..no comment&lt;br /&gt;3. When you fall out of love, do you easily give up and get out of the relationship ? --&gt; nah..il think of it first a thousnd times..&lt;br /&gt;4. Who made you laugh most? (sa mahal m ha)--&gt; c jhaycee..&lt;br /&gt;5. Cry most? --&gt; sha dn..xe sha ung pnkmatagl cong mnhal...&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend most? --&gt; dunno..&lt;br /&gt;7. The one you can never 4get. --&gt; ewn..c m.a xe sha ung pnka-ngpagulo ng buhay co..&lt;br /&gt;8. Did ya ever love someone that didnt become your bf or gf? --&gt;yuh...&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever cried for a girl/boy? --&gt; yeh..&lt;br /&gt;10. Willing to give up something for the one you love? --&gt; yuh.&lt;br /&gt;11. Willing to fight for the one you love? --&gt; yuh. of course..&lt;br /&gt;12. Fell in love with someone taken? --&gt; yuh..&lt;br /&gt;13. Thought u'd never love again because you were hurt by someone you really love?yuh..it happns..&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you fall inlove and get infatuated easily? --&gt; yup..lalo n kung talented tska cute..&lt;br /&gt;15. Ryt now, who are you thinking of? --&gt; uhm..sha!!&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you usually fight 4? --&gt; uhm.ewan ko.&lt;br /&gt;17. Is someone special makin you happy now? --&gt; baka...&lt;br /&gt;18. Or makin you sad? --&gt; yep..&lt;br /&gt;19. Craziest thing ever done with a crush: --&gt; ckret.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;20. Most romantic thing happened between you and your crush.--&gt;no nga ba??lhat..hehe&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever loved unconditionally? --&gt; yuh.&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you liberated or conservative?--&gt; liberated. haha. joke CONSERVATIVE ako.&lt;br /&gt;23. Ryt now, are u inlove with someone? --&gt; definitely yes..&lt;br /&gt;24. Is she/he inlove with u 2? --&gt; ewan...tingin co HINDI..&lt;br /&gt;25. Hu do u prioritize first... friends or gf/bf? --&gt;dte bf..pro ngaun lm co n kung ano mas mhalaga...hehe..iv learned my lessons..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110767097621926646?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110767097621926646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110767097621926646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110767097621926646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110767097621926646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/wla-lngwla-mgawa-ee.html' title='wla lng..wla mgawa ee..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110690562512925780</id><published>2005-01-28T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T01:47:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im feelin soo happy..</title><content type='html'>Ang saya ngaun kxe sa classrum ngkaron kme ng open forum den ayun..lhat ng smaan ng loob s bwat isa nilabas na..bgo nga ng-open forum..ngkaaway-away muna kme ee...eion..pro msya kme ngeon kxe naayos n ung gulo s rum..hay...wla lng..just wanna say sori n din s mga clasmeyt co n ngwan co ng msma...lm co nmn xe na d aco perpekto ee..ummmm..tnx din s lhat ng clasmeyt co xe ang babait nila..eion tska sna sa mon. ung png-uspn nting kakain tyong sbay2x sa lunch matupad huh??hehe..tska sana past is past na..dapat bgong Palmyra na tyong lhat..hehe..Tpos e2 pa ung msya nkasma ung rum nmen sa Mathscile jingle sa skul...en sbi nung isang judge kme daw ung first nila..eniweiz kun cno mn ung first okei lng..xe back 2 zero nmn lhat sa finals ee...hehe...ang saya xe 1st tym nmng ngkaisa ng buong rum...eion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsaka pla may ngpalungkot at ngpagalit skin...knina..nakkaasr tlga sobwa..&lt;br /&gt;C Mon kxe tsaka c M.a...glit aco s knila...eniweiz..mwla mn glt co s knila o mpatawad co mn cla..hndi co n rin cla matuturing n kaibgan...now i know ung mga ugali nila...gnon pla un..lalo n ky mon...ilang yrs. kming mgbestfrend tpos gnon pala sha..nkakaasr..tama pla ung parents co n ngkamali ako ng pagpili ng kaibign..Okei il start na nga...gn2 kxe un dte cguro mga december n nun nahuli c mon ng mama nia n wala s kwarto nia..den her mom called me..sbe co hnde co lm kung nsan c mon tska wla me alam...Nung tym n un pnroblema co sha ng sobwa..As in kulang n lng pumunta cong makati pra sunduin sha..tpos kinbuksn nun..gus2 ulit acong kauspin ng mom nia..Nung ng-usp kme nung mom nia ksma co c judy..ang daming cnbe ng mom nia pro never cong cnumbong n gabe2x tumataks sha s knila...lhat nga ng pagtatakip gnwa co pra s knya ee..xe lm ko aco rin ung mppsma s parents nia kpag inamin co n lgi shang 2mtaks..e khit nmn dco cnbe sa mama nia n gabe2x umaalis sha...nlamn pa ren ng mama ni.. pro hello??nmn xe...d nmn gnon katanga ung mama nia pra maniwla s dhilan nia xe lhat nmn bnbgay ng mom nia s knya tsaka cra daw xe ung screen n mlpit s pintuan e tatlo lng nmn daw cla s haws,..e nung nahuli sha shempre lalo ng malalamn ng parents nia n gbe2x nga umaalis sha..tsaka na sha ung ngcra nun...Tpos ngaun after 1 month ssbhin ng M.a n yan n aco daw ung ngsumbong s mom ni mon...e cra pla sha ee..ako n nga ung ngtakip ako pa ung ngsumbong tpos aco pa msma..ikaw n ung gmgwa ng lhat ng paraan pra mapabuti lng ung best mo..ikw pa msma...nkakaasr tlga..tpos ung mgling cong bestfrend daw n kinausp co knina para iexplain n hnde tlaga co un xe yaw cong mcra s knya..hndi aco pinakinggn tpos parang aco tlga ung mga gawa...nkakaasr sobra s tnagal-tagl ng pgkakaibgan nmn gaganunin pa nia co..Now, i know kung cno at ano tlagang klaseng tao ung tinuring cong bestfrend for almost 13 yrs..Tpos nung kinausp sya nila Mia ssbhin nia na wla nmn daw tlgang ngsbe n hinuhuli lng nila co...God..anung huhulihin nila e wla nmn tlga cong cnbe s mom nia..Betsfrend co sha tpos all along pla pinag-iicpan niya co ng masama...anong klaseng kaibgan sha...kala co b kilala n nia co..grrrrr...nakakapangigil tlga..Mgsma cla ng On nia noh...After nung pngsmhan nmn gagan2hin lng niya...bhala sha..Wag n wag n niya cong lalapitn khit kailan...kahit ano png prob. nia xe dco lng sha papancinin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRom now on xe hndi co n sha tinuturing n bestfrend khit kaibgan  o kahit kakilala...wla n kong kilalang MOn,,,tska shempre c m.a n sumira ng mgndang pagkakaibgn nmn..Wla ncong klalang MOn and M.a...Mgsma n cla..D hell i care..Ptawarin co mn kayo never in my lyf na ituturing co ulit kyong kaibgan..dhil ung gnwa nio sken is d worst n gnwa skin ng isng tao s buong buhay co..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tska last messge co seio mon sobwang nsktn mo ko....after ng laht ng pagtitiis co..s lhat ng skit na nfifil co,,bnbliwla co lng un lhat dhil lng seio..Mahl kita kxe bestfrend kita kya lhat ng kaya kong ibgay at gwin gnwa co n..tpos e2 pa pla ung kaplit..Lht ng pagpapraya gnwa ko pra lng syo at alm mo un..dmdating pa nga s point na srili cong fillings kinkalabn co..ikaw lge inuuna co...khit sobwang nssktn n ko s pgpaparayng gngwa co..okei lng kxe nga best kita..Everytym n nssktn mo ko s mga cnsbe mo...s mga words n hnde mo cnsdyang sbhin..lhat un pnpagpasenshahan co lng..Pati nga parents co ngwa cong kalabanin dhil sayo ee..lagi ktng pngtatanggol s knila...Pg my prob. ka nmn nver ktang pnbayaan lage acong nanjan s tbe mo...Lahat okei lng skin...pro e2,..dko n ata kyang m-take..tma na...ayoko na...Tignan moo nga sn mkkhanap ng bestfrend uli n kyang gwin lhat ng gnwa co seio..sna maicp mo un at kung maicip mo man..sorry pro huli na..tama n ung lhat ng gnwa co..wla ng kasunod un...coz tintpos co ng lhat ng pagkakaibgan nten..im sorry den kung may msma mn acong ngwa.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110690562512925780?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110690562512925780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110690562512925780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110690562512925780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110690562512925780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-feelin-soo-happy.html' title='im feelin soo happy..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110649243996923696</id><published>2005-01-24T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T07:00:39.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom and I..</title><content type='html'>Im very happy today..&lt;br /&gt;because eventhough I have done many &lt;br /&gt;bad things to my parents &lt;br /&gt;especially to my mom &lt;br /&gt;they always understand me..&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, I feel their love for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon my mom and I had cooked spaghetti..&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite food..&lt;br /&gt;my mom really know what makes me happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after she have done her work..&lt;br /&gt;we went to the mall with my dad and my little sister..&lt;br /&gt;We where so happy...&lt;br /&gt;My parents bought me the one that i like to buy..&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy..i thank them so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that there's nothing happen&lt;br /&gt;between me and my mom...&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I dont do anything to them..&lt;br /&gt;and i love them for being like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the most understanding,lovable,kind,nice parents in the world..&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I love them so much..&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the world,&lt;br /&gt;who can give the same amount of love that they can give to us..&lt;br /&gt;especially for me..&lt;br /&gt;beacause after all that I have done&lt;br /&gt;after I picked someone else before them&lt;br /&gt;They are still there understanding and loving me &lt;br /&gt;the best that they can,..no one else can do&lt;br /&gt;what they can do for me..I was so thankful &lt;br /&gt;I have them..&lt;br /&gt;My Family are really the greatest thing &lt;br /&gt;that God ever gave me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110649243996923696?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110649243996923696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110649243996923696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110649243996923696'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/girlfriendquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind Of Girlfriend Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110647266453790019?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110647266453790019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110647266453790019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110647266453790019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110647266453790019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-kind-of-girlfrend-daw-acohehe.html' title='what kind of girlfrend daw aco??hehe'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110647230021227646</id><published>2005-01-22T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:25:00.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flirt daw aco?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt;% Flirt&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/flirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/flirtquiz.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Much of a Flirt Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110647230021227646?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110647230021227646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110647230021227646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110647230021227646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110647230021227646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/flirt-daw-aco.html' title='flirt daw aco?!'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110526365364837172</id><published>2005-01-20T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:10:37.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding love..</title><content type='html'>Life is the process of finding love&lt;br /&gt;Every person will need to find &lt;br /&gt;four people in their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person is yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person is the one you love most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third person is the one who loves you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fourth is the one you spend the rest of your life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, firstly you will meet with the one you love most,&lt;br /&gt;and learn how love feels; &lt;br /&gt;Because you know how love feels, &lt;br /&gt;so you can find the person who loves you most; &lt;br /&gt;When you have experienced the feeling of loving others and being loved,&lt;br /&gt;you will then know what it is you need most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will find the person who is most suitable for you, &lt;br /&gt;to be able to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in real life, &lt;br /&gt;these three people are usually not the same person. &lt;br /&gt;The one you love most, doesn't love you; &lt;br /&gt;The one who loves you most, is never the one you love most.&lt;br /&gt;And the one you spend your life with, &lt;br /&gt;is never the one you love most or the one who loves you most. &lt;br /&gt;He is just the person who happens to be &lt;br /&gt;at the right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which person are you in other people's lives? &lt;br /&gt;In the world so big, &lt;br /&gt;which person have you found so far? &lt;br /&gt;And who has found you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110526365364837172?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110526365364837172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110526365364837172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110526365364837172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110526365364837172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/finding-love.html' title='finding love..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110620632506269412</id><published>2005-01-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:32:05.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dco lm title....hehe</title><content type='html'>Why is it dat im olweiz hurt&lt;br /&gt;by the one i love? and &lt;br /&gt;Why is it dat i olweiz hurt d&lt;br /&gt;one hu loves me??or... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i ask&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that i olweiz love&lt;br /&gt;d one hu love sum1else and &lt;br /&gt;y is it that i dont love the &lt;br /&gt;one hu loves me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused, am I&lt;br /&gt;I thought im hapi&lt;br /&gt;but what i saw yesterday&lt;br /&gt;hurts me a lot&lt;br /&gt;thinking dat i can &lt;br /&gt;never go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving u make me sick&lt;br /&gt;coz everytym ur wid her&lt;br /&gt;it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;coz in my life&lt;br /&gt;ur my greatest fear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again&lt;br /&gt;loving u the best dat i can&lt;br /&gt;hoping dat u'll know i exist&lt;br /&gt;knowing the fact &lt;br /&gt;dat ur madly in love wid her&lt;br /&gt;hurting myself once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish&lt;br /&gt;i could feel d love&lt;br /&gt;dat she can feel&lt;br /&gt;for i have fell 4 u&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dat tym cames&lt;br /&gt;i know im ready&lt;br /&gt;to give mah life to god&lt;br /&gt;coz when he gave u to me&lt;br /&gt;he have just gave me my lyf...&lt;br /&gt;en dats nothing but u... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110620632506269412?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110620632506269412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110620632506269412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110620632506269412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110620632506269412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/dco-lm-titlehehe.html' title='dco lm title....hehe'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110611273168704657</id><published>2005-01-18T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:32:11.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to the one that god has prepared foe meeh..</title><content type='html'>I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. Many times I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. I get up each morning, hoping, dreaming, and longing to meet you. I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in movies? Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh how I wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answer to all my questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I ask myself if I have ever really known “love”. I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe that, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find the right person… and since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not really know what love is! You just don’t know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. Even at this very moment, I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps I’ll be drawn to you by your smile, your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by your silly little ways! I don’t really know for sure but I am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain that I have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I began my search. I just wanted you to know that I find my strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me, the life I shall spend with you. In my mind and my heart, I know that you are worth all that pains and sacrifices. After all, the tears have a party of life, slowly washing away my flaws so I’d be perfect, not just in its truest sense, but just perfect for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you’ve gone through so much pain as well and if you’ve been hurt so many times along the journey. But my dearest one, please don’t ever give up because I am right here, patiently waiting for you! I assure you that when we finally find each other, I’d slowly heal those wounds by my love. At night, I’d look out my windows and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I’d utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to heavens, thinking that in time, they’d reach you. And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on my way and that you are longing to see me as well. When I finally fall asleep, you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the only place where I can hold onto you. Long enough to tell you how much I love you. In my dreams, you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, all the more, makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with the hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality. Once again, I am assured that you are worth the wait. By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life- and I would be very thankful they all led me to you! In the meantime, take care of yourself for me, Hold on to our dream and don’t even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course. Don’t worry, don’t be afraid of getting lost, God saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose, lead to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110611273168704657?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110611273168704657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110611273168704657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110611273168704657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110611273168704657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/letter-to-one-that-god-has-prepared.html' title='A letter to the one that god has prepared foe meeh..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110588622025363420</id><published>2005-01-16T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T06:37:00.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wherever you are...</title><content type='html'>I love to see the ocean's beauty&lt;br /&gt;And the moon that shines above&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the sand lookin at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Wishing someday I would find true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be nice to see the morning&lt;br /&gt;With the one you love the most&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be nice to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;To the one you hold so close&lt;br /&gt;To your heart, to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sit in fields of green&lt;br /&gt;Looking deeply thru the sky&lt;br /&gt;Watching birds as they flap by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someday faith will bring me true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be nice to hold someone&lt;br /&gt;So dear, n near your heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be nice to hear those words&lt;br /&gt;I love you, from the one&lt;br /&gt;That you love, that you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see myself one day&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will share her life with me&lt;br /&gt;Selflessly, someday you will find your way,&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are, Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110588622025363420?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110588622025363420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110588622025363420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110588622025363420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110588622025363420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/wherever-you-are.html' title='wherever you are...'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110587361018323340</id><published>2005-01-16T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:58:02.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmp...badtrip...</title><content type='html'>yesterday,we went to my cousin's wedding....there i meet my other cousins whom i dont met before...hehe..coz where not that close to our relatives in my mother's side..for that first time we met we became very close..especially wid my cousins from california..hmmmph...asr nga ee..nhirapan me mg-english dun no..pnka-close co c kuya harold..coz ung closeness nmn prang as in magkapatid kame...sa knya co nfil tlga ung brotherly love..hay..how i miss him...tpos kgbe ngkasundo kme nagigimik ngeon..punta kme dpt dun ng 7...kaasr nga kxe gus2 co sna ule mksma c kuya harold tpos e2ng bwisit cong kuya hnde aco sinundo...mining iniwan nia c0...hmmmph..kxe sobrng protective ng kuya cong un...ksma co na nga sha..ala nga nmng gumwa pa c0 ng bad..sa makati kxe kme gigimik..e bka daw may makita pa ac0ng iba...bsta un n un...ayw kxe nila me pnpapapunta ng makati ee...asr tlga...as if nmng mkikipgkita aco e ksma co sha....grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......badtrip...sobra......&lt;br /&gt;e2 nga pla cla c kuya harold en sizzy hazel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2898/640/2nd%20coz.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2898/400/2nd%20coz.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mah coz&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110587361018323340?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110587361018323340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110587361018323340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110587361018323340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110587361018323340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/hmmmmmmpbadtrip.html' title='hmmmmmmp...badtrip...'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110588716611510854</id><published>2005-01-16T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T06:52:46.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la lng..nkakatouch..</title><content type='html'>A girlfriend and boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;sat outside her house in his car. &lt;br /&gt;Just as she opened the car &lt;br /&gt;door to get out he said,&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, here is a note from me, don't read it until you get inside." &lt;br /&gt;She took it and stuffed it in her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said,&lt;br /&gt;"I can't see you anymore, I'm sorry," &lt;br /&gt;and walked towards her house.&lt;br /&gt;She looked back &lt;br /&gt;at his car as a monster truck hit it, &lt;br /&gt;and he was killed instantly. &lt;br /&gt;She pulled the note out of her pocket and read,&lt;br /&gt;" I would die without you" .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110588716611510854?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110588716611510854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110588716611510854' title='0 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its because there's a lot of things that had been going on in my mind for the past few weeks; thoughts, happenings and experiences....all made me wiser and stronger....and told me that there's more to life.....that particular phrase really rings a bell now!....i don't want to regret yet i do. not because i have loved but because i gave it to a wrong person...anyway, past is past. just let it be a lesson. though until now i wonder why i became the person i was 5 months ago....anyway, let's just leave it there....u'll never understand me.......all i can say now is ~life is wonderful!~.....let us not waste time...come and live life to the fullest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110524411505614501?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110524411505614501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110524411505614501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110524411505614501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110524411505614501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/5-mos-ago.html' title='5 mos. ago..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110571712383754728</id><published>2005-01-14T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T07:50:10.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrRRrrr....bt gnon ka?!</title><content type='html'>ryt now...i dunno wer to start coz im ful of emotions na hnde c0 maexplain..naiiyk ac0..sobwa..bt gnon?? khit anong piliin cong gwin nhihirpn at nssktan aco ...nung pinaglaban kita...sobra ac0ng ngsuffer...sobrang nhirapan...nwala skin lhat2x ng pinahahalgahan co..sobrang nsktn dhil nde tlga tyo pwede lalo na s parents coh...tnanggap co un kxe mhal tlga kita...dba nga sbe nila wen u luv sum1 let him/her go..lalo n kung dun sha mas ssya..den we go separate ways..hinyaan kta s knya coz i know ul be happy wid her..dat she can give u everythin dat i cant give..na mafifill mo s knya lhat ng love n hnde c0 kyang ipafill...i tot nung ntpos tyo..tpos n dn ung pghihirap c0..maaayos n ung buhay co.. pro bkt nde p rn nttpos??..bt kailangn png everytym na maayos n ung lyf c0..drating ka pra guluhin un..i know its not ur intention,en dat nobody wants it to happen... i also know u dont want me to suffer this but its here...nhihirapan n nmn ac0 ng dhil syo..nung unang mghiwaly tyo tiniis c0 lhat nung nfifil c0 khit sobwang skit..tpos nging thimik dn ung buhay c0 nung nkpg-move on n ko..kala co ok. n lhat...ngkaron aco ng bgo en i think nafall n co s knya..kala co maayos n tlga ung lyf co..xe ok. kme ng parents co tpos msya p co s on co.. pro bt gnon??dba mtgal n tyong wla??bt d p rn nttpos ung pghihirp co dhil syo..ok. n sna lhat ee...msya kme ng prents co,ng on co..kxe khit papano my communication kme..msya dn aco s mga brkda co ngeon kxe nkksma co n ulet cla..tpos msya dn tyo as a frends..nblik co n lhat ng nwala sken nung pinglaban kita..tpos..bt gn2 pa??bt kailngang 2mwag ka pa d2 s haws...lm mo nmng lm nila ung num. mo tska my caller id kme..at mas lalong alm mo na badshot ka d2 at bwal aco s fone..bt gnon??do u rili wana ruin mah life?!alm mo nmn ung mkksma sken db??pro bt un pa ung gnwa mo?!..ngaun lhat nang nbalik co..2luyan n namang mwwla en dats bcoz of ur bullshit call..lm mo un...nung una dhil syo kya nwala sken lhat,,tnry cong iblik lhat...dhil n nmn b syo mwwla ulit lht???huh??maawa ka nmn sken..dhil lng s gnwa mo..sobwang grounded n nmn aco...bwal n nmn s lhat...wla n nmn trust ng parents co,mwwlan kme ng communiction ng on co tpos pati brkada co mwwla n nmn..isipin mo nmn ung gnwa mO???sna maisip mo no??lm mo msya co s pagiging mgkaibgan ntin..pro kung dhil n nmn syo mwwla skin lhat..lets stop our friendship..en dont u ever col me nOR SEE ME,.,,prng lm mo un..WLA ACO S MUNDO MO..KXE WLA N TLGA CO S MUNDO MO!!!MTGAL NA....OK???HAYAAN MO N KONG MABUHAY NANG THIMIK AT MASAYA...PAGOD N KONG MSKTN AT MHIRAPN....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110571885421348652</id><published>2005-01-14T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T08:07:34.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sese!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Every now and then &lt;br /&gt;We find a special friend &lt;br /&gt;Who never lets us down &lt;br /&gt;Who understands it all &lt;br /&gt;Reaches out each time you fall &lt;br /&gt;You're the best friend that I've found &lt;br /&gt;I know you can't stay &lt;br /&gt;But part of you will never ever go away &lt;br /&gt;Your heart will stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish for you &lt;br /&gt;And hope it will come true &lt;br /&gt;That life will just be kind &lt;br /&gt;To such a gentle mind &lt;br /&gt;If you lose your way &lt;br /&gt;Think back on yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way &lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need eyes to see &lt;br /&gt;The love you bring to me &lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go &lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll be there &lt;br /&gt;Forever more a part of me &lt;br /&gt;You're everywhere &lt;br /&gt;I'll always care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish for you &lt;br /&gt;And hope it will come true &lt;br /&gt;That life will just be kind &lt;br /&gt;To such a gentle mind &lt;br /&gt;If you lose your way &lt;br /&gt;Think back on yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way &lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be right behind your shoulder watching you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing by your side in all you do &lt;br /&gt;And I won't ever leave &lt;br /&gt;As long as you believe &lt;br /&gt;You just believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish for you &lt;br /&gt;And hope it will come true &lt;br /&gt;That life will just be kind &lt;br /&gt;To such a gentle mind &lt;br /&gt;If you lose your way &lt;br /&gt;Think back on yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way &lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way &lt;br /&gt;This way &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110571885421348652?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110571885421348652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110571885421348652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110571885421348652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110571885421348652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/sese.html' title='sese!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110553733499773051</id><published>2005-01-12T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T05:42:14.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run ni kitchie..</title><content type='html'>[Intro:]&lt;br /&gt;I lie beside a stranger and I hear blue blood running trough his vain&lt;br /&gt;I really don't give a damn 'cause there is nothing in this world that can stop me now&lt;br /&gt;I loved you the way I know but you fit me back right in your pleasure glove&lt;br /&gt;Watch me now, don't underestimate 'cause you never ever see me run, run, run baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] [2x]&lt;br /&gt;Run fast if you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get you anyway&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to hide, baby&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;It's almost over now oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you recognize this hardened heart of mine waiting to be found&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the ground, never will it grow till it make you stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you the way I know but you fit me back right in your pleasure glove&lt;br /&gt;Watch me now, don't underestimate 'cause you never ever see me run, run, run baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Run fast if you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get you anyway&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to hide, baby&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;It's almost over now oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;You taught me things I never dreamed to be&lt;br /&gt;Now your down on your knees begging me please to spare you&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could but, darling, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Run fast if you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get you anyway&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to hide, baby&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;It's almost over now oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Run fast if you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get you anyway&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to hide, baby&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;It's almost over now oh, baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110553733499773051?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110553733499773051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110553733499773051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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palipasin&lt;br /&gt;at subukang lutasin, sa mga sinabi mo na........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[REFRAIN:]&lt;br /&gt;Ibang nararapat sa akin, na tunay kong mamahalin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh wag na wag mong sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;na hindi mo nadama itong........ pag-ibig kong handang&lt;br /&gt;ibigay kht pa kalayaan mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko man inaakala, na ako'y isang bituin na walang sasambahin&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko man ito ipakita, abot langit ang daing, sa mga sinabi mo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[REFRAIN:]&lt;br /&gt;Ibang nararapat sa akin, na tunay kong mamahalin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh wag na wag mong sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;sa hindi mo nadama itong.........pag-ibig kong hanang&lt;br /&gt;ibigay kht pa kalayaan mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;br /&gt;At sa gabi, sinong duduyan sayo?&lt;br /&gt;At sa umaga, ang hangin na hahaplos sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh wag na wag mong sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;na hindi mo nadama itong........ pag-ibig kong handang&lt;br /&gt;ibigay kht pa kalayaan mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110553722165447052?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110553722165447052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110553722165447052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110553722165447052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110553722165447052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/wag-na-wag-mong-sasabhin.html' title='         Wag na wag mong sasabhin...'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110554044039445634</id><published>2005-01-12T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T06:34:00.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 most Romantic things...eeccky..</title><content type='html'>1. Watch the sunset together.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whisper to each other.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cook for each other.&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hold hands&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy gifts for each other.&lt;br /&gt;7. Roses.&lt;br /&gt;8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and&lt;br /&gt;wear it every time you're together.&lt;br /&gt;9. Go for a long walk down the beach at &lt;br /&gt;midnight.&lt;br /&gt;10. Write poetry for each other.&lt;br /&gt;11. Hugs are the universal medicine.&lt;br /&gt;12. Say I love you, only when you mean it and&lt;br /&gt;make sure they know you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetry&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;14. Tell her that she's the only girl you ever&lt;br /&gt;want. Don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;15. Spend every second possible together.&lt;br /&gt;16. Look into each other's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Very lightly push up her chin, look into her&lt;br /&gt;eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;18. When in public, only flirt with each other.&lt;br /&gt;19. Put love notes in their pockets when they&lt;br /&gt;aren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;20. Buy her a ring.&lt;br /&gt;21. Sing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;22. Always hold her around her hips/sides.&lt;br /&gt;23. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for&lt;br /&gt;twodeal.&lt;br /&gt;24. Spaghetti? (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?)&lt;br /&gt;25. Hold her hand, stare into her eyes, kiss&lt;br /&gt;her hand and then put it over your heart.&lt;br /&gt;26. Dance together.&lt;br /&gt;27. I love the way a girl looks right after she's&lt;br /&gt;fallen asleep with her head in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;28. Do cute things like write I love you in a&lt;br /&gt;note so that they have to look in a mirror to &lt;br /&gt;read it.&lt;br /&gt;29. Make excuses to call them every 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;30. Even if you are really busy doing something,&lt;br /&gt;go out of your way to call and say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;31. Call from your vacation spot to tell them&lt;br /&gt;you were thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;32. Remember your dreams and tell her&lt;br /&gt;about them.&lt;br /&gt;34. Tell each other your most sacred &lt;br /&gt;secrets/fears.&lt;br /&gt;35. Be Prince Charming to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;36. Brush her hair out of her face for her.&lt;br /&gt;37. Hang out with his/her friends.&lt;br /&gt;38. Go to church/pray/worship together.&lt;br /&gt;39. Take her to see a romantic movie and&lt;br /&gt;remember the parts she liked.&lt;br /&gt;40. Learn from each other and don't make the&lt;br /&gt;same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;41. Describe the joy you feel just to be with&lt;br /&gt;him/her.&lt;br /&gt;42. Make sacrifices for each other.&lt;br /&gt;43. Really love each other, or don't stay&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;44. Let there never be a second during any&lt;br /&gt;givenday that you aren't thinking about them, &lt;br /&gt;and make sure they know it.&lt;br /&gt;45. Love yourself before you love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;46. Learn to say sweet things in foreign&lt;br /&gt;languages.&lt;br /&gt;47. Dedicate songs to them on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;48. Fall asleep on the phone with each other.&lt;br /&gt;49. Stand up for them when someone talks&lt;br /&gt;trash.&lt;br /&gt;50. Never forget the kiss goodnight and&lt;br /&gt;alwaysremember to say, "Sweet dreams."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110554044039445634?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110554044039445634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110554044039445634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110554044039445634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110554044039445634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/50-most-romantic-thingseeccky.html' title='50 most Romantic things...eeccky..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110535598014735955</id><published>2005-01-10T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T03:21:31.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>++how to control emotions++</title><content type='html'>This would give you guides on how to control your emotions&lt;br /&gt;towards yourbetter-half, friends, &gt;officemates and all the people around you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 rules of practicing "ugaling langit - ugaling kaaya-aya"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ang naunang magalit ang may karapatang magalit...&lt;br /&gt;Pag naunahan ka nang galit nya...tahimik ka na lang muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Walang taong nag-aaway mag-isa...&lt;br /&gt;Pag di kayo sumagot orpumatol...&lt;br /&gt;titigil din daw ang taong nakikipag away sa inyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ang taong galit, "Bingi".&lt;br /&gt;If someone is angry...wala dawpinakikinggan.&lt;br /&gt;So dont try to explain and fight back&lt;br /&gt;coz di ka nya iintindihin dahil walas'yang naririnig&lt;br /&gt;kundi ang sarili nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ang taong galit..abnoy.&lt;br /&gt;According sa pastor, biblical daw ito...&lt;br /&gt;coz the Lord said when He was crucified...&lt;br /&gt;"Father, patawarin mo sila dahil hindi nila alam ang kanilang ginagawa"...&lt;br /&gt;modern term for these kinds ofpeople are abnoys....&lt;br /&gt;so you better not get angry para wag ka matawagna abnoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should also know and realize&lt;br /&gt;that the persons who make your day badare jewels...&lt;br /&gt;coz you need them for you to mature...&lt;br /&gt;hanggat andyan daw sila at kinaiinisan mo...&lt;br /&gt;ibig sabihin immature ka pa din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will not take away those people...&lt;br /&gt;its for you to take away your badfeelings towards them.&lt;br /&gt;You'll know na mature ka na pag dumating&lt;br /&gt;yung time na di ka na naiinis sa mga taong&lt;br /&gt;ito coz you have learned to accept them and&lt;br /&gt;to have patience with them...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the best part of this is to tell yourself na,&lt;br /&gt;because of thisperson,&lt;br /&gt;I will grow mature and that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAHIL SA CONTRIBUTION N'YA SA MATURITY MO,&lt;br /&gt;KUKUNIN DIN SYA NI LORD."&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110535598014735955?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110535598014735955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110535598014735955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110535598014735955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110535598014735955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-control-emotions.html' title='++how to control emotions++'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110524294648599484</id><published>2005-01-09T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T19:55:46.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>++nueve daw++</title><content type='html'>naks...fave. date c0 t0 date...in the past i olweiz look forward to every 9th day a month has..but now i hate it...how i wish ders no more 9th day in a month..coz in every 9th day of the month il olweiz remember that hated day of my lyf..hmmmmmph....yok0 ng maicp un..kxe naiiyak lng ac0..harhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110524294648599484?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110524294648599484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110524294648599484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110524294648599484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110524294648599484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/nueve-daw.html' title='++nueve daw++'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110519093937571998</id><published>2005-01-08T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T05:31:25.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iv learned frm my mistakes..im a bettr person now.. </title><content type='html'>if you're afraid to love a person because of friendship, you have two choices: either tell what you feel and let the love take place or hide the feeling under a friendship full of pretensions.It's hard for two people to love each other when they live in two different worlds but when these two worlds collide and become one, that's what you call magic!Love can never be so beautiful without friendship.One leads to another and the process is irreversible. The best of lovers is the greatest offriends!I like you because you're my friend, and because you are my friend I care, and because I care, I love you. I don't love you because you are my friend, Ilove you because I do!Sometimes I've asked myself, what would make me happy? To think that I have everything else, I get what I want. Then I realized it was YOU, too bad 'cause it's you can't have. I can't choose who I'm gonna love, but I also can't just love who chooses to love me.And you can't blame me in choosing to love youas much as I can't blame you for not learning to love me. I'm sorry if you can't love me the way you loved the one before me, so I'll let you go find him/her and hope someday you'll see that the one true love you're looking for was the one who set you free."How can I say goodbye to someone I never had?Why do tears fall for someone who was nevermine? Why is that I miss someone I was never with and I ask why I love someone who's love was never mine?"Isn't it funny we're trying to catch the attention of the one we think we love; we hardly notice the one we're really looking for was just there. You don't notice them 'till they are in the arms of someone else.Food for thought, think of this:Have you really cared for someone more than you expected? Have you ever tried to love him/her despite of allthe pain?Will you keep on loving him/her as he/shewhispers someone else's name?Will you?It's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose that someone you love with your useless pride. When you love someone, don't expect that person to love you back the same amount. One of you will be ahead, the other behind. It's either you catch up or the other waits.When you love, you must not accept anything in return, for if you do, you're not loving but Investing.If you love, you must prepare to accept pain, for if you expect happiness, you're not loving but using. True love hears what is not spoken, and understands what is not explained, for love doesn't work in the mouth, nor the mind, but in the heart...Love is like standing on wet cement, the longer you stay the harder it is to leave and you can never go without leaving your prints behind. Don't love a person like a flower, because a flower dies in season. Love them like a river because a river flows forever. Love doesn't have to have a happy ending, 'cause love doesn't have to end at all. Never be afraid to fall in love. It may hurt a lot, it may give you aches and pains, but if you don'tfollow your heart, in the end you will cry even more for not giving love a chance.Love may leave your heart like shattered glass,but keep in mind that there's someone who'll be willing to endure the pain of picking up the pieces so you could be whole again.The cruelest thing a guy could do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110519093937571998?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110519093937571998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110519093937571998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110519093937571998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110519093937571998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/iv-learned-frm-my-mistakesim-bettr.html' title='iv learned frm my mistakes..im a bettr person now.. '/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110517004110826006</id><published>2005-01-08T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T19:45:00.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dhoze,pra say0 t0h....</title><content type='html'>It was not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;when I thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd never meet someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong was I,&lt;br /&gt;thinking I'm in control&lt;br /&gt;Believing I'd never fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I thought&lt;br /&gt;no one would melt a heart like mine,&lt;br /&gt;a heart so cold,&lt;br /&gt;a heart hardened by the past,&lt;br /&gt;protected by shields so vast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I was falling&lt;br /&gt;without even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out too late&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice&lt;br /&gt;but to accept my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could dream,&lt;br /&gt;I suppose forever,&lt;br /&gt;I could hope there will never be any 'us',&lt;br /&gt;that's our destiny&lt;br /&gt;so I wake up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied when I said I didn't love you,&lt;br /&gt;that my feelings for you are through.&lt;br /&gt;I lied not because I wanted to but&lt;br /&gt;because I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do a thing to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;but I just have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold on much longer&lt;br /&gt;'coz for us there's no forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110517004110826006?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110516146635260702</id><published>2005-01-07T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:17:46.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2898/640/wla%20lng.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2898/400/wla%20lng.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wla lng...wasted...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110516146635260702?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110516146635260702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110516146635260702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110516146635260702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110516146635260702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/wla-lng.html' title=''/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110516093276173768</id><published>2005-01-06T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T06:51:03.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a special qoute 4 me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we usually hear d qoute:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"which is harder to do, letting d one you love loves you or loving d one hu loves u...both hard ayt? but the harder is when your now falling to the one hu loves u and the one u love is also starting to fall 4 u?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dats wat hapening 2 me ayt now..and i dunno wat 2 d0..can sumbody help me??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110516093276173768?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110516093276173768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110516093276173768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110516093276173768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110516093276173768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/special-qoute-4-me.html' title='a special qoute 4 me'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110526896690045578</id><published>2004-10-24T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T03:09:26.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move 0n</title><content type='html'>sumbody gave me a poem..&lt;br /&gt;it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to all the pains you hide&lt;br /&gt;you wont need the,put them aside&lt;br /&gt;Take a step and carry on&lt;br /&gt;remember to look,&lt;br /&gt;but dont forget to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wipe your tears away,put a smile&lt;br /&gt;for another day&lt;br /&gt;you've cried enough&lt;br /&gt;everything will be okay;&lt;br /&gt;Go out from the dark &amp; be strong&lt;br /&gt;Hide no more you must move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave all your worries &amp; troubles behind&lt;br /&gt;There's so much happiness out there&lt;br /&gt;You should find;&lt;br /&gt;Dont waste your time keeping yourself alone&lt;br /&gt;Seek for helping hand &amp; move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid of the road ahead of u&lt;br /&gt;Set a goal to see u through;&lt;br /&gt;What uve lost will come back its nver gone&lt;br /&gt;Find ur happiness go on!move on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOthings to difficult to wat youve seen through&lt;br /&gt;Trials are a part of life that makes u a bettr person,&lt;br /&gt;s0,whenever u feel that problems&lt;br /&gt;Just keep c0ming along&lt;br /&gt;Be wiling to stumble,But never forget to move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110526896690045578?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110526896690045578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110526896690045578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110526896690045578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110526896690045578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2004/10/move-0n.html' title='Move 0n'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110545478730160100</id><published>2004-10-23T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T06:54:08.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost smile..dhoze c0..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmmmph...keln kya ac0 ulet mgiging msaya?!nde xe ac0 msya ngaun ee..at nmimiss c0 n ung smile c0..but i kn0w u w0nt agree c0z u always see me smile &amp; laugh if im wid my frends but for me the smile that u can see is differnt from the smile &amp;amp; happiness dat rili came from the heart...ung saya na ksma ung puso..ung bang may galak sa puso mo...lalim...keln c0 kya ule mafifil un?!....How i wish sooner or later someone will come to bring back the smile that i have lost once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110545478730160100?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110545478730160100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110545478730160100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110545478730160100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110545478730160100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost-smiledhoze-c0.html' title='lost smile..dhoze c0..'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110628983493638617</id><published>2004-10-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:45:59.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe..inlove..bgay 2 sken b4 ni...secwet</title><content type='html'>The day that i met you girl&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we had something &lt;br /&gt;going on&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if it was love&lt;br /&gt;But i knew that we were going to &lt;br /&gt;keep going on&lt;br /&gt;We started dating and we had fun&lt;br /&gt;When your dad got home, and i &lt;br /&gt;started to run&lt;br /&gt;Fun Times and Funny Times,we &lt;br /&gt;always laughed&lt;br /&gt;Sad Times, we were sad&lt;br /&gt;When you laughed, i laughed&lt;br /&gt;you cried, i cried&lt;br /&gt;you were mad, i was mad&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter what&lt;br /&gt;We'll always ride together and die &lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;Best couple forever&lt;br /&gt;You had my back, and i had your &lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;I love you babygirl and its going to &lt;br /&gt;be like that........FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;People say it takes time to find your &lt;br /&gt;true love&lt;br /&gt;Well i found this in a short period of &lt;br /&gt;time and im madly in love with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110628983493638617?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110628983493638617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110628983493638617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110628983493638617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110628983493638617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/2004/10/heheinlovebgay-2-sken-b4-nisecwet.html' title='hehe..inlove..bgay 2 sken b4 ni...secwet'/><author><name>L i E z L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943513296747475514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10022192.post-110526382897239892</id><published>2004-05-15T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T05:14:29.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby t0h...</title><content type='html'>For you I give a lifetime of stablility,&lt;br /&gt;anything you want of me, nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;For you there are no words or ways to show my love&lt;br /&gt;or all the thoughts I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this life is no good alone&lt;br /&gt;since we've become one I've made a change&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do now makes sense,&lt;br /&gt;all roads end, all I do is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I share the cup of love that overflows&lt;br /&gt;and anyone who knows us knows that I&lt;br /&gt;would change all faults I have&lt;br /&gt;For you there is no low or high or in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my heart that you haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I share all I have and am,&lt;br /&gt;nothing I've said is hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;And all I feel I feel deeper still&lt;br /&gt;and always will all this love is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every note that I play, every word I might say,&lt;br /&gt;every melody I feel&lt;br /&gt;Are only for you and your appeal&lt;br /&gt;Every page that I write,&lt;br /&gt;everyday of my life would not be filled without the things&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you now brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd make a promise of fidelity,&lt;br /&gt;now and for eternity&lt;br /&gt;No one could replace this vow&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd take your hand and heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything and add to them a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this life is no good alone,&lt;br /&gt; since we've become one you're all I know&lt;br /&gt;And if this feeling should leave I'd die and here's why&lt;br /&gt;All I am is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do now makes sense, all roads end and all I do...&lt;br /&gt;Is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10022192-110526382897239892?l=xelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110526382897239892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10022192&amp;postID=110526382897239892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10022192/posts/default/110526382897239892'/><link rel='self' 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