<?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-1237335863800612336</id><updated>2011-08-25T04:42:19.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>._mizchyiel_.</title><subtitle type='html'>_i know what i'm capable doing of_</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-3033770989551054036</id><published>2010-11-16T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:04:02.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Name is WILDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/TLAbp-0sMtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/78X3cBhVjSY/s1600/dada.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525947150836183762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/TLAbp-0sMtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/78X3cBhVjSY/s400/dada.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;“parating na si auntie dadang nyo, magpakabait kayo…” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the back of my mind, Who’s she? Why does she seem so important? And then she came, walk straight in front of us and hugged everyone in the crowd. Saying “hello”, “how are u”, “I missed u”, “how’s life?”… She looks sophisticated. In her eyes I saw excitement. And then she walk towards me and said “Kamusta ka na nene? Ang laki mo na.” As I look at her eyes, I drew a fake smile to that stranger. And before I knew it, she left.&lt;br /&gt;It happens every other year, for how many years, this stranger always came and makes things worthwhile. Same scenario happens every time she’ll be here… I’ll see the same face, hear the same words, and draw the same smile. But when I drew the same fake smile, this stranger smiled at me. A smile I never thought she’ll give me. That perfect smile without hesitation and pretention. Her face defines honesty. Her hair sways softly with the wind. I never saw someone who can move freely as she does. Her simple gaze bring smile to anyone’s face. Her aura tells everyone that “life is short, make it worthwhile.” And she left again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another year, they said she’s coming. I felt something different. Why am I excited to see her? And she walks in. I saw the same face, heard the same voice…hugged her differently and smile without a doubt. What’s going on? This stranger seem to be someone I want to know. Year after year, same scenario happens. And this scenario draw me closer to this stranger. Things happened fast. I don't seem to remember when is the first time i called her auntie. But this stranger took my heart...it's as if i am never restless when she's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...she's &lt;em&gt;Wilda&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-3033770989551054036?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3033770989551054036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=3033770989551054036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3033770989551054036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3033770989551054036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2010/10/her-name-is-wilda.html' title='Her Name is WILDA'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/TLAbp-0sMtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/78X3cBhVjSY/s72-c/dada.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-6160699803517414689</id><published>2009-12-01T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:08:12.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>._life_.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SxTpnOP6ojI/AAAAAAAAANA/2ZpCru28lWk/s1600/emo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SxTpnOP6ojI/AAAAAAAAANA/2ZpCru28lWk/s320/emo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410205912427831858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe God wants us to meet few wrong  people before  meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the right  person, we will  know how  to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the door of happiness closes,  another  one opens, but oftentimes we  look so  long at the  closed door that we don't see  the one that has  been opened  for  us. The best kind of  friend is someone you  can  sit with, never say a word,  and then walk  away feeling like it was the best conversation you've  ever  had. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SxTvU1fmasI/AAAAAAAAANI/gWRfnvtd1mw/s1600/empty+cage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SxTvU1fmasI/AAAAAAAAANI/gWRfnvtd1mw/s320/empty+cage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410212193614850754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Giving someone all your love i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;s never an assurance that they will love you in return"&lt;/span&gt; just wait for it to grow in their heart. If it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. It takes  only a minute to  get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone... but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Don't go for the looks, for they can deceive. Don't go for the wealth; even that fades away.  find the one who makes your heart smile. Dream what you  want to dream. Go wherever you want to go. Be what you want to be. You have only one life and one chance to do all things you want to do. You may have enough happiness to make you  sweat, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to make you human, and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always put yourself in other's  sh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SxT464RbmkI/AAAAAAAAANg/JvYgBeX9AZo/s1600/real-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SxT464RbmkI/AAAAAAAAANg/JvYgBeX9AZo/s320/real-alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410222742800407106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other  person too. The  happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make  the most of everything that comes their way. Happiness is  given to those who cry, those  who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched their lives. The  brightest future will  always be based on a forgotten past. You can't go on well in life until  you let go of your failures and heartaches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"When you were born, you w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ere crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-6160699803517414689?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6160699803517414689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=6160699803517414689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6160699803517414689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6160699803517414689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html' title='._life_.'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SxTpnOP6ojI/AAAAAAAAANA/2ZpCru28lWk/s72-c/emo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-4322895176809555360</id><published>2009-11-21T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:41:26.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The sweetness of friendship veers into the pain of betrayal. He speaks when you  turn your back. He makes face when you look at him. He is classified as a mirror - great liar! He utters thoughtless words to satisfy h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/Sw-q341wxkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eYhDI2tW47w/s1600/broken+friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/Sw-q341wxkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eYhDI2tW47w/s320/broken+friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408729554622662210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;is childish needs. He stabs at anyone's back in order to save his self from great humiliation. a pathetic being,  in order  to  beat  his needs...he's willing to sacrifice friendship and give up love without hesitation. He shows apathy to everyone. Show  him  importance, he'll take you for granted. Give him power, he'll over use it. Show him love, he won't mind. Give him respect, he don't deserve it. Give him trust, he'll break it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Another friendship had been broken.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Forget not honesty; but let  thine heart keep its trust."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-4322895176809555360?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4322895176809555360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=4322895176809555360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/4322895176809555360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/4322895176809555360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweetness-of-friendship-veers-into-pain.html' title='friend?'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/Sw-q341wxkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eYhDI2tW47w/s72-c/broken+friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-8899319707766486754</id><published>2009-09-04T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:49:45.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..heart  speaks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SqEooR-Z_jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Yww76bvyWY/s1600-h/animated_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SqEooR-Z_jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Yww76bvyWY/s320/animated_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377624102542114354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when heart refuses to be calmed,  admit that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something is wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an  unexplainable feeling of being worried about someone you  love. such a pain in the neck. you  are guilty beyond reasonable doubt. but you can't deny it...for the fact  that you know  you  are  wrong. you can fool  everyone ,,  but you  cannot  fool  yourself nor  the  one who  speaks to your heart honestly. there is a reward for everything. maybe  tomorrow, or on the day we both don't know,, we will   find our place.. the place where you and i  belong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-8899319707766486754?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8899319707766486754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=8899319707766486754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8899319707766486754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8899319707766486754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-speaks.html' title='..heart  speaks..'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SqEooR-Z_jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Yww76bvyWY/s72-c/animated_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-6175077260373772647</id><published>2009-08-06T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:07:30.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[:YOU AS MY DOMICILE:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hark! i  feel the  pain badly,&lt;br /&gt;sorrow  runs into my veins....&lt;br /&gt;my desire to  be appreciated??&lt;br /&gt;-  it  was  never gone.&lt;br /&gt;after how  many years,&lt;br /&gt;i  tried to  stand  for my own&lt;br /&gt;but  never  i was spared&lt;br /&gt;at  least a  bit  of affection.&lt;br /&gt;i  feel  empty..!&lt;br /&gt;alone, i am still alone.&lt;br /&gt;it was him whom i&lt;br /&gt;have been chosen to love..&lt;br /&gt;a  hypocrite gentleman Juan dela Cruz&lt;br /&gt;with one in a billion opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how long and&lt;br /&gt;how far this feeling could go.&lt;br /&gt;being perplex and imbecile,&lt;br /&gt;conscience often visit  me,,&lt;br /&gt;from somewhere to nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;the mistakes i've done in my past&lt;br /&gt;brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;at least i became stronger..&lt;br /&gt;but i never thought he''d act as if&lt;br /&gt;he's a child...&lt;br /&gt;a pretty immature boy..&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing left..&lt;br /&gt;everything we had was  gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, nothing is truly mine  to  keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mizchyiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-6175077260373772647?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6175077260373772647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=6175077260373772647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6175077260373772647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6175077260373772647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-as-my-domicile.html' title='[:YOU AS MY DOMICILE:]'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-1682436405625288821</id><published>2009-05-23T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:05:58.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.michael molina nael.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/ShjK17t-j_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pIAJlJe59Mo/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339240386160136178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/ShjK17t-j_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pIAJlJe59Mo/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;An almost perfect dad and I couldn't ask for more. I am simply being spoiled by his love and material things also. Often times I ask for worldly things. He gives me what I want. But several times... He couldn't. I ask for material things, (that's me), and asking for those makes me happy... Not because I’m blinded by those shinning and shimmering materials. I’m not that kind of daughter. But to see papa striving and working hard to earn something to give what I want, it melts my heart to see how much he loves me that whenever I ask for something, he will instantly give it to me. I’m happy to have material thing and be called ‘materialistic’... And I’m glad to have a papa like him. I know his not perfect. And I too, am not perfect. Sometimes I accidentally hurt him because of my will of reaching for my goals. It makes me feel selfish. If I could turn back the time, I’ll do everything to please him. I’m not the one (the daughter) he wants me to be. He named me right after his name. But it was I who ruined his reputation. It was I who put him into a delicate situation. I do love him. And I’ll do everything to achieve my goals; I’ll do it for him. He will march with me as I graduate in my high school days next year. He will be my 18th rose in my debut after 2 years. He will put medals on me after completing my college years. And he will be with me as we (mama and I) migrate to New Zealand. Here in my heart... Michael Molina Nael will never be replaced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-1682436405625288821?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1682436405625288821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=1682436405625288821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1682436405625288821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1682436405625288821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/05/michael-molina-nael.html' title='.michael molina nael.'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/ShjK17t-j_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pIAJlJe59Mo/s72-c/IMG_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-1794599074425270587</id><published>2009-05-02T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:41:23.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>between two angels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;there stood in a garden, a child sweet and fair,&lt;br /&gt;watching some fruit hat hang ripening there.&lt;br /&gt;two anxious angels were watching above:&lt;br /&gt;one gazing in hatred, the other in love:&lt;br /&gt;one clothed in black, the other in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the child never dreamed that the angels were there.&lt;br /&gt;he just longed for the fruit so rich and so rare.&lt;br /&gt;how i should like that big apple so red,&lt;br /&gt;but forget what my dear mother said,&lt;br /&gt;that doing the things i'm forbidden to do&lt;br /&gt;would make me unhappy and grieve her heart, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take it," the dark angel whispered, "and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;it is not very often you get such a treat.&lt;br /&gt;there is no one to see you and no one to tell."&lt;br /&gt;so up went a hand, it could reach the fruit well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the child paused a moment and said as he smiled,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll not be a thief, i'll be a go0d child."&lt;br /&gt;the rustling sound stirred the soft summer air.&lt;br /&gt;one angel was gone but the other was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angel of darkness had taken its flight.&lt;br /&gt;the child was alone with the angel of light.&lt;br /&gt;in this little story we plainly can see,&lt;br /&gt;an everyday lesson for you and for me:&lt;br /&gt;we can conquer temptations - the angel of night,&lt;br /&gt;if we listen to conscience - the angel of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331406599518705218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/Sfz2DiV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sUfv6_-PHb0/s320/2302851309_7a41281069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a story from the goddess of love]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-1794599074425270587?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/Sfz2DiV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sUfv6_-PHb0/s72-c/2302851309_7a41281069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-2108469082768977505</id><published>2009-03-24T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:08:43.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my domicile</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316916723050959378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/Scl7luHJUhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/47SASBb1U70/s320/dark+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;last night..is a quiet night. it was 11 o'clock in the evening.. i can't sleep. hours pass very slow,, everyone is a sleep. i can hear them snore., i can hear the ticking of the clock.. my heart beats fast. half an hour passed,, still i can't sleep.. can't grab some milk ,, can't even go down to the kitchen. i'm scared. i don't know why. it was very quiet. and something in me ordered my feet to go in the ro0f top. i went to the dusty, dangerous, slippery roof.. to think what should i do,, to think if it's better to talk to him over the phone or act like nothing happened. reminiscing past,,i went up to gaze stars ..only to find out ..that it was a cloudy night. no stars. and after a few moment of thinking,, rain started to fall. that very moment, rain wet me up slowly,, and i can't move from where i am. in my silence , tears run down to my cheeks. as rain washed me up., my heart calmed for a while. as tears run down from my eyes,, i felt peace. rain turned to drizzle.. it was 12 in the midnight. it's time for me to go down and sleep. before i leave my domicile,, the moon smiled at me,, and stars showed up one by one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-2108469082768977505?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2108469082768977505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=2108469082768977505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/2108469082768977505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/2108469082768977505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night.html' title='my domicile'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/Scl7luHJUhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/47SASBb1U70/s72-c/dark+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-1773924721864936259</id><published>2009-02-17T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:41:17.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fAitH</title><content type='html'>how could faith heal a wounded heart?&lt;br /&gt;how could faith fulfill the needs of a missing trust?&lt;br /&gt;how could faith fix a broken relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can faith heal my heart...when all i've got is confussion, doubts, frustrations and disappointments?&lt;br /&gt;how can faith fulfill the needs of my mother's missing trust...when she didn't even bother to listen?&lt;br /&gt;how can faith fix my torn relationship with God? knowing that it was i who tore it..it was i who dispersed trust and didn't believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...trust ,,believe,, and forgive is how faith can heal a wounded heart.&lt;br /&gt;...forgiveness and acceptance fulfill the needs of a missing trust.&lt;br /&gt;...l0ng before,, God has already forgiven us,,n0 need to doubt..just trust..that's how can faith fix a br0ken relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥He has f0rgiven us...it's time for us t0 forgive, in return♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[.mitch.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-1773924721864936259?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1773924721864936259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=1773924721864936259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1773924721864936259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1773924721864936259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/faith.html' title='fAitH'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-7134912225014750337</id><published>2009-02-15T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:03:39.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>//.-</title><content type='html'>iSn't it hArd?&lt;br /&gt;it iS diFficult to tuRn y0ur bacK t0 pe0ple wh0m y0u realLy wanted t0 be witH...&lt;br /&gt;t0 let thEm feEl thAt thEy'Re nEglecTed wHen iN facT theY aRe iMporTant...&lt;br /&gt;t0 sh0w theM thAt y0u d0n't miNd thEm whEn in Fact, y0u cAre a Lot...&lt;br /&gt;t0 av0id thEm whEn y0u wanT t0 taKe a st0len gLance...&lt;br /&gt;t0 tReat thEm 0rdinAry whEn in faCt thEy aRe vEry spEciaL...&lt;br /&gt;t0 lEt theM reAlize thAt thEir pResenCe iS natuRally weLc0med wheN iT bRings eXtra0rdinAry exCiteMent...&lt;br /&gt;t0 sAy thinGs c0ntraRy t0 wHat y0u fEel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-e.t.c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-7134912225014750337?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7134912225014750337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=7134912225014750337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/7134912225014750337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/7134912225014750337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='//.-'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-4203881739435534842</id><published>2009-01-30T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:17:39.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good for nothing infatuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ever wonder why we fall for someone who doesn't even deserve it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm finding it hard to act that i don't care,&lt;br /&gt;where in fact i'm s0 w0rried about you..&lt;br /&gt;...i can't find a way to tell myself that a stranger passed me by,&lt;br /&gt;f0r we both know, those strangers c0me close t0 be l0vers..&lt;br /&gt;...it's difficult for me to treat you as an ordinary schoolmate,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that you are so dear to me..&lt;br /&gt;...it tears me up inside when i saw holding her hands,&lt;br /&gt;'cause that hands belongs to me..&lt;br /&gt;...i don't know what to do when i need to avoid you,&lt;br /&gt;but all i really want is to share the rest of my day beside you..&lt;br /&gt;...it seems that i need to do things against on how i feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this is go0dbye...&lt;br /&gt;and this g0od for nothing infatuation made me realize how f0olish i had become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-4203881739435534842?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-3052201823168561629</id><published>2009-01-18T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:10:28.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>._i Am miChelLe j0yZce_.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SXQHx4qAPHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Y4LA7tZ7zEw/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864015670721650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SXQHx4qAPHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Y4LA7tZ7zEw/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we cannot listen to what others want us to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we must listento ourselves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we don't need to copy other people's way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we don't need to act out certain lifestyles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to impress other people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only we know and only we can do what is right for us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so start right now,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will need to over come many obstacles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will need to go against the better judgement of many people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you will need to bypass their prejudices,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you can have whatever you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you try hard enough start right now so that you can live a life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;designed by you and for you&lt;br /&gt;..a better life you deserve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..i am michelle ,, i live my life to the fullest,, and i live with it like it's my last..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTHER PEOPLE CAN NEVER CHANGE ME THE WAY THEY WANT ME TO BE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-3052201823168561629?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3052201823168561629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=3052201823168561629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3052201823168561629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3052201823168561629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-michelle-j0yzce.html' title='._i Am miChelLe j0yZce_.'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SXQHx4qAPHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Y4LA7tZ7zEw/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-3681720836335393558</id><published>2009-01-15T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:00:41.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nExt in liNe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SXAgFyttuHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qIK92Hfycsg/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291764846045280370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SXAgFyttuHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qIK92Hfycsg/s400/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another bible study group..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(fr0m left t0 right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;marjorie, alyza, joy, divine, vincent, nadine, and marineLa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(kua jessie of course at the back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..in this new set of kids..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'lL d0 my best t0 lead them wherever they should be,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-3681720836335393558?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3681720836335393558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=3681720836335393558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3681720836335393558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3681720836335393558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-in-line.html' title='nExt in liNe'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SXAgFyttuHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qIK92Hfycsg/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-1737972653483732794</id><published>2009-01-10T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:31:50.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xigur0 nga kaxalanan co qng bakit wLa n xia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n khet umiyak ac0,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i will never change the fact that,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i let him g0..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and now,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm missing him badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please come back,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-1737972653483732794?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1737972653483732794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=1737972653483732794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1737972653483732794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1737972653483732794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/xigur0-nga-kaxalanan-co-qng-bakit-wla-n.html' title=''/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-4749312244824705408</id><published>2009-01-01T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:32:57.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>,,untitled,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SVyhTcmKUVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jmDXBbTEDnA/s1600-h/2333409688_16109de51e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286277418091958610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SVyhTcmKUVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jmDXBbTEDnA/s320/2333409688_16109de51e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it seems that,, i'm wasting my time..and my life,, acting t0o childish.. being self-centered,, not minding others. asking "freedom" is just like,, asking something better for myself and nothing for others.. gets nyo ba???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there are things i must prioritize,, what's with the rush?? things can wait.. think openly,, go beyond the barrier .. my barrier.. why do i need t0 stay in this closed-space pLace???if i have my place out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm always askng for freedom.. but the truth is,, i already have it.. it's just that i can't use it wisely..and then i'm complaining that i'm stuck ,, here in this house(that i used to call "hell"),, now..i'm starting all over again,, but this time.. i have no regrets,, starting to love things that i used to hate,, starting to be true to myself.. (ang plastik ko kxe) ,, and being true made me realize that.. i don't need material things,, i don't need temporary enjoyment.. i want to enjoy this life,, the way it has to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-4749312244824705408?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4749312244824705408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=4749312244824705408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/4749312244824705408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/4749312244824705408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/isnt-it-t0o-early-for-me.html' title=',,untitled,,'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SVyhTcmKUVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jmDXBbTEDnA/s72-c/2333409688_16109de51e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-1592213162037915021</id><published>2008-12-25T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:28:45.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..i promise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Will I'll always be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;When you need someone well I'll be that one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Will I'll do all my best to protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;When the tears get me all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Will I'll be the one that's by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will I'll be there when you call&lt;br /&gt;me in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I will keep the rain from falling down into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;(I promise) I promise&lt;br /&gt;(I promise)&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you're sick I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;Take your darkest night and make it bright for you&lt;br /&gt;Will I'll be there to make you strong&lt;br /&gt;And to lean on&lt;br /&gt;When this world has turned so cold&lt;br /&gt;Will I'll be the one that's there to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I'll love you more everyday&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will take that love away&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;There for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;When you call me&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[jebaii nak,, wLang basagan ng trip..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a song proudly dedicated to iya,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love you ,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-1592213162037915021?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1592213162037915021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=1592213162037915021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1592213162037915021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1592213162037915021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-promise.html' title='..i promise...'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-7064114459449680874</id><published>2008-12-21T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:47:44.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>,,uNtil wHen aRe yoU pLanniNg t0 huRt me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;di co na kaia ,,&lt;br /&gt;i did everything,,&lt;br /&gt;but i think,,&lt;br /&gt;my everything is not enough,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...tell me how to stop this feeling"&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/1237335863800612336-7064114459449680874?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7064114459449680874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=7064114459449680874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/7064114459449680874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/7064114459449680874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/12/until-when-are-you-planning-t0-hurt-me.html' title=',,uNtil wHen aRe yoU pLanniNg t0 huRt me???'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-5638994718868999882</id><published>2008-12-14T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:39:45.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[..+God+..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever been down and out and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody seems to be around for you to talk to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;that's God,, he wants you to talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever been just sitting there and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of the sudden you feel like doing nice for someone you care for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;that's God,, he talks to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you ever been thinking about somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you haven't seen in a long time and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;that's God.. there is no such thing as "coincidence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you ever received something woderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you didn't even ask for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;that's God.. he knows the desire of your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you ever been in a situation and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you had no clue how it is going to get better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now you look back on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;that's God... he passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in all that we do,, we should give thanks to God,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SUXDBYvg08I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sAN5i9dVuBY/s1600-h/2062686570_f57dda5431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279840566750794690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SUXDBYvg08I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sAN5i9dVuBY/s320/2062686570_f57dda5431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just sharing the glory of God,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God bLess sa lahat,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;._i'm proud to be called "princess"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for my father is the king of Kings!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-5638994718868999882?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/5638994718868999882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=5638994718868999882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/5638994718868999882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/5638994718868999882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/12/god.html' title='[..+God+..]'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SUXDBYvg08I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sAN5i9dVuBY/s72-c/2062686570_f57dda5431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-6891901538920860571</id><published>2008-12-10T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:03:36.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have come t0 know what love is all about,</title><content type='html'>are you still happy, sitting beside me?&lt;br /&gt;where is the laughter,, our moments together?&lt;br /&gt;have i ever told you i am right here just to hold your hands?&lt;br /&gt;how's your life going? you left me hanging..&lt;br /&gt;lost between my thoughts, silence it kills me..&lt;br /&gt;patching broken pieces of me,, what are we now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/ST-eRuEThQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/H2-sAeJTCEc/s1600-h/34dcc88011c2340c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278111315562562818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/ST-eRuEThQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/H2-sAeJTCEc/s320/34dcc88011c2340c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if you know how much i'm missing you,&lt;br /&gt;is there any place for me? a space left inside of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason why i'm here&lt;br /&gt;or i should go and let this all disappear..&lt;br /&gt;if only i could go back to where we start,&lt;br /&gt;i should never let you know...&lt;br /&gt;even for once ,, i have come to know what love is all about,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you still hear me? Seems you don’t notice&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;I have appreciated and love you for who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't even hesitate to tell me what is true...&lt;br /&gt;is there any place for me, a space left inside of you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-6891901538920860571?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6891901538920860571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=6891901538920860571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6891901538920860571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6891901538920860571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-come-t0-know-what-love-is-all.html' title='i have come t0 know what love is all about,'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/ST-eRuEThQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/H2-sAeJTCEc/s72-c/34dcc88011c2340c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-6966689832623506705</id><published>2008-12-02T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:14:01.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whAt atTracted me t0 v.C.a.??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/STUWtIQVoBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NcQpm5Ra57g/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275147503100338194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/STUWtIQVoBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NcQpm5Ra57g/s320/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"growing up in a family with strong-faith catholic family background didn't open my mind to look for an option that can give me the better life i always wanted. it's the ability to choose a better life... that's what attracted me,,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was attracted,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not by the church..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not by the workers,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..but by the presence of God,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stay there because of God,,..alone,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-6966689832623506705?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6966689832623506705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=6966689832623506705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-8019897225631737333</id><published>2008-11-29T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:08:10.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lEctuRe ni aTe,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;l0ve-begins with the experience of l0neliness..&lt;br /&gt;i need m0re than eyes,, i need m0re than mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i need an attitude, a heart that has br0ken away fr0m self-preoccupati0n..&lt;br /&gt;“because 0f y0u, i understand the meaninglessness of my eg0”&lt;br /&gt;i am n0t meant to be al0ne,, perhaps i can only be truly myself with you.&lt;br /&gt;l0ve is effective. it takes acti0ns…&lt;br /&gt;i have t0 break the pr0visi0nal structure i have given t0 my 0wn life,, and this is painful.&lt;br /&gt;pain lies in aband0ning my ego., my self-centeredness.. but this d0esn’t mean t0 loss myself..&lt;br /&gt;desire is essential but should never bec0me the m0tive f0r loving.&lt;br /&gt;Am i l0ving n0t f0r what he is,,but f0r what can i get in return,,f0r myself’??&lt;br /&gt;‘you’ is n0t ‘he’ or ’she’ i talk about. it’s n0t f0r 0ther self, but f0r you-whom-i-care about.&lt;br /&gt;i presist in l0ving the 0ther inspite of pain., perhaps my l0ve is truly selfless. desire t0 be l0ved in return.&lt;br /&gt;the experience of l0ving is painful., and it will take time f0r the l0ver t0 rec0ver.&lt;br /&gt;painful experience of being rejected can be an emptying f0r oneself which w0uld all0w a r0om in 0neself f0r devel0pment..&lt;br /&gt;there is n0 sh0p that sells l0ve…&lt;br /&gt;t0 give myself is n0t s0 much t0 give 0f what i have as what i am and what i can become.&lt;br /&gt;what d0es it mean t0 give myself’?? it means t0 give my will, my ideas, my feeling, my experience to the other - to give everything.., all that is alive to me.&lt;br /&gt;l0ve is sharing myself t0 an0ther..&lt;br /&gt;it is easy t0 l0vemankind(in general), but difficult t0 l0ve a unique pers0n.&lt;br /&gt;t0 l0ve the 0ther, d0esn’t mean t0 impr0ve him..&lt;br /&gt;‘y0u are beautiful…but empty,,‘ that’s what  get..&lt;br /&gt;l0ve thus inv0lves n0 abstacti0n. everything is c0ncrete. l0neliness, the absence 0f l0ve, lives am0ng shad0ws,. inv0lves that n0thing is real..&lt;br /&gt;l0ve is t0tal, eternal, and sacred..&lt;br /&gt;l0ve d0es n0t hurt. rejecti0ns d0.&lt;br /&gt;we always have a ch0ice..&lt;br /&gt;‘h0ld on‘?? or ‘let g0‘??&lt;br /&gt;it’s y0ur decisi0n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-8019897225631737333?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8019897225631737333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=8019897225631737333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8019897225631737333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8019897225631737333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/lecture-ni-ate.html' title='lEctuRe ni aTe,,'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-1372518369712951057</id><published>2008-11-28T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:01:27.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[+emo//love+]</title><content type='html'>suicidals..&lt;br /&gt;why do they hurt themselves?&lt;br /&gt;is it really needed??&lt;br /&gt;it won't even ease the pain they're feeling..&lt;br /&gt;in fact they will hurt themselves even more..&lt;br /&gt;why did mS. nice-looking simple neighbor turned out to be a emo,,?&lt;br /&gt;and mR. right ran out of the school with cuts and bruises??&lt;br /&gt;and they bLame LOVE because they were ignored by their loved-ones..&lt;br /&gt;stupid beings..&lt;br /&gt;they cLaim love as weakness..&lt;br /&gt;because they can't see the beauty of love,,&lt;br /&gt;the extreme feeling of sharing it to the other who doesn't even deserve it..&lt;br /&gt;they blame love because their EGO (not feeling or something) hurts..&lt;br /&gt;they don't look at the fact that it made them stronger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhes#1: joyzce,, tanga ba xia pra hindi malaman na nasasaktan ako? at tinatanong nea kung bkit ako ngseselos..malamang diba kxe boyfriend ko xia..thankful ako sknea kxe gnagawa nea akong manhid!! gnagawa nea akong malakas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyzce:alm mo bhes#1,, being numb and being strong is totally different.. cLaiming yourself as "manhid" means you gave up,, and you're a failure.. but cLaiming yourself as "malakas" means you can handle the situation,, na kahit sinasaktan a nea,, tinutuloy-tuloy mo yung laban dahil mahal mo xia..being numb is a weakness.. kea wg mong ssbihing manhid ka na dhil sknea,, kxe admit it or not nkikita ko n mahal mo xia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haixt..&lt;br /&gt;most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;a princess is asking for a prince charming to come..&lt;br /&gt;a prince that's riding in a white horse..&lt;br /&gt;a knight in shining armor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the prince didn't come..&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful princess will suddenly turn to a witch..&lt;br /&gt;heartless and wicked witch (yung parang hindi nagsusuklay..)&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they will put the bLame to the prince,,&lt;br /&gt;(sana dba,, ng-iisip xia..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[enough for the fairy tale stories..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga babae kxe neun,&lt;br /&gt;nghahanap prin ng prince charming..&lt;br /&gt;umaasa n pag nsa pnganib xLa,,e may darating..&lt;br /&gt;umaasa ng proper and nice treatment(prince kxe e)&lt;br /&gt;bt d nLang xLa 2mulad xken(complement b to or wat??)&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for a vampire in a shining silver volvo..&lt;br /&gt;and i blieve,, that vampire is just somewhere near me,,&lt;br /&gt;[tamaAn k sAna ^.^]because i don't want a "prince charming"&lt;br /&gt;(magkakaron p ko ng dahilan pra mglit dun s prince charming n un pg d pla xia charming)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not expecting a nice treatment from a vampire,,&lt;br /&gt;in that case..&lt;br /&gt;i won't be hurt..&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-1372518369712951057?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1372518369712951057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=1372518369712951057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1372518369712951057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/1372518369712951057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/emolove.html' title='[+emo//love+]'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-366795958860975728</id><published>2008-11-25T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:44:59.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>,,awesome first time..</title><content type='html'>let's make it short and simple..&lt;br /&gt;..tagalog tau&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;bible study day neun..&lt;br /&gt;peo wLa ung iba,,&lt;br /&gt;edi,, sayang nman effort nila ate ayen,, kua deep, kua franz, ate jane, ate shin(&lt;-kung anun mang spelling)&lt;br /&gt;,,&lt;br /&gt;kua franz:evangelizm muna tau habang wLa sila,,&lt;br /&gt;michelle,, nkikita mo un,,? practice k na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xempre,, kung ndi neun,, keilan pa ,,?&lt;br /&gt;ung sharing n dapat sandali lang,,&lt;br /&gt;un ung ginawa nmen buong hapon..&lt;br /&gt;tapoz&lt;br /&gt;after ng children's story telling s mga chikiting,,&lt;br /&gt;lumipat kme s higher level..&lt;br /&gt;ung mga taga theressa,,&lt;br /&gt;named: eunice, regine(na-X daw ni to0t, tga vCa p man din,) at chini..&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that behind those pretty faces and beautiful smiles e&lt;br /&gt;mei mbigat n problems pla ang mga kagandang dilag duon,,&lt;br /&gt;,,&lt;br /&gt;after nun,,&lt;br /&gt;nagtipon-tipon lahat ng tga-vCa n andun,,&lt;br /&gt;keilangan n daw nlang umalis,,&lt;br /&gt;,, energized p nman ako nun..&lt;br /&gt;keia .. ako ung nagsagawa ng evangelization mag-1,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau hardeep: a very simple tip ... keep it simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xempre, first time ,,kabado at excited..&lt;br /&gt;nkita ko ung mga taga lourdes n minsan n nming nkitang&lt;br /&gt;ngyoyosi at sasali sa frat,&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;opportunity grabber ang lola neu,,&lt;br /&gt;nilapitan ko..&lt;br /&gt;,,&lt;br /&gt;i met krystel and dianne..&lt;br /&gt;ksing edad at k2lad ko din,,&lt;br /&gt;halos ptapon n,,&lt;br /&gt;ang pinagkaiba lang,,&lt;br /&gt;i'm worse than them before,&lt;br /&gt;isang patay n cristiano n binabato ng sandamakmak n problema,,&lt;br /&gt;at isang unbeliever,, n parang wLang pkialam s sinasabe ko..&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko ineexpect n ung mga babaeng un,,&lt;br /&gt;e gusto rin pLang mabago,,&lt;br /&gt;,,&lt;br /&gt;willing silang pumunta sa bible study at sa vCa enitime,,&lt;br /&gt;,,&lt;br /&gt;and ,, tuwang tuwa sila..&lt;br /&gt;dahil hindi nila inakala n sa pagtambay s park e mkikita nila kung anong hinahanap nila,,&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;wLa lang,,&lt;br /&gt;tuwang tuwa lang ako,,&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko inakalang sa unang sabak ko(ng mag-isa)&lt;br /&gt;e mkikilala ko ung mga gnung klaseng tao,,&lt;br /&gt;i felt so blessed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah Jesus!!&lt;br /&gt;praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-366795958860975728?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/366795958860975728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=366795958860975728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/366795958860975728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/366795958860975728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/awesome-first-time.html' title=',,awesome first time..'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-2371596063571493125</id><published>2008-11-22T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:39:30.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vampire knight guilty,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSjqamwHXEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1JwVTPf2Phk/s1600-h/zero+and+yuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271721106637020226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSjqamwHXEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1JwVTPf2Phk/s400/zero+and+yuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want these gentle hands and these kind of smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSjrwqb7btI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R2ATLrg1YIY/s1600-h/zero+kiryu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722585094844114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSjrwqb7btI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R2ATLrg1YIY/s320/zero+kiryu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722054012981570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSjrRwAJUUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iReVWBZiAuY/s320/vampire+knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll ignore everyone of them because all i want is you,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll protect you,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-2371596063571493125?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2371596063571493125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=2371596063571493125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/2371596063571493125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/2371596063571493125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/vampire-knight-guilty.html' title='vampire knight guilty,,'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSjqamwHXEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1JwVTPf2Phk/s72-c/zero+and+yuki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-2556625558949543680</id><published>2008-11-22T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:28:45.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fLame of hEavens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSjA5axdMeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y7OVkKlX41Y/s1600-h/shana.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSi5_IXNnyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GSMfrLAjdP8/s1600-h/fLame+of+heavens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271667858064908066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSi5_IXNnyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GSMfrLAjdP8/s320/fLame+of+heavens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shakugan no shana II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The world has been deceived from the truth. The Guze no Tomogara have been stealing human existence for selfish, power-fulfilling purposes. As a result, human beings become lifeless entities known as Torches. Their soul becomes nothing more than a candle in the wind and what's worse is that their identity is erased from the history of the world entirely when their flame goes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271668231117241794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSi6U2F0fcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bXXPqnJDk-Y/s320/shana+and+yuji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;fLAme of heavens with shana and yuji sakai with the reiji maigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sakai Yuuji was just a normal high school student until he found himself caught in between an eternal struggle for power. On his way home one day, time came to a screeching halt. Yuuji scanned his surrounding, finding everything motionless. Without any given opportunity to a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSi8ujenxVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dYn1DH-UFPs/s1600-h/shana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271670871820846418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSi8ujenxVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dYn1DH-UFPs/s320/shana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ssess the situation, Yuuji met face-to-face with demons that wished to rob him of his life. Before their plans had succeeded, a small-stature, sword-wielding girl with burning red hair and matching crimson eyes calling herself a Flame Haze came to his aid. The mysterious girl managed to win the battle, but Yuuji unfortunately became a Torch. However, Yuuji's flame did not extinguish days later. Rather, his flame regenerated at the stroke of midnight. Yuuji's rare ability labeled him a prime target for the Guze no Tomogara. In order to protect their reality and prevent the loss of more human lives, Yuuji joins forces with Shana the Flame Haze in her never-ending struggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-315274/Shakugan-no-Shana-II-Episode-24.html"&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-315274/Shakugan-no-Shana-II-Episode-24.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-2556625558949543680?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2556625558949543680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=2556625558949543680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/2556625558949543680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/2556625558949543680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/shakugan-no-shana-ii-world-has-been.html' title='fLame of hEavens'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSi5_IXNnyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GSMfrLAjdP8/s72-c/fLame+of+heavens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-8957292209692233849</id><published>2008-11-21T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:10:52.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>open letter to limuel punzalan</title><content type='html'>dear angge,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             alam mo bang ikaw pa rin yung bestriend ko kahit binabalewala mo ko? alam mo bang mahalaga ka sakin,? alam mo bang nasasaktan ako pag kasama mong maglakwatcha sila chorva kahit ang sabe mo sakin bisi ka.. (sinumbatan?? peace tau aa.. n.n) eniweii,, at the same time,, i want to thank you,, saLamat (tagalog para mas sincere tignan),, salamat kasi sa kabila ng kapilyahan ko,, sa kabila ng mga panunumbat ko,, sa kabila ng pagsesels ko sa iba nating mga barkada,, lagi kang anjan pag kinakailangan kita,, remember ung posporo,,(haha!!naalala ko ulit).. sa pakiki-ride sa mga trip ko.. sa pangungunsinte mo sakin sa mga kalokohan ko salamat.. sa pag-advice sakin everytime na gumagawa ako ng mali..bakla ,, sorry kung minsan (i mean always) b.i. ako sau,, ginagawa ko naman lahat ng kaia ko para maging maaus e,, at nakikita mo naman yun diba..?pag mei probs, i'm just a call or e-mail away,, kung gusto mo,, punta ka nalang dito sa bahay,, welcum ka naman dito e,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;labxhou bakla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-kat_ganda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-8957292209692233849?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8957292209692233849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=8957292209692233849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8957292209692233849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8957292209692233849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-angge-alam-mo-bang-ikaw-pa-rin.html' title='open letter to limuel punzalan'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-3068383936570448183</id><published>2008-11-21T02:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:22:00.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>,, pg ngrereport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSaKCl_mWgI/AAAAAAAAADw/CbnpXX462JI/s1600-h/1_953698448s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSaKCl_mWgI/AAAAAAAAADw/CbnpXX462JI/s320/1_953698448s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271052191046982146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i felt no one is listening when i'm in the middle of my report a while ago,, my report is very interesting,,(knowing that it is my favorite subject).. it's about the effect of pressure in solubility... but everyone has different stories to share,, badtrip! pag sila ung nagrereport,, nkikinig nman ako e,haixt!!&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/1237335863800612336-3068383936570448183?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3068383936570448183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=3068383936570448183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3068383936570448183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3068383936570448183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/di-ko-pinangarap.html' title=',, pg ngrereport'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSaKCl_mWgI/AAAAAAAAADw/CbnpXX462JI/s72-c/1_953698448s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-3525338064031635962</id><published>2008-11-21T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:16:05.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>,, i miss the old times..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSaDL279koI/AAAAAAAAADQ/whwhMtG5BGM/s1600-h/ch.e.m..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSaDL279koI/AAAAAAAAADQ/whwhMtG5BGM/s320/ch.e.m..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271044653632557698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,,do you believe in "friends come and go" ??i miss 3R [raffy,rayden,rueno](crush nmeng tatlo) .. or (should i say ch.E.m. ??) ,, lakwatcha moments,, starbucks moments,, burger machine moments, tambay mode,, telebabad moments,, chorvalu s likod ng frenzy hauz,, "sikretong tagpuan" in joshua street.. sobrang nkakamiss,, lahat nag-iba,, lahat mei valid reason para iwan ung dating "samahan" ... how i wish it didn't end that way,,i'd rather turn back than to say goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi naman e,, bkit keilangan pang magkaganun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-3525338064031635962?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3525338064031635962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=3525338064031635962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3525338064031635962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/3525338064031635962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-old-times.html' title=',, i miss the old times..'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSaDL279koI/AAAAAAAAADQ/whwhMtG5BGM/s72-c/ch.e.m..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-6247492636707388254</id><published>2008-11-20T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:00:23.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"u" is quite far from "i"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSU4YtLtJOI/AAAAAAAAADA/PShZIZsEkNk/s1600-h/friends+daw.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSU4YtLtJOI/AAAAAAAAADA/PShZIZsEkNk/s320/friends+daw.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270680936003740898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it quite difficult?&lt;br /&gt;to trust someone you shouldn't have to trust..&lt;br /&gt;to share your life to him(or her) who doesn't care enough..&lt;br /&gt;to love someone as your sister(or brother) when he(or she) hurts you a lot..&lt;br /&gt;to treat him(or her) important and special although you're nothing for that person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng bestfriend,,, deserving ba kau pra sa isa't-isa??&lt;br /&gt;o naglolokohan lang kau ng harapan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainiz e,,&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng tao,, bakit ung taong minahal mo higit pa sa mga taong nagmamahal sau??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSU63DxC9qI/AAAAAAAAADI/oyGvJziFhKU/s1600-h/blood.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSU63DxC9qI/AAAAAAAAADI/oyGvJziFhKU/s320/blood.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270683656485271202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw mismo ung nananakit skin e?? kelan mo balak tumigil?? pg wLA n kong dugo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,, i guess,,&lt;br /&gt;c'est la vie,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;u and i have 12 letters in between,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-6247492636707388254?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6247492636707388254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=6247492636707388254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6247492636707388254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6247492636707388254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/u-is-quiet-far-from-i.html' title='&quot;u&quot; is quite far from &quot;i&quot;'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSU4YtLtJOI/AAAAAAAAADA/PShZIZsEkNk/s72-c/friends+daw.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-453872027327149862</id><published>2008-11-18T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:57:55.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSNyi-_wOxI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXBaeXDaeLU/s1600-h/,,,,.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSNyi-_wOxI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXBaeXDaeLU/s320/,,,,.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270181934305131282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to these boys..&lt;br /&gt;*lalush of code geass..&lt;br /&gt;*yukito and&lt;br /&gt;*eriol of card captor sakura,,&lt;br /&gt;*masahiro of magical voice,,&lt;br /&gt;*light yagami of death note,&lt;br /&gt;*keitaro of love hinatain&lt;br /&gt;*captain tezuka of prince of tennis&lt;br /&gt;*yuji sakai and&lt;br /&gt;*ike hayato of shakugan no shana,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys(anime) with eye glasses caught my attention easily,,[except kei yuji, light, and lalush..] .. ang cute kea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinangarap kong maging anime nalang dati,, every anime has an interesting story.. "sana anime nalang din ako".. hiniling ko na sana hindi nalang talaga ako nag-exist .. ang babaw no??,, pero kasi pag magkita nyo ung nakikita ko sa anime,, baka sakaling magkasabay na tayong mangarap sa susunod... mei perfect love story..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-453872027327149862?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/453872027327149862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=453872027327149862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/453872027327149862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/453872027327149862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/anime.html' title='anime'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSNyi-_wOxI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXBaeXDaeLU/s72-c/,,,,.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-8498446663999301896</id><published>2008-11-18T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:33:27.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're giving reasons to think twice,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don't know what&lt;br /&gt;to do with you boii,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-8498446663999301896?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8498446663999301896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=8498446663999301896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8498446663999301896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8498446663999301896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-giving-reasons-to-think-twice.html' title='you&apos;re giving reasons to think twice,,'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-8570098799756948222</id><published>2008-11-18T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:46:19.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maganda ka 'teh ??</title><content type='html'>"cia,, ayan yung eye liner, tsaka press powder, sa drower ko mei eyelash curler ako,, yung lip gloss ko, tsaka eye shadow nasa bag ,, kasama pala nung eye lash curler ko yung consealer .. balik mo kung saan mo kinuha ah. una na ako sa SM,, paganda ka huh,, remember WALANG SPACE ANG PANGET SA MUNDO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!!PESTE! hindi naman mxadong halata na sinasabi ni chorvah na panget ako,, db. p0rket mapute ka??? maganda ka teh???? e sinu nmang ngsabe sayo na gusto ko sa mundo mo??? i have my own world.. SO PLEASE,, stop acting that you're the only beautiful creature in this world!!! tinatago ko na nga yung pagmumukha ko e,, bat gusto mong iexpose ko? at ang shonga mo naman ata para makalimutan mo na allergic ako sa cosmetics.,, xhemaii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not that pretty,,&lt;br /&gt;so don't go by the looks,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-8570098799756948222?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8570098799756948222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=8570098799756948222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8570098799756948222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/8570098799756948222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/maganda-ka-teh.html' title='maganda ka &apos;teh ??'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-7852116520922294214</id><published>2008-11-17T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:29:27.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saan ba nsusukat ang talino??</title><content type='html'>*pg ng-eenglish, japanese, chinese, latin, o french matalino na?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSE-ut5Ss-I/AAAAAAAAACY/35cX144OPX4/s1600-h/fc4cd27e3a96f910.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSE-ut5Ss-I/AAAAAAAAACY/35cX144OPX4/s320/fc4cd27e3a96f910.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269562011314992098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pg wLang line of 7 sa report card matalino na?&lt;br /&gt;*pg ksama sa top 10 matalino na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba ang basehan ng pagiging matalino?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-7852116520922294214?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7852116520922294214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=7852116520922294214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/7852116520922294214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/7852116520922294214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/saan-ba-nsusukat-ang-talino.html' title='saan ba nsusukat ang talino??'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/SSE-ut5Ss-I/AAAAAAAAACY/35cX144OPX4/s72-c/fc4cd27e3a96f910.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-3881234509475366362</id><published>2008-11-16T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:53:32.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i think, therefore, i am"</title><content type='html'>wLA lang ,,&lt;br /&gt;ang ganda pakinggan e,,&lt;br /&gt;eniweii,,&lt;br /&gt;this statement propose&lt;br /&gt;that your existence is beyond reasonable doubt..&lt;br /&gt;when people doubts,,&lt;br /&gt;he thinks,,&lt;br /&gt;when he thinks,,&lt;br /&gt;therefore he exists,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aion,,&lt;br /&gt;yan ung pumasok sa isip ko e,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.n&lt;br /&gt;mei iba bang explanation bukod jan?&lt;br /&gt;(baka mali ung explanation ko ,, nkakahiya)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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am&quot;'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-6979889737697300523</id><published>2008-11-15T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:51:42.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>,,after 2 months,,</title><content type='html'>another blog,,&lt;br /&gt;after 2 months&lt;br /&gt;i decided to make another entry..&lt;br /&gt;peste,,&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap mag-english!&lt;br /&gt;tagalog tay0,,&lt;br /&gt;matapos ang dalawang buwan,,&lt;br /&gt;gumawa ulit ako ng blog,,&lt;br /&gt;masyado akong naging bisi sa livejournal,,&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko napagtuunan ng pansin ang&lt;br /&gt;account ko sa blogspot,,&lt;br /&gt;matap0s ang 2 buwan,,&lt;br /&gt;ganun parin,,&lt;br /&gt;wala pa rin akong maisip,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;haixt..&lt;br /&gt;hanggang dito nlang,,&lt;br /&gt;m.k.d.m.p.a.(&lt;=tgalog version ng t.c.c.i.c.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237335863800612336-6979889737697300523?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6979889737697300523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1237335863800612336&amp;postID=6979889737697300523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6979889737697300523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1237335863800612336/posts/default/6979889737697300523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtixaiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-2-months.html' title=',,after 2 months,,'/><author><name>♀mitch♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15028509233281976447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8RP19WXKyE/S2gHiWB2o3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7QCI9vRPJqQ/S220/18866_1316025987924_1448950485_30877771_3597694_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237335863800612336.post-9199412815475488759</id><published>2008-09-15T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:24:53.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>,,isolated,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;they were laughing&lt;br /&gt;and backstabbing,,&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;,,crying,&lt;br /&gt;judging me..&lt;br /&gt;going with the flow..&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;br /&gt;you're disgracing me,,&lt;br /&gt;disgracing everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bothered.,&lt;br /&gt;i can't think wisely..&lt;br /&gt;wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think have it now.&lt;br /&gt;want some distance.&lt;br /&gt;don't want to trust anyone.&lt;br /&gt;ALONE - that's what i want&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;silence,,&lt;br /&gt;it kills.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to see anyone..&lt;br /&gt;don't want to give a fake smile,,&lt;br /&gt;don't want to with anyone..&lt;br /&gt;please don't ask me why..&lt;br /&gt;because i know you know why..&lt;br /&gt;i want to be&lt;br /&gt;ISOLATED..&lt;br /&gt;&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/1237335863800612336-9199412815475488759?l=qtixaiel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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