<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729</id><updated>2009-02-21T20:10:28.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do not copy!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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timesYou've put me through so muchI'm tired of being hurt by you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-114760599175203679?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/114760599175203679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=114760599175203679' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114760599175203679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114760599175203679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/05/youve-hurt-me-to-many-timesyouve-put.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-114717723998366035</id><published>2006-05-09T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:28:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/1600/nobela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/320/nobela.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngumiti kahit na napipilitan&lt;br /&gt;Kahit pa sinasadya&lt;br /&gt;Mo akong masaktan paminsan-minsan&lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulad mo ba akong nahihirapan&lt;br /&gt;Lalo’t naiisip ka&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na kaya pa na kalimutan&lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At aalis magbabalik&lt;br /&gt;At uuliting sabihin&lt;br /&gt;Na mahalin ka’t sambitin&lt;br /&gt;Kahit muling masaktan&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag-alis&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y magbabalik&lt;br /&gt;At sana naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang marikit na alaala’y&lt;br /&gt;Pangitaing kay ganda&lt;br /&gt;Sana nga’y pagbigyan&lt;br /&gt;Na ng tadhana&lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumabay sa biglang pagkabahala’t&lt;br /&gt;Lumabis ang pagtataka&lt;br /&gt;Tunay na pagsintang di alintana&lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat 1st stanza]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-114717723998366035?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/114717723998366035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=114717723998366035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114717723998366035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114717723998366035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/05/ngumiti-kahit-na-napipilitan-kahit-pa.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-114552845144415658</id><published>2006-04-20T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:20:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the way we finish each other's sentences.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I know you'll never give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that I wouldn't ever give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;I love how beautiful your eyes are.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I can't imagine a day without you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way if we were ever separated I wouldn't know how to go on.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we cuddle and watch sunsets together.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we sometimes stay up all night and just talk, then watch the sunrise together.&lt;br /&gt;I love how I know you'll always be there when I need you to be.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that I will always be there for you too.&lt;br /&gt;I love how when I dream of my life partner, the only person that I can see is you.&lt;br /&gt;I love how complete I feel when I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;I love how our bodies just fit together.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you won't compromise yourself when we are together.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you won't let me compromise myself.&lt;br /&gt;I love your thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;I love your tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;I love your ability to speak without saying a single word.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we glance at each other across the room and know what each other is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way, how even though we may be miles apart I still feel like you're right here with me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you surprise me with the perfect gifts that show you pay attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you'll watch a sporting game with me even though you may not be interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you treat my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love your love for the things that interest me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you let me live my life freely without jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you demand respect but are not controlling.&lt;br /&gt;I love how I would do anything in this world to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you would do anything in this world to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way your voice sounds over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way your voice sounds when you whisper sweet nothings in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;I love the completeness and oneness I feel when we make love.&lt;br /&gt;I love your sensuality.&lt;br /&gt;I love how our romance feels like the perfect romance movie.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you are my soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you handle troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you respect me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you protect and defend me.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you feel when we cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;I love the softness of your lips against mine.&lt;br /&gt;I love the softness of you lips against my body.&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of your hair brushing against me when we make love.&lt;br /&gt;I love laying in bed at night talking about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I love waking up to find we've been cuddling together all night.&lt;br /&gt;I love the surprises you leave for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love your intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;I love your ingenuity.&lt;br /&gt;I love your ability to make friends where ever we go.&lt;br /&gt;I love your love for life.&lt;br /&gt;I love your passion for your hobbies and interests.&lt;br /&gt;I love how every time I look at you, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;I love how I thank God everyday for bringing someone as wonderful as you into my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact you gave me the gift of our children.&lt;br /&gt;I love the special moments that we shared that will remain my fondest memories of you and I.&lt;br /&gt;I love spending the holidays with the one person I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;I love how my heart skips a beat whenever you walk into the room.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I love how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love the ways you choose to show your affection for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you inspire me to be more than I am.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you spark my creativity and imagination.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me feel like anything is possible as long as I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;I love your sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me feel like royalty.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you dress.&lt;br /&gt;I love your understated elegance.&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;I love your spontaneity.&lt;br /&gt;I love our life together.&lt;br /&gt;I love how if I died right now I would be the happiest person alive knowing I found my one true love.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that we will grow old together.&lt;br /&gt;I love your way with words.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look when your sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you think you look awful when you first wake up when it is actually then I find you the most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I love your willingness to share everything and most especially your heart with me.&lt;br /&gt;I love your strength of character.&lt;br /&gt;I love taking showers together.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you leave me love notes to find whenever you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you treat me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;I love your cooking.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you take the time to thank me for doing every day things.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you show your affection when we are around friends and/or family.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you are not scared to show your affection when we are in public.&lt;br /&gt;I love your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;I love your ability to make me feel better when times are tough.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we make up after a fight.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you treat our children.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you support me when I'm off track.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you take the time to show me how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I love your beautiful hair.&lt;br /&gt;I love your body.&lt;br /&gt;I love your openness to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;I love your ability to talk things through.&lt;br /&gt;I love your courage to be you.&lt;br /&gt;I love your greatness.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that you want to be with me and only me.&lt;br /&gt;I love how I am and feel when I am with you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-114552845144415658?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/114552845144415658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=114552845144415658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114552845144415658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114552845144415658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-way-we-finish-each-others.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-114552781008258995</id><published>2006-04-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:10:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart belonged to you all those years ago, Just as your heart belonged to me. We were to suffer a cruel fate that would tear us apart but how were we to know that all those years ago?The path's we chose took us in seperate directions~We found each other again as well as we found the love we once shared but better this time. We are currently and always will be on the same path of life...For our lives and eternal love for each other are moving in the same direction.My heart belongs to you once more, Just as your heart belongs to me. I just wanted to tell you I love you and that deep down we both know this was truly meant to be.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-114552781008258995?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/114552781008258995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=114552781008258995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114552781008258995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114552781008258995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/04/spy-my-heart-belonged-to-you-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-114552766248259986</id><published>2006-04-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:07:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In silence we mostly stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always together we had prayed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But something happened and we fell apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crushing my dreams, and breaking my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be loved by you was a gift from above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have a confession to make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it involves the word love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to say it for my hearts sake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart won't allow me to let you go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It yearns and misses you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to leave to mend the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you wanted me to stay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know you drive me absolutely insane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadened and hurting my heart goes on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that it'll be forever gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because in your hands is where it lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alone and depressed it sadly cries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love meant so much to me at one time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made it clear with every rhyme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we had I cherish most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you know that I'll never forget it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will always be in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now is where I start my confession,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please know that this is how I truly feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for once in my life, you made it all real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me happy through my depression,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me love when I was giving up on myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we were together you made me feel free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me feel like I could do anything if I had you with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart knows no bounderies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time meant nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you from afar is hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the hand I've been delt had faulty cards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For here I am writing this goodbye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurts me to write this, all I can do is cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you had intentions that you just didn't show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's hard and sometimes you just want to let go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I'll let you go now, though my heart still says no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll take awhile but some day I'll understand That you will no longer be my ever loving man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't hear you call my name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing will ever be the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't ever feel your most intimate touch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God knows though, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll miss you so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you with all my heart and soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me feel I finally belonged, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and made me whole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know sometimes love proves wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know sometimes love proves right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But through it all I believed you were the one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still believe that, though we're now done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How this happened, I just don't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a love so deep, it was unbreakable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye isn't forever though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't want me the way you did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't stay if thats how you feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you said you still want to meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know there's still a chance in real life for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to believe that was true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was kidding myself, and I was kidding you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love isn't forever like I thought it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned it as a child from a fairy tale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fairy tales are a lie to catch the weak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To put in their minds the things they can not seek,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things I once believed in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can't anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because every time I believed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems my heart got sore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make this shorter I'll stop here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just know one thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My greatest confession that I have to make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that I love you too much to just walk away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-114552766248259986?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/114552766248259986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=114552766248259986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114552766248259986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114552766248259986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-silence-we-mostly-stayalways.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-114552612328584669</id><published>2006-04-20T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:00:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A TRASH!!! JUST GOT IT FROM THE CLOSET... no meaning... no hidden agenda... just a part of the history... (believe me!!!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i find no courage on telling you this right straight to your face. im such a klutz and a coward for that matter.i have a story to tell. a tale maybe left to be untold. but i chose to tell due to reasons you might understand after you read it.remembering how everything started is a pain. why? because i cant remember it anymore. insignificant? maybe that time, y-e-s. a princess was with a prince (or maybe she thought shes with one) the princess was happy (or maybe she thought she is) the princess came to a point of letting go gradually... painfully...surrendering to the unexplainable feeling of hurt and madness... (or maybe she wanted to believe that she experienced it) her heart, a so so unexperienced heart was broken into pieces... she poured her heart with friends... friends she trusted more of her life in a new system she thought she cant stand with. on her pouring of very sourful heart, then came a stranger. a new stranger she thought that would not even make a mark in her life. a new stranger that can be or not, her true friend. it was not until she found comfort on the sides of this new chum. she hadn't realize what is really happening until one cold, rainy midnight, out of the blue and without a clue, the princess, in a way, disclosed her feelings towards a stranger who loves another princess. feeling rejected (GOD for the second time) the princess was unable to discuss what she really wanted to say... it was not love, she was sure of that thing. she cant say the it was him he wanted to be with.. maybe she can live without him... but...as jen aniston said in rumor has it... "i just dont want to.." yes, the princess dont want to live a life without this stranger. she felt "something" that was felt towards someone whom you longed for. but it was not love that time. i can attest to that. (i was the princess' alter ego by the way) but it was something she's unsure of... so she tried to forget her feelings. redirected her attention. but then, it pains her more to see that she cant do something about the unexplainable feeling she has with this stranger. she's happy when she's with him. happier when she hears stories about his father's curiosity. happiest when he looks at her eyes. direct. with a snap. she's sad when he's nowhere to be found. sadder when he cant be reached. saddest when no 'hello' for a day is received. and she even experienced jealousy. her friends in her rubbish castle told her that maybe she started falling in love with him. but how? and why?! why would the princess allowed such silly feeling. he can never be hers. it was a stupid idea. she told the queen about her feelings. the great queen just said, "let go... he's meant for somebody else." in pain, she eventually let go of the feeling, but not the person. but it was very hard. she sees him every day (or maybe she longed to see him every single day) then something happened. it twisted everything. it twisted the masterplan. all that started as 'hirits' became shocking reality bites... all that started as 'biro' became electric bolts that hit the princess... fragile as she was... the experiences left her crying -- again. she wanted to fight for what she felt... she wanted to tell the world that its him she wanted to cry, laugh, watch movies, star gaze, run, fight... but she cant, because it will only cause her another pain that she knows she cant bear anymore. she wanted to quit. just like it. erase him in her life. he wouldnt allow it (or maybe it is what the princess thought) easy way out? no... its the hardest way out... leaving someone is never easy... the stranger is stupid for saying that it was... until now, everything is left hangin' maybe the princess doesnt like the idea... but it was the only way... the only way to keep him.. the only way to have a small part of him... a great man said, 'throw everything away... all the sad stories... the princess should not leave painful stories in her heart' b-u-t not all are sad... not all are painful... not all... most of it is a treasure.. a sure keeper.. but then a decision must be made. she heard from a friend how deeply in love is the stranger to her princess. and also, it was informed to her that the princess, in return, have feelings for the stranger. with that news, the princess made her decision.she may not know if its love or what..that had happened to her...but she's positive that she'll let go of the feeling she had for the stranger because.. like the line from a movie... "he's not here to fight... to fight with me..." and as soon as he read this, he was free from her.you are free from my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-114552612328584669?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/114552612328584669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=114552612328584669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114552612328584669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114552612328584669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/04/trash-just-got-it-from-closet.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-114387343781609089</id><published>2006-04-01T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:42:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/1600/ret.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/320/ret.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You short little bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you die,&lt;br /&gt;and burn in hell too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're punk,&lt;br /&gt;and you call me a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Yea I bet you fuckin,&lt;br /&gt;want a piece of that cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you and ____,&lt;br /&gt;are attached at the hip.&lt;br /&gt;Yea fuckin right.&lt;br /&gt;What's up with your fuckin lip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody fuckin likes you,&lt;br /&gt;So just fuckin go away.&lt;br /&gt;You waste your breathe when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives a fuck what you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bug the shit out of me with&lt;br /&gt;your "I think I'm punk" shit.&lt;br /&gt;You wish someone would,&lt;br /&gt;lick your fuckin clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand your bitch ass,&lt;br /&gt;at cafe you act all shy.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say to you is&lt;br /&gt;SUCK A DICK BITCH DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run your fuckin mouth,&lt;br /&gt;behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the childish shit,&lt;br /&gt;and go suck on ____'s sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont give a fuck if,&lt;br /&gt;you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anything to do with you,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have to be a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;If you didnt open your fuckin mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see you I just want to shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRGGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like this poem because I fuckin do.&lt;br /&gt;It was written specialy for you,&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;* AY NAKOW... INSECURITIES MIGHT KILL PEOPLE! WAAH! AYT?!!! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;hApPy 25TH MaNsErI mAHaL!!! LOVE KITA! ...A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-114387343781609089?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/114387343781609089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=114387343781609089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114387343781609089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/114387343781609089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-short-little-bitch-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-113645846751037152</id><published>2006-01-05T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:54:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Letting Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;After breaking up with someone you loved, even if you were the one who decided to end it and don't feel rejected, you still feel a sense of loss, and you ache for the love you were getting that's now gone. All these feelings have to work themselves out of your system. It's a process you must go through, similar to grieving or getting over an addiction, and some researchers say that it can take up to half as long as the relationship lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, just as there are ways to make the "In Love" feeling happen (see "Why People Love"), there are ways to encourage the "Out Of Love" feeling as well. Here are some proven guidelines for helping you regain a normal emotional state in the shortest period of time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Make a clean break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quit seeing your ex, totally. You've become addicted to their love, and the only way to recover is cold turkey. If you keep seeing him or her, it's like a drug addict begging for "just one more" hit. Don't call. Don't "just be friends." Because each time you get close enough to your ex to get the good parts of what you once had, you'll get the bad parts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Write a last love letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;There are always so many things you still want to say to your ex. Write a letter that says them all and then don't send it. Put it away. Just writing it will make you feel better. You'll be relieved of carrying around the thoughts in your mind and free yourself for new and better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Make a "hate list"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break up, you often forget the bad times and only yearn for the good ones. Before you forget, write down every nasty mean thing your ex ever did so that you can look at the list whenever you start to feel nostalgic for your old romance. (Don't send this, either...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Use "thought-stopping" to combat sad thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you think, "If only I could get (him or her) back, everything would be all right." Or, "I just wish I could see (him or her) one more time." These thoughts will only frustrate you and make you sad. Stop the unhappy thoughts by keeping a rubber band around your wrist. When you have the obsessive thoughts about your ex, snap the rubber band as soon as the thought starts to happen. That way you'll begin to associate the sad thoughts with the aversion therapy you're using. After a while, the thoughts will stop by themselves as soon as they start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Avoid sad associations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't listen to sad songs on the radio. Skip the stations that remind you of your ex. Listen to music without words for a while. Don't go to the places you went with your ex. Put away all the pictures and momentos that remind you of your ex. Put away the gifts you got and even rearrange your furniture or stay with a friend for awhile if there are too many sad memories at home. Stay away from friends of your ex and avoid seeking gossip about your ex. Whatever you hear, you won't feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Find someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Force yourself to date. Don't be a recluse. I know you're not ready to get serious about someone else yet, but it's important to get out and get circulating, and a new man or woman in your life will be a pleasant distraction. But resist the temptation to cry on their shoulder, no matter how sympatico they seem. Don't even start to tell the new person about your ex and how bad it was. Just enjoy the new relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-113645846751037152?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/113645846751037152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=113645846751037152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113645846751037152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113645846751037152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/01/letting-go-after-breaking-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-113645790995527658</id><published>2006-01-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:49:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch! Para sa mga iniwanan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naturally, when someone leaves you, you feel as if you've been rejected. You have been. And it doesn't really matter what the reasons are, you're going to feel terrible. Broken-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason you feel so bad may actually have more to do with your future fantasies than with present day reality. When you lose someone, you aren't just losing that person for today, you're losing the fantasy of spending the rest of your life with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You feel disoriented and generally awful because you've become used to having the other person in your life, to thinking about him or her, and futurizing about your future together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've become addicted to the pleasure you got from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all want to control the source of our pleasure, and when that source is taken away, our first instinct is to try to get it back. Don't. Instead, take steps to get over the person as soon as possible. Like grieving, it's a process which you work through in stages. Follow the steps in your heart to make the process go as fast and as painlessly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, your friends will probably urge you to keep busy and get involved in new activities. It's good advice, but you may feel too miserable to follow it. I'm going to give you two reasons to try, and then give you a secret for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, don't give your ex the satisfaction of hearing that you're moping around so he or she can say, "See, who'd want to be stuck with that sad sack?" Second, although it would be admittedly terrible timing, Mr. or Ms. Right could pop into your life right now, and you wouldn't want to be so busy carrying a torch for your ex that you'd miss the opportunity of a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-113645790995527658?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/113645790995527658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=113645790995527658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113645790995527658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113645790995527658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2006/01/ouch-para-sa-mga-iniwanan-naturally.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-113506034132190256</id><published>2005-12-20T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:32:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/1600/ret.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/320/ret.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nakakapagod pero masarap!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; namimiss ko na hubby ko...=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-113506034132190256?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/113506034132190256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=113506034132190256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113506034132190256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113506034132190256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/12/nakakapagod-pero-masarap-namimiss-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-113210972187257677</id><published>2005-11-16T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:55:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>errors during upload of photos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-113210972187257677?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/113210972187257677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=113210972187257677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113210972187257677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113210972187257677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/11/errors-during-upload-of-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-113187460007799328</id><published>2005-11-13T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:36:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;gusto ni spyder ito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/1600/interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/320/interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-113187460007799328?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/113187460007799328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=113187460007799328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113187460007799328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113187460007799328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/11/gusto-ni-spyder-ito.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-113144252289162899</id><published>2005-11-08T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:35:23.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/1600/dino.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/320/dino.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just like this baby, pagod na din ang mahal ko... i wanted to help him (really...) but i'm so helpless... uh oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-113144252289162899?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/113144252289162899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=113144252289162899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113144252289162899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113144252289162899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-like-this-baby-pagod-na-din-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-113117937682250199</id><published>2005-11-05T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:29:36.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang tagal kong walang blog... masyadong busy at sinaktan na naman ako ni kupido!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12 sure fire signs that the end is near... (katapusan na nga ba ni spyyyder at ni danda?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting dumped -- it happens to the best of us and nothing feels worse. Losing love is hard enough but add rejection to the mix and it can be devastating. When you've been dumped it feels like your world is closing in to smother you and you wonder if you will ever feel happy again. The good news is "yes" one day you will feel happy again, you will love again and the loss will become nothing more than a life experience. But when you are in the middle of it, caught in those end days of a once blossoming relationship, it can feel like the confusion will never end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. S/he is suddenly busy all the time, and never seems to have time to spend with you. When you find yourself becoming less and less of a time priority, even if the reasons for the distance seem logical, it is never a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;2. You find that only your fingers do any walking. If you are the only one who ever picks up the phone, especially if the phone calling used to be split pretty equally, break up bells should start ringing.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you call, more often than not you are asked to leave a message. Be it a parent, sib or friend, if somebody else always seems to answer the phone and take a message you are probably being screened, and we don't screen people we want to talk to!&lt;br /&gt;4. S/he says s/he is one place but is really another. People do not tend to lie for no reason, if s/he is not being honest about where s/he is or who s/he is with there is rarely a noble reason for the deception.&lt;br /&gt;5. You don't seem to connect anymore. Remember how when you were first getting together you would run into each other in unexpected places, like between classes or at the mall? If these "accidental" meetings become less common place it may be no accident at all.&lt;br /&gt;6. Her/his friends seem distant. When somebody wants out of a relationship they often let their friends in on the secret well ahead of time. If your steady's friends seem less friendly it is a good indicator that they know something you don't and that it probably isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;7. The lovin' is gone! When affection and PDAs (public displays of affection) start to dwindle is could mean the fire of love is also going out.&lt;br /&gt;8. S/he starts introducing you to new people as "a friend". If s/he is calling you a friend that is all s/he sees you as -- bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;9. You seem to be fighting a lot about little things. Lots of little fights often mean much bigger things are really at issue.&lt;br /&gt;10. Kissing and telling. Respect is a relationship essential, once it has been compromised the relationship often follows suit.&lt;br /&gt;11. You just can't seem to do ANYTHING right. Be it the style of your hair or the way you walk, if your steady suddenly finds fault with everything you do s/he is probably trying to push you away.&lt;br /&gt;12. You avoid any conversation that begins with "we have to talk" or "I don't know how to say this." If your steady is using these opening lines a break up speech usually follows. If you are avoiding conversations that start like this it is probably because you sense that a break up is near and think tha if you avoid the talk it won't happen. You are wrong, if a person wants out of a relationship they will get out whether you let them tell you or not. Avoiding this talk is just prolonging the inevitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-113117937682250199?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/113117937682250199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=113117937682250199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113117937682250199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113117937682250199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/11/ang-tagal-kong-walang-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-113055301401315618</id><published>2005-10-29T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T10:35:05.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Days After my B-day(boring day!!!=0)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ano nga ba nagyari?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;ano&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m-o-r-n-i-n-g&lt;br /&gt;1 "litanya" from dad and mom &lt;namisahan aga=")"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour taking a bath&lt;br /&gt;1 spicy chicken noodle &lt;as&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;1 hour convincing my Dino to go with me inMakati&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl of pork caldereta and adobo &lt;courtesy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 P1000 bill in my pocket for the whole day &lt;nah!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n-o-o-n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 "sermon" from Dino&lt;br /&gt;1 ride going to Ayala&lt;br /&gt;1 wrong route going back to Ayala Av &lt;that&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour walking in G4&lt;br /&gt;1 yucky hanky&lt;br /&gt;1 missed call from Tita Nona in Spain&lt;br /&gt;1 Mcfloat &lt;wala&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 numb foot&lt;br /&gt;1 bad-hair-day&lt;br /&gt;1 P500 bill left in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;1 wet umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e-v-e-n-i-n-g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 loooonnnnnnnnnngg "sermon" from tito's and tita's&lt;br /&gt;1 hour left before my unlimited text ends&lt;br /&gt;1 new flipflop&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of rice &lt;diet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thigh part of chicken &lt;oops!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of lemonade&lt;br /&gt;1 120 mL of Jean Patou From Mimi Lez &lt;nice&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 call from superfwends &lt;to&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but Dino made it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"REALLY"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; incredibly special!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-113055301401315618?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/113055301401315618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=113055301401315618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113055301401315618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/113055301401315618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-days-after-my-b-dayboring-day0ano.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112953400820444738</id><published>2005-10-17T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:26:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**THINGS GIRLS THINK GUYS SHOULD KNOW**&lt;/div&gt;For your Monday funny bone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ever lie to us, we always find out.&lt;br /&gt;2. We don't enjoy talking dirty to you as much as you enjoy listening.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't say you understand when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls are pretty, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;5. You don't have PMS; don't act like you know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;6. Saying something sweet might get you off the hook; doing something sweet will always get you off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you talk about having a big dick, we know you don't.&lt;br /&gt;8. Size does matter.&lt;br /&gt;9. We don't like it when you act like Mr. Big; we like it when you are Mr. Big.&lt;br /&gt;10. A system in your car only impresses your homeboys.&lt;br /&gt;11. No matter what you say, your ex girlfriend is a hoe.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's good to be sensitive, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you did something wrong or even if you didn't, apologize.&lt;br /&gt;14. Be spontaneous, dinner and a movie won't always cut it.&lt;br /&gt;15. We are self-conscious by nature, we can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;16. We are drama queens.&lt;br /&gt;17. Fashion police do exist.&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't ask us to give head; if you are nice you just might get it.&lt;br /&gt;19. We absolutely do not care about monster trucks, car systems, paintball or anything else you and your friends talk about.&lt;br /&gt;20. Hugs and kisses must be given at all times.&lt;br /&gt;21. We don't shave our legs every day, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't make bets about us, we always find out.&lt;br /&gt;23. Shave- no matter how cool you think it looks, we hate it.&lt;br /&gt;24. Even if you think it is cool to burp, fart, or emit other strange gases from your body, it is not.&lt;br /&gt;25. Don't compare our breasts with Pamela Anderson's, hers are fake.&lt;br /&gt;26. It is not cool to shoot snot rockets.&lt;br /&gt;27. We are beautiful, but make-up helps.&lt;br /&gt;28. We will always think we are fat so humor us and tell us we aren't.&lt;br /&gt;29. You can shoot hoops, score a goal, knock down big fat guys, and hit a little baseball with a stick so why the hell can't you piss in the toilet and not on it.&lt;br /&gt;30. Most importantly- we are always right- so don't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112953400820444738?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112953400820444738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=112953400820444738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112953400820444738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112953400820444738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-girls-think-guys-should-knowfor.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112945864690240601</id><published>2005-10-16T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T18:30:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/1600/ret26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/320/ret9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ORLEANS (Reuters) - Rock 'n' roll pioneer Fats Domino, who was missing for days after Hurricane Katrina, returned home on Saturday to load some of his muddied gold records into the trunk of a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112945864690240601?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112945864690240601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=112945864690240601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112945864690240601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112945864690240601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-orleans-reuters-rock-n-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112927169211886157</id><published>2005-10-14T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:34:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tapos na ang ojt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112927169211886157?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112927169211886157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Glowing Candle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Zahra Faisal Asghar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear footsteps from afar,&lt;br /&gt;heading softly towards my heart..&lt;br /&gt;The path is quiet, since a while,&lt;br /&gt;shadows of silence .. lay miles and miles.&lt;br /&gt;For my love I have spread,&lt;br /&gt;petals of thought and dreams to pick..&lt;br /&gt;memories strewn on the ground he treads..&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;as love's fragrance carries him near..&lt;br /&gt;the drums of heartbeat he will hear.&lt;br /&gt;Close to the door of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;awaits a candle's dancing glow,&lt;br /&gt;burning gently, incessantly..&lt;br /&gt;safely held till eternity,&lt;br /&gt;sheltered between these palms of mine,&lt;br /&gt;protected from the blowing&lt;br /&gt;storms of time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112903116952799112?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112903116952799112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=112903116952799112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112903116952799112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112903116952799112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/glowing-candle-by-zahra-faisal-asghar.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112884929889081393</id><published>2005-10-09T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:14:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"When mean people hurt you, think of them as sandpapers. they may rub and scratch u painfully but eventually, you'll end up smooth and polished while they end up WORN OUT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112884929889081393?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112876185554967903</id><published>2005-10-08T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:57:35.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/320/dino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang mahal ko, ang pikon pikon... yesterday was horrible! basta! i could never imagine pa'nu nangyari yun... pero everytime we have a fight, cute pa din un magalit!*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112876185554967903?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112876185554967903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=112876185554967903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112876185554967903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112876185554967903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/ang-mahal-ko-ang-pikon-pikon.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112876038740247822</id><published>2005-10-08T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:33:50.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;end of the week came... haaaayyy too fast. 17 days to go before my b-day!!! (anung meron?) wala... nabanggit ko lang... aside from that masarap na ube &amp;amp; shanghai given to me by my hubby, walang ng masaya sa araw na'to. i have changed my blog again. hehehehe... d makuntento kc. hanap pa'ko maganda ilagay na abubot dun bukod sa "huntahang kahon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112876038740247822?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112876038740247822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=112876038740247822' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112876038740247822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112876038740247822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/end-of-week-came.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112859049440654241</id><published>2005-10-06T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:39:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Words never seem to express the deepest thoughts inside,&lt;br /&gt;snatching any possibilities to profess my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Daily I look into your eyes full of endearment and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strong attraction of lust and desire cannot hide,&lt;br /&gt;cornering our emotions and feeling of what we want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Can we exist as genuine lovers, or is it all a ploy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hands touch sending shockwaves of heat way down.&lt;br /&gt;The tension mounts between our bodies as we walk.&lt;br /&gt;Flirting glances with coy smiles heighten my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my other half, my love. Within your sight I drown.&lt;br /&gt;Sensual are your ways, smooth are your words as you talk.&lt;br /&gt;electrifying is our desire, breaking down our defenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden love or not, I will take this all in with pride.&lt;br /&gt;To profess my undying loyalty to you with no shame to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel your body press against mine is my deep need.&lt;br /&gt;When will the sensual tension we have be forever freed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek to be consumed by the forbidden passion that awaits,&lt;br /&gt;bask in the glow of sensuous heat that slowly dissapates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112859049440654241?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112859049440654241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=112859049440654241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112859049440654241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112859049440654241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/words-never-seem-to-express-deepest.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112858975521398500</id><published>2005-10-06T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:00:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/1600/ret20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sino ang mabait na magti-treat sa'kin sa EK? Lapit na b-day ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112858975521398500?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112858975521398500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=112858975521398500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112858975521398500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112858975521398500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/sino-ang-mabait-na-magti-treat-sakin.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15412729.post-112850475288285169</id><published>2005-10-05T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:00:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/1600/weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1426/400/weird.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have planned to give mahal a new cellphone this x'mas... isn't this nice? he's always making reklamo with his cp. eh aku nga napag-lumaan na ng panahon ang gamit kong cel. haaayyyy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15412729-112850475288285169?l=rettygalicia.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/112850475288285169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15412729&amp;postID=112850475288285169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112850475288285169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15412729/posts/default/112850475288285169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rettygalicia.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-planned-to-give-mahal-new.html' title=''/><author><name>rettygalicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15609108652101163773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09057774750508408254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>