<?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-5154518780889919359</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:21:42.797-04:00</updated><category term='Be happy like u&apos;ve never been sad..'/><category term='My Emotion.'/><category term='A HEARTBREAK'/><category term='Honesty is the best policy: :)'/><category term='Sorry if my grammar is not that good.'/><category term='Thats what I think &quot;SADNESS IS&quot;'/><category term='&quot;A MEMORY&quot;'/><category term='THE MEMORY OF THE LOVE I SUFFERED:'/><category term='Let it go...'/><category term='&quot;If love is never lost... how can it be found?&quot;'/><category term='GOODLUCK::: :)'/><category term='&quot;EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON&quot;'/><title type='text'>3MOTIONALLY D3PR3SS</title><subtitle type='html'>"LOVE; so many people use your name in vain.LOVE; those who have faith in you sometimes go astray.LOVE; through all the ups and downs, the joys and hurts.LOVE; for better or worse i still will choose you first."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-6858063944190620027</id><published>2009-09-26T23:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:12:20.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let it go...'/><title type='text'>PAST IS PAST:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is the passion that we feel inside of our hearts that we can't hide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We pretend to hide it, but it burns us more and more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until the pain grows and grows and it never ends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sr7jfbwGiiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jevKGSz4xQo/s1600-h/4415_1143392195086_1535937863_339501_4708394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385992333546654242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sr7jfbwGiiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jevKGSz4xQo/s400/4415_1143392195086_1535937863_339501_4708394_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Passion... it's the atmosphere, the noise, it's the time, the taste, the smell, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the sense of being. I think it's being alive at a point where it's so joyful it can almost be painful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sa lahat ng naisulat ko sa blog na to, puro nalang lungkot, iyak, at sakit mababasa nyo.. Pero ngyon magsisimula na ako magsulat ng mga masasaya sa buhay ko.. actually narealize ko na bakit ko ba sinusulat yung past ko?? And if anyone noticed it its all about love.. nyayyy... Kasi sa love naging masaya at malungkot ako.. And I want to share it to those whos been reading my blog.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sa mga naranasan ko, sa mga napag daanan ko. Walang makakapaniwala kung malalaman ng iba. Madaming mga bagay na nangyayari na hindi natin inaasahan. Simula nagkaisip ako, may isang bagay akong gustong magawa. At ngyon nakikita ko ng malapit na mangyari yun. May mga taong ang tingin siguro sakin is pabaya, walang direksyon ang buhay. But kung alam lang nung mga taong yun kung anung pinag dadaanan ko sa mga sandaling to.. Malalaman nilang mali sila..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ilang beses na akong hinusgahan at siniraan... Madami ng taong sumira ng buhay ko.. Marami ng taong nagtangkang pabagsakin ako.. Marami ng taong umapak sa pag katao ko... Marami ng taong pilit akong binubura sa mundo.. Pero eto parin ako, nakatayo.. Kahit anung galit at pagkamuhi ang nararamdaman ko sa kanila hindi ko magawang gumawa ng paraan para gantihan sila... Kahit nasa harap ko na sila, hindi ko magawang magsalita ng masama... Masyado ba akong mabait para respetuhin pa yung mga taong malaki ang kasalanan sakin?? Kaya ba hindi nila ako tinitigilan kasi wala akong ginagawa para ipagtanggol yung sarili ko?? Kaya iniisip nilang duwag ako??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pero bakit ako gaganti sa mga walang kwentang tao? Bakit ko sasayangin yung oras ko sa mga taong "ika nga ng iba" " mga taong hindi busy" ahaha.. Pero sa totoo lang kahit madami na silang ginawang masama sakin hindi parin nauubos ang respeto ko sa kanila.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maraming nangyari in my past, Theres alot of things I chose to keep just for the sake of others.. Me, not thinking myself.. Im the one who's got alot of hurt.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Madaming mga bagay din akong nagawang mali.. Pero sa mga maling yun, madami akong natutunan, I saw things in different ways now. Nagsisisi ako but not so nagsisisi. Maraming nangyayari sa buhay ko na hindi pangkaraniwan. Na hindi nararanasan ng ibang tipikal na 21 years old kid.. Lahat ng mga nangyari sa buhay ko, sa personal, sa lovelife and sa friendship. Yung mga pangyayaring yun ang tumulong sakin bilang maging mature sa lahat ng bagay.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pero lahat ng pangyayaring yun, nakaraan na.. Tapos na.. Sabi nga nila ibaon nalang lahat sa limot... Pero hindi ko gagawin yun.. Dahil kung kakalimutan ko lahat ng mga nakaraan ko,? parang kinalimutan ko na din yung buong pagkatao ko... I don't think I need to forget those things, I just need to set them aside so I can totally moved on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kung nasan mang sitwasyon ako ngyon, masaya na din ako.. Madami pang mangyayari, i know.. Pero handang handa ako.. Kahit sa anu pa at sino pa dumating sa buhay ko..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-6858063944190620027?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6858063944190620027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/past-is-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/6858063944190620027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/6858063944190620027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/past-is-past.html' title='PAST IS PAST:'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sr7jfbwGiiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jevKGSz4xQo/s72-c/4415_1143392195086_1535937863_339501_4708394_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-9056272302750919635</id><published>2009-09-11T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:21:37.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOODLUCK::: :)'/><title type='text'>I MOVED ON: YES I AM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Lead me not into temptation, heaven help me to be strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't fight all that I'm feelin', and I can't do it alone. Help me break this spell that I'm under, guide my feet and hold me tight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need 10,000 angels watchin' over me tonight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SrMRgMZFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/D_V1E-v8hIs/s1600-h/49.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382665224417788754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SrMRgMZFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/D_V1E-v8hIs/s320/49.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been through in alot of heart troubles this past few years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But still I am standing here, looking forward in alot of things that can happen in my life. I never lose my confident in LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't say that I don't wanna love anymore again. I am willing to fall in love again and again and again,.. but in the right time. In time I know Im gonna fall inlove again ang get hurt all over again. But I am ready to face all the consequences if it's gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know I am not that strong but I can assure myself that I am not that weak either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In LOVE I believe that theres alot out there can happen in just one click. We never know when we fall inlove again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In my experience I know I need to learn more lessons to make myself more confident and stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looking at myself right now is like looking at a blank wall. NO COLOR. NO SHINE. NO LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT I MOVED ON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes I am. Im going to stand straight again. Its hard to forget all of my heartache but I am willing to learn. I don't need to forget it. I just need to learn how to have a real life again. And be happy. Its hard but I know, time will come. I will be happy again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don't become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-9056272302750919635?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9056272302750919635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-moved-on-yes-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/9056272302750919635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/9056272302750919635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-moved-on-yes-i-am.html' title='I MOVED ON: YES I AM!!!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SrMRgMZFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/D_V1E-v8hIs/s72-c/49.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-842454739249827400</id><published>2009-09-05T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:36:38.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;If love is never lost... how can it be found?&quot;'/><title type='text'>I FELL IN LOVE AGAIN: "A SWEET SHORT LOVE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Falling in love and fixing a broken heart have something in common: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they both take time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqLDxtAYNTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KsZk6MJnZLE/s1600-h/98838242_66b40f5500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378076163695981874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqLDxtAYNTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KsZk6MJnZLE/s200/98838242_66b40f5500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  "Love is like the flame of a candle; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both can be extinguished in the quickness of one breath."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes guys. I fell in love again. This person is so sweet, childish, and sometimes so immature. Last march I went home(philippines) and we went out a lot. We tried to ignore our feelings for one another but we end up more into it. So as days pass by, we still see each other a lot. Almost everyday. One day He brought me to their home, He wants me to meet his family. His mother was so nice, so warm, so accommodating. So as His sisters. After that day we started to date seriously. Every time I am with Him I felt so calm and just be myself. We did a lot of things together. Watch movie, eat outside, shopping. He's my conscience, because he always stop me every time I can't control myself buying clothes or anything I want. The first time we watched movie the "SHOPAHOLIC" ever since He called me that. AHAHA He knows I love shopping. And sometimes we argued about that. This guy is always act like a child. But when I am the one who’s acting like a child He get annoyed.. AHAHA.. I did that every time I want to pissed Him.. LOL.. I remember the first time we went out. We went to Shangri La mall, and we ate at Kimono ken. I laugh so hard when he told me that my eyes showed something in my mind. Like planning something or thinking something because of my eyes expressions.. AHAHA I am so transparent.. ha-ha.. That’s why no matter how hard I kept my feelings there’s always some people can see it through my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our FIRST FORMAL DATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqLDn94zwUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jEQSxfw05K8/s1600-h/4415_1143392035082_1535937863_339497_3398924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378075996428943682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqLDn94zwUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jEQSxfw05K8/s320/4415_1143392035082_1535937863_339497_3398924_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories I will never ever forget in this relationship was 1. the first time we went out in a formal outfit. He has a friend whos celebrating a debut he ask me if I can be hes date.. Before that day I was wondering what kind of drees i should wear. I dont know. The day before we went to the mall. WOOO SHOPPING. And yah I finally found a dress and a cute sandals. The driver drop us in the hotel where the party is. Soo shy.. But He kiss me then sed ur so beautiful thats ok. AHAHA BOLA. After the party we went to starbucks (OMG STILL IN THAT DRESS) sooo shyy.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our SECOND FORMAL DATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqLDicOgBuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QwLFDbYLMVs/s1600-h/4415_1143391315064_1535937863_339479_3475062_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378075901493774050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqLDicOgBuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QwLFDbYLMVs/s320/4415_1143391315064_1535937863_339479_3475062_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was in his cousins wedding. We agreed that we were going to that wedding together. But the night before the wedding He called me saying that His cousin is in their house piccking him up coz he want to go to the wedding with my guy. That pissed me off. But its ok. So we decided that on the wedding day I need to go to their house so me and His family can go together. So I did. But the funny thing is I lied to Him. I told Him I can't go to the wedding because of the emergency thing happens. So he felt sorry. I arrived to their house around 4pm. So his two sisters and I are getting ready for the party. And roy keep texting me saying "I wish u were here" I was laughing out laud. So silly me. So when were at the car He called His sister, so this sister told him that Im with them. AHAHA no more surprise. But when we arrived to the reception and he open the door beside me. We was so surprise to one another, why? because Hes so handsome in a long sleeve black striped polo and He told me I am so beautiful in a Purple dress.. AHAHA BOLA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after 4 months our relationships end. For the second time I saw a pictures of Him with his X gf in he's friendster account. I forgive Him when i saw some picture the first time. But this second time? I gave up. I broke up with Him. Yes I got jealous. But you know whats really pissing me off? Is the fact that He's picture with His xgf is in the same account where Our pictures are. I felt cheated and humiliated. Is ok if it is a group picture but no, the picture was intimate. It hurts me. I know I hurt Him too when I broke up with him. But I felt lost. I need time to think. I need to find myself again. In our relationship theres to much pressure. Especially when I came back here in canada. I missed Him, He missed me. No matter how we express our feelings through chat still not enaugh. So we decided to just split up and go on with our lives. I have lots of responsibilities here. So as he. Were ok now. Were still talk. AS A FRIEND. Our memories deserved to be kept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When love was knocking on my door, I had to pretend I wasn't home; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that way, I would never be hurt again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will always regret that decision."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"“Some people believe that holding on and hanging in there are signs of strength, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there are times in life when it takes much more strength to just let go.”"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154518780889919359-842454739249827400?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/842454739249827400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-fell-in-love-again-sweet-short-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/842454739249827400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/842454739249827400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-fell-in-love-again-sweet-short-love.html' title='I FELL IN LOVE AGAIN: &quot;A SWEET SHORT LOVE&quot;'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqLDxtAYNTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KsZk6MJnZLE/s72-c/98838242_66b40f5500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-2612666310010070642</id><published>2009-09-04T02:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:51:55.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON&quot;'/><title type='text'>MY THIRD TRUE LOVE: "A MOST LIKE DESTINY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be what you want to be, because you only have one life to live &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and one chance to do all the things you want to do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqCwahnXjqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eeU9ft5l3PA/s1600-h/1037138985_dab1669bdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377491924826951330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqCwahnXjqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eeU9ft5l3PA/s320/1037138985_dab1669bdd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can only discribe this love in 3 words, " love, anger and controlled". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOVED and CONTROLLED: I've been so in love with Him. Eversince I met Him, I did everything for Him. Everything He wants I did. He got jealous to all my guy friends. So just to make Him happy, I avoid my friends. If i want to go out, like went to the mall or wherever i want I need His permission. But its ok with me coz I love him. I've been so honest, faithfull and loyal to Him. Theres one time, my friend having a party in a bar he invited me. So i ask Him if i can go. After an hour he sed yes. So I went to the party. Old friends are there. That night is almost perfect. ALMOST. Why? Because, I think i've been in the party about an hour and here He come. He's waiting outside to fetch me. NICE.. I did'nt even finished my ice tea. But because I LOVE Him. It's ok. Even though my friend asked me, REALLY? YOU GOING HOME ALREADY? Well what can I do.? My boss is waiting outside.. hehehe I felt so controlled. Everything I did, I did for Him. The sad is I lost my freedom and the worst it felt like i lost my LIFE. But I accepted all the consequences. Because I love Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANGER: This relationship end up with anger. I was so hurt. I never thought He can do that thing to me. I trusted Him. I gave everything I have. I did everything for him. But still He hurt me. He did a sin that I can't forgot and forgive. When I found out about that sin, I felt like my world collapse above me. Why? Why he did that to me? I never did anything wrong to him. The moment i found out i confronted Him. Well we fought because He caugh me holding His phone while crying. So I told Him I saw everything. I red everything. But still He denied everything. But I am not stupid. He even ask me to marry Him. He's family got mad at me because i did'nt accept the marriage proposal. But when I found out what He did to me. I am so thankful I refused to get married. But in the other side i thought He cheated on me because I did'nt accept His proposal. But I realize thats not enaugh reason to hurt me. To make me look stupid. I hated Him. I am so angry. I am so hurt. Everynight I cried. Everynight I woke up crying because I dreamed about it. I can't control my tears, my anger. I was so down and feel so alone. I pity myself. After that incident I became a loner. I always go out alone. I kept everything inside me. Until now even though were friends I still can't forgive Him. I can't forget How hurt I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MEMORIES: But theres one thing I never regreted having when were still together. I am so happy to have it in my life. And I will never ever forget about the surprise he organize for me. It was valentines day. He sed He just wanted to have lunch in a cozy restaurant in tagaytay. Yah we had lunch together. But after that lunch we went to tagaytay highlands. And He showed me His surprise.. But in that surprise I sed no.. So sad but I know to myself I am not ready yet so I refused. Now I know I did the right decision..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is when thoughts of but one man fill your heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he means more than life to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you know you would do anything for him and shall die if he is taken from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desire is when you ache to see him and touch him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he causes your body to burn and tremble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desire does not demand love before it can ensnare you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but desire with love creates a powerful bond."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We don't know whats gonna happen to our lives. As far as I can see, were ok and were doing our best to our responsibilities. And I am happy about that. I hope your ok and happy. Because me, I am happy and contented for what I have right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5154518780889919359-2612666310010070642?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2612666310010070642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-third-true-love-most-like-destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/2612666310010070642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/2612666310010070642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-third-true-love-most-like-destiny.html' title='MY THIRD TRUE LOVE: &quot;A MOST LIKE DESTINY&quot;'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqCwahnXjqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eeU9ft5l3PA/s72-c/1037138985_dab1669bdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-6291576251895284172</id><published>2009-09-03T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:06:50.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE MEMORY OF THE LOVE I SUFFERED:'/><title type='text'>MY SECOND TRUE LOVE: "MY LOVE CALLED SICK"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The things I remember most about being in love, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;is the joy that lasted for a while, the smiles, the way you held me, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and all the tears I cried for deceiving me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I wish that my mom would have told me the same thing about guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;as she did about horror movies when I was 5, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;""Don't worry honey it's all fake!""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqB56SUewzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zlVWM5BWaeA/s1600-h/31.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377431997337486130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqB56SUewzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zlVWM5BWaeA/s320/31.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What memories i can't forget about this love was the way how we met. It's so awkward, strange and different. That no one can understand. It's just me and that guy. And I should just keep it as a secret. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He was so nice. So gentle. He's a Doctor. And theres saying that. An apple a day keeps the doctor away. AHAHAHA.. Even how hard i avoid him, He never gave up. He always there. He gave me flowers and stuff toys. But the thing He never forgot to gave me is fruits. He always bring me fruits. He wants me to be healthy. My mom love's Him so much. So as my sisters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That guy was so quiet. If you look at Him, He looks like He can never brake glasses. He's so slow. But everytime were together, He always makes me feel so especial. He always sed to me that I am the most beautiful and special patient He had.. ahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would never ever forget the time we argued at the phone. I was so pissed that time. Just to make it up to me, He leave His duty at the hospital where His working. Still in His Doctor suit He went to our house to say sorry. Thats so sweet. And there was this one time I went home from mall I can't breathe. So my mom brought me to the hospital. After the doctor checked me, BOOOMMM there he is.. He leave His work again for me.. Soo sweet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But still after a year and a half, our relationship end. He did a very big mistake. That makes me decide to break up with Him. That thing is the only thing He did that cause me a lot of tears. I never expected he can do that. He never cheated on me. He was so faithful, honest and loyal. But that thing, I really can't forgive him. But even though we end up like this. I am so happy were friends now. We sometimes hang on our favorite hangout. At starbucks Morato.. ahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What happens to us makes me realize that no matter how nice the person is. Definitely can make big mistake that nobody can accept. Thats what happens to us. I can't accept the mistake He did so I broke up with Him. I was so hurt and devastated. But its all in the past now. A memory that i might keep a lifetime..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Who says time heals?! You don't get OVER the pain, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you just learn to get ALONG with the pain, in time."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"They say there's more pleasure in loving than being loved ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but do they know how painful it is if it's unrequited?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"No love can hurt as much as the love that can never be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, no thoughts can hurt as much as the thoughts of a love that could have been."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I can see myself love and beloved again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-6291576251895284172?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6291576251895284172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-second-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/6291576251895284172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/6291576251895284172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-second-love.html' title='MY SECOND TRUE LOVE: &quot;MY LOVE CALLED SICK&quot;'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SqB56SUewzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zlVWM5BWaeA/s72-c/31.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-323748777199291589</id><published>2009-08-19T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:05:45.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;A MEMORY&quot;'/><title type='text'>MY FIRST TRUE LOVE: "THE T.V SERIES LIKE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is when there are a million things you want to say to someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when they look you in the eyes and hold you in their arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing in life matters other than being with that person at that moment."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SowmDRhVyCI/AAAAAAAAADU/eIBbnmfCrUU/s1600-h/19.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371710293230864418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SowmDRhVyCI/AAAAAAAAADU/eIBbnmfCrUU/s320/19.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love and got hurt so many times. I still remember the day when my heart was first broken. That love, I will never ever forget. That love will always be a part of me. That time was so difficult for me. The situation is so crazy. I felt so alone that time. Hurt and angry at the same time. I don't know who are the true people anymore. I want to, But I can't trust anyone. It's hard to be in a relationship that in both party they can't accept the situation or the relationship. You have to be strong. But sometimes there still a moment that I can't handle it anymore. Even though how hard we fight there still a time I found myself crying. And praying that everythings be accepted and respect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That love, ohh that love. It's like a T.V series. To much actions and dramas. I never expected to be in that situation. Our friends sometimes told us that, the kind and situation we have in a relationship can be put in T.V, which is we agreed, then laugh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still remember the time we had misunderstanding. Just to make it up to me. He did'nt went to school, instead He waited me outside my school and then when He saw me with my friends He stand up in front of me holding a boquet of flowers and saying His sorry. I was so shocked and the only thing i did is put my hands in my mouth and sed " Oh my God HOWEH". Everybody looking at me. Looks like they are waiting if im gonna forgive Him or not. But ofcoures i forgive Him, coz I am not a stone hearted person. Imagine a guy infront of u holding flowers and telling you hes sorry. Thats so sweet. And so heart melting scene. And then after, we went to the mall watch a movie, then eat at chowking (beefwanton with not so hot, hot sauce), then we went to baywalk. It's felts so amazing if your with the guy you really love and having a so natural conversation while walking. Laughing, holding hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats one of our more happy moments together. But that love now is just a memory. Deserve to be kept and cherish. Now were just friends. But a good friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Love is always patient and kind, it's never jealous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love is never boastful or concieted, it is never rude or selfish, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it is not take offense, it is not resendable." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"You will never forget your first love. That's what makes it so special. You love so hard, so deeply, and so intensely because you don’t know any different. It's the best until it is over. Then you hurt like you've never been hurt before. Eventually you love again, but you love differently. You will love more carefully, more cautiously. Just know that there is so much more love waiting for you, but there will always only be one first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-323748777199291589?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/323748777199291589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/323748777199291589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/323748777199291589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='MY FIRST TRUE LOVE: &quot;THE T.V SERIES LIKE&quot;'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SowmDRhVyCI/AAAAAAAAADU/eIBbnmfCrUU/s72-c/19.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-444272492872808171</id><published>2009-08-19T03:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T03:46:53.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty is the best policy: :)'/><title type='text'>HONESTY:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When you're in love with someone it inspires you and gives you hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You have faith that even if you can't be with them on earth, that if God wills, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will be with them one day in heaven."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I may not get to see you as often as I like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But deep in my heart I truly know, you're the one that I love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can't let you go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SounZSOXbPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ofg_wK74Klw/s1600-h/1_191681354l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371571033400110322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SounZSOXbPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ofg_wK74Klw/s320/1_191681354l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honesty is a very important ingredient in a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In any kind of relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can find new friends if you are honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And specially "LOVE".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just being your self means already honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U can gain trust if ur honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be afraid. Don't be shy. Don't let your love flew with air again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just believe in you self. Be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to LOVE and BELOVED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5154518780889919359-444272492872808171?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/444272492872808171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/444272492872808171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/444272492872808171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/honesty.html' title='HONESTY:'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SounZSOXbPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ofg_wK74Klw/s72-c/1_191681354l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-3163315312212493868</id><published>2009-08-19T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:42:47.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be happy like u&apos;ve never been sad..'/><title type='text'>HAPPINESS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happiness is not found at the end of the road, it is experienced along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So take not for granted each moment of your life and you will find a reason to be happy each day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SouUHJbLkDI/AAAAAAAAACs/fXXs6Ne7CtQ/s1600-h/5772_1173231741056_1535937863_440884_1345004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371549831079366706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SouUHJbLkDI/AAAAAAAAACs/fXXs6Ne7CtQ/s320/5772_1173231741056_1535937863_440884_1345004_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPINESS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can people say that they are happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, sometimes I can't say weather I am happy or sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to be sad. So when I am happy it's nothings different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happiness is the only thing on earth that cannot be paid by any diamonds, gold or money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued is always beyond our grasp, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if you sit down quietly may alight upon you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Laughter is like a fresh new day, each giggle is the dawn of a new morning;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; brighten up your day and smile with laughter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happiness looks too small when you hold it in your hands, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just let it go once, and you realize how precious it was."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happiness does not come in bottles."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happiness is worthless in money, but precious in your life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Happiness adds and multiplies when we divide it with others."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "To be happy is the choice I wish to make in spite of the circumstances that are strewn in my path."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-3163315312212493868?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3163315312212493868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/3163315312212493868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/3163315312212493868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS:'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SouUHJbLkDI/AAAAAAAAACs/fXXs6Ne7CtQ/s72-c/5772_1173231741056_1535937863_440884_1345004_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-5574502301295463046</id><published>2009-08-18T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:54:40.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A HEARTBREAK'/><title type='text'>HEARTBREAK:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A heart breaking isn't always as loud as a bomb exploding.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it can be as quiet as a feather falling.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the most painful thing is, no one really hears it, except you.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SosIqNGwBrI/AAAAAAAAABM/SrS89gNcv6o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371396501734950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SosIqNGwBrI/AAAAAAAAABM/SrS89gNcv6o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A heartbreak always a part of LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weather how urge u wan't to ignore it, if it gonna happen, it will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we can't do anything but to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got hurt many times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everytime it happens I always learned new lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What should I do to make things more easier if destiny gives me a opportunity to LOVE again:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even how long we practice, we can't make our relationships perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always be a sadness and a heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes I can't help but ask myself what are the reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sadly, I can't find the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone of us, I know, want's to LOVE and BELOVED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there are times we chose to be alone rather than to get hurt again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there are also times that we chose to Love again like we never been hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well what can we do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is always in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will never be stoped loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We always feel love, coz we love to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just that we afraid to show it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because were afraid to a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"HEARTBREAK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"All of our young lives we search for someone to love, someone who makes us complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We choose partners and change partners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow there is someone searching for us." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-5574502301295463046?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5574502301295463046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/5574502301295463046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/5574502301295463046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/heartbreak.html' title='HEARTBREAK:'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SosIqNGwBrI/AAAAAAAAABM/SrS89gNcv6o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-3868069964552897608</id><published>2009-08-18T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:49:16.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thats what I think &quot;SADNESS IS&quot;'/><title type='text'>SADNESS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I always knew that looking back to the cries would make me laugh; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I never knew that looking back to the laughs would make me cry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SosBA-nziDI/AAAAAAAAABE/QG9fZkKAZAo/s1600-h/2698132462_5f7b516edf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371388096891029554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SosBA-nziDI/AAAAAAAAABE/QG9fZkKAZAo/s320/2698132462_5f7b516edf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am sitting and facing to my computer wondering and thinking why I am "SAD"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And came out with this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I always make people around me happy. But why I can't be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been like this for so long. And Im getting tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wan't to see myself again what I am before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Always smiling and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't control myself anymore. Even though im trying my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I smile and I laugh but behind of those smiling and laughters my heart is crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoping that someday I'll be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Find my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I believe that people who feel sad, once they found their happiness. their never be sad again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People are alone find their partner never be alone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People are crying find a shoulder to cry on will never cry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And people are not contented will be contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sadness is a feeling that is hard to ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sadness is always in everybodys life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Especially in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I'm still hoping that "Someday, Oneday" everythings gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Hearts are tough. Most of the times they don't break. Most times they only bend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-3868069964552897608?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3868069964552897608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/3868069964552897608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/3868069964552897608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/sadness.html' title='SADNESS:'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/SosBA-nziDI/AAAAAAAAABE/QG9fZkKAZAo/s72-c/2698132462_5f7b516edf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-1457919414850249611</id><published>2009-08-18T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:03:46.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry if my grammar is not that good.'/><title type='text'>CRITICISM:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People criticize others by what? By their actions. The way they move and speak/talk. What their talking about etc. But who are they to criticize others? Who are you to talk to me like that? If my english language is not that good. So what? Why? Can you speak english fluently? As far i as know I can speak english more that you do. So don't act like you know everything. Look at your self, ask yourself if what you did is right. Your too boastful. I don't know you anymore. Your different now from what before. You know why? Because your being so Bitter. Let go. Everything is done. Accept it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im being hurt now by the person i did'nt expect to hurt me. He judge me like he don't know me. Well now I know what color your personality is. Stop hiding from your Good Looking Face. Because how beautiful ur out is how ugly you are inside. That's ashame. I really feel sorry for you. This person ask me onetime if why his friends and other people look at him like a boastful and plastic person. I don't know the answer before. But now I know. Because he just show me. And may be I saw it before but because hes my friend I never look at him like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well Every person has a attitude. Me? Im sure I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can accept opinions or corrections if it sed in a nice way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Look people for what are their best/correct not in their mistakes/wrong" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-1457919414850249611?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1457919414850249611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/criticism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/1457919414850249611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/1457919414850249611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/criticism.html' title='CRITICISM:'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154518780889919359.post-9193281094264818577</id><published>2009-08-08T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:41:40.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Emotion.'/><title type='text'>All about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3XWhksY1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9Hwtdh6V9o/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_12617bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367683112864867154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3XWhksY1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9Hwtdh6V9o/s320/PhotoFunia_12617bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me as a person I always make sure that all the people around me are happy and ok. As a EMOTIONAL person, sometimes it's hard to get along to other people. Being so EMOTIONAL, is sometimes pulling me to the limit. I sometimes did something that hurt others feelings. I usually/always hide my true feelings inside me. Always smile, laugh and throw some jokes everytime im in front, with or around people. But when I am alone, thats the time SADNESS strikes me. I always pray that hopefully sooner or later i can be happy again. No more hiding. I often cry in the middle of my sleep. Thingking why? Why me? Why Im always like th&lt;/em&gt;is? &lt;em&gt;Why I can't be happy? &lt;/em&gt;I always encounter a lot of difficulties. Sometimes i thought I was born to be like this the whole lifetime.&lt;em&gt; But having a loving family, and so nice and kind friends, gives me the courage to fight and look forward for the best. So here I am, trying my very best to be happy. And hopefully soon i can smile, laugh and be as me, MYSELF again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't need anyone to take advantage of my weaknesses or my strengths, I need someone who will appreciate me for everything that I am."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"THIS IS ALL ABOUT ME"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154518780889919359-9193281094264818577?l=roseannearcangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9193281094264818577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/9193281094264818577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154518780889919359/posts/default/9193281094264818577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseannearcangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-about-me.html' title='All about me'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881530030415074813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3gnyksaqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X30BQGhwjWQ/S220/5772_1173746313920_1535937863_442285_8163977_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlsnxyf5UKU/Sn3XWhksY1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9Hwtdh6V9o/s72-c/PhotoFunia_12617bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
