<?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-10104029</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:05:31.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ kissed by lilies ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥</title><subtitle type='html'> 
..these are my thoughts written down on paper, it's my only savior from not saying what i want to say. these are the thoughts that are on my mind, moments that haven't yet been defined, ...and i don't know if you could ever understand. 
                     ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥



 

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110629545836935109</id><published>2005-01-21T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:17:38.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the color of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043989612_icturesRed.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110629545836935109?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110629545836935109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110629545836935109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629545836935109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629545836935109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/color-of-my-heart.html' title='the color of my heart'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110629484552560016</id><published>2005-01-21T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:07:25.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE big LOVE TEST: this is the kind of lover that makes me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coreina/1080315267_raaaa2.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;PASSIONATE LOVER. You love to love, always looking&lt;br&gt;for a relationship. You cannot live without it.&lt;br&gt;Your lover must be passionate  and you want&lt;br&gt;that you and your partner melt into each other.&lt;br&gt;He/She should not try to take the domination .&lt;br&gt;You dont want a relationship without passion,&lt;br&gt;and the sexuality plays a big part. The first&lt;br&gt;moment you meet him/her is one of the most&lt;br&gt;important. There has to be something between&lt;br&gt;you , you cannot explain. From the first moment&lt;br&gt;on everything must fix. But when this passion&lt;br&gt;disappears you disappear to. For you it is&lt;br&gt;better to leave than to see your love&lt;br&gt;restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE VOTE, I want to know what you think about my&lt;br&gt;quiz, I worked hard on it.You can always&lt;br&gt;message me or tell me how I can improve that&lt;br&gt;quiz. Ill sure write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coreina/quizzes/%09~THE%20big%20LOVE%20TEST!!%20What%20do%20you%20need%3F%20With%20PICS!%20For%20girls%20and%20boys!~/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;	~THE big LOVE TEST!! What do you need? With PICS! For girls and boys!~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110629484552560016?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110629484552560016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110629484552560016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629484552560016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629484552560016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/big-love-test-this-is-kind-of-lover.html' title='THE big LOVE TEST: this is the kind of lover that makes me'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110629353664153043</id><published>2005-01-20T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:45:36.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of girlfriend am i??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110629353664153043?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110629353664153043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110629353664153043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629353664153043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629353664153043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-kind-of-girlfriend-am-i.html' title='what kind of girlfriend am i??'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110629272699556502</id><published>2005-01-20T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:32:06.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of kiss am i??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299558_izdominant.jpg" border="0" alt="dominant"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and make&lt;br&gt;sure your partner can feel it! Done artfully,&lt;br&gt;it can be very satisfactory if he/she is into&lt;br&gt;you playing the dominant role MEORW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110629272699556502?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110629272699556502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110629272699556502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629272699556502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629272699556502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-kind-of-kiss-am-i.html' title='what kind of kiss am i??'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110629189159427760</id><published>2005-01-20T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:18:11.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my inner soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105285560_sktoplight.jpg" border="0" alt="http://www.magical-school.de/Angel/Angel95.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your inner soul is content with the way it is. In&lt;br&gt;general you are a very sweet, caring person!&lt;br&gt;You love to kick back and hang out with your&lt;br&gt;friends, but you also enjoy time by yourself to&lt;br&gt;read a book and catch up on your studies. You&lt;br&gt;love the wildlife and you can always seem to&lt;br&gt;make the day better. Your lover is the luckiest&lt;br&gt;man in the world because people like you are&lt;br&gt;rare to come across. You love life but always&lt;br&gt;still have your head in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20Inner%20Soul%20Trying%20To%20Say%3F%20(With%20Pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Is Your Inner Soul Trying To Say? (With Pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110629189159427760?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110629189159427760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110629189159427760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629189159427760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110629189159427760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-inner-soul.html' title='my inner soul'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110603091332076964</id><published>2005-01-17T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:48:33.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i romantic?*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1102113626_imebabes21.jpg" border="0" alt="adorabable"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You hate not to love but you hate to fall in love.&lt;br&gt;You can't help but sigh when you see to people&lt;br&gt;kiss in the park and all.  You don't like to go&lt;br&gt;over board and believe in a small steady&lt;br&gt;relationship at first so that it can grow.  You&lt;br&gt;also like to think that you can have that kiss&lt;br&gt;that puts you into a portal and you can't get&lt;br&gt;back until he/she stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/How%20%20much%20do%20you%20love%3F%20GOOD%20PICS/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How  much do you love? GOOD PICS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110603091332076964?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110603091332076964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110603091332076964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110603091332076964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110603091332076964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-i-romantic.html' title='am i romantic?*'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110603059432757243</id><published>2005-01-17T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:43:14.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this, indeed is tres!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1100931237_uresamoure.jpg" border="0" alt="amoure"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like the sweet, shy type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20guy%20are%20you%20most%20attracted%20to%3F%20(CUTE%20anime%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110603059432757243?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110603059432757243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110603059432757243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110603059432757243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110603059432757243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-indeed-is-tres.html' title='this, indeed is tres!'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110567674029964246</id><published>2005-01-13T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:25:40.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ ♥ nice shot of tres and moi ♥ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/tres.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE this pic*♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110567674029964246?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110567674029964246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110567674029964246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567674029964246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567674029964246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/nice-shot-of-tres-and-moi.html' title='♥ ♥ nice shot of tres and moi ♥ ♥'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110567496377208097</id><published>2005-01-13T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:56:03.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream++</title><content type='html'>and we drove what felt like forever, down this street and stopped at the edge of the earth. it looks so beautiful from here, this is a place we dreamed of, a place made up in our head we thought we'd never see. but here i am.. eyes blinded by painted smiles. we lived a lifetime that night.. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110567496377208097?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110567496377208097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110567496377208097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567496377208097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567496377208097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/dream.html' title='dream++'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110567485235038029</id><published>2005-01-13T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:25:48.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eLiz LoVeS mAnUeL</title><content type='html'>and i'm not sure what i'm looking for..&lt;br /&gt;but it's clear to see, the purpose of my existence,&lt;br /&gt;..is laying here in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;so close your eyes, and sleep to dream.&lt;br /&gt;i'm by your side, no words to speak.&lt;br /&gt;we'll set our course, and make it through...&lt;br /&gt;no matter how far you go,&lt;br /&gt;..my heart remains with you.&lt;br /&gt;and if all else fails, you can look up at the sky..&lt;br /&gt;because it's the same one that shines above You and I.&lt;br /&gt;and if all else fails, you can close your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be right beside you, i'll be the one by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110567485235038029?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110567369847319130</id><published>2005-01-13T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:34:58.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tres, if ever you read this... </title><content type='html'>i may run out of reasons why i love you, but i wont run out of love to give to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-im sorry last night... i'll never hate you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110567369847319130?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110567369847319130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110567369847319130' title='0 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'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110567241457026155</id><published>2005-01-13T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:13:34.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TASTE OF INK</title><content type='html'>Is it worth it can you even hear me&lt;br /&gt;Standing with your spotlight on me&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to feed the hungry&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now&lt;br /&gt;In this sea of lonely&lt;br /&gt;The taste of ink is getting old&lt;br /&gt;It's four o' clock in the fucking morning&lt;br /&gt;Each day gets more and more like the last day&lt;br /&gt;Still I can see it coming&lt;br /&gt;While I'm standing in the river drowning&lt;br /&gt;This could be my chance to break out&lt;br /&gt;This could be my chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;At last it's finally over&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take this town much longer&lt;br /&gt;Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am it's in my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'll savor every moment of this&lt;br /&gt;So here I am alive at last&lt;br /&gt;And I'll savor every moment of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And won't you think I'm pretty&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing top the bright lit city&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take your hand and pick you up&lt;br /&gt;And keep you there to so you can see&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're alive and care&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will take you there&lt;br /&gt;And we'll drink and dance the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're alive&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will take you there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110567241457026155?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110567241457026155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110567241457026155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567241457026155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567241457026155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/taste-of-ink.html' title='THE TASTE OF INK'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110567198522462888</id><published>2005-01-13T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:21:10.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>++TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE?++</title><content type='html'>WE were just 15 when we met... are we too young for love?.. NAH! 'course were NOT!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as the "right age" for love. Anybody san love at any age and any fucking given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours was a special one... we pamper each other's hearts by showing our care and love for each other .. We whisper words of love and we never let insecurities creep through our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were happy..contented.. and doin fine.. but the we word here is... FOR A WHILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one day,, i woke up and realized, he suddenly became cold. He wouldnt speak up, not unless i was the first to approach.. and it was weird, coz he's not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he has difficulties in expressing himslef, but inspite of that he'd still gather all his guts just to say he loves me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -but this time it was different,,&lt;br /&gt;     he was damn silent... &lt;br /&gt;       and his silence kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what i did or say for him to ct this way.. im gettin scared... is he losin interest in me? doesn't he love me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ...questions races through my mind.. I'm scared at the thought of losing him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Its been a year and a month that weve been together. . . and its not the first time that we had misunderstandings... but this time, there's no really misunderstandings or whatsoever... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    its just that we chose to stay inside our shells and close the doors for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Were total strangers once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe we are still TOO young... not mature enough to know &lt;br /&gt;         and understand what real commitment is... &lt;br /&gt;                     maybe, just maybe..#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110567198522462888?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110567198522462888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110567198522462888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567198522462888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567198522462888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/too-young-for-love.html' title='++TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE?++'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110567095839988290</id><published>2005-01-13T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:50:44.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>++MY FIRST REAL DANCE++</title><content type='html'> &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 19, 2003... a very memorable night for me, for it was my last promenade ball..&lt;br /&gt; Our prom was held at Manila Midtown Hotel. It was scheduled from 7pm-12am, but it was extended as the program started late.&lt;br /&gt; I enjoyed the night eventhough it wasnt that complete as I was waiting for someone else.. Someone who didn't showed up!&lt;br /&gt; I was very disappointed... but that didn't stopped me from enjoying my last prom.&lt;br /&gt; Gladly, with the help of my buddies and some "crushes" .. i was able to cope up, smile, and dance my eart away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nothing sweet happened...uh?.. maybe i can consider the dance i had with Manuel Caballero... geezzz...hihi... 'tis kinda weird for he wasnt really my crush... he's my classmate.. the silent one, who's always 'stationed' at the corner of the room talkin to Geneva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Weve never been that close... until last night, we danced to the point were embracing each other... and as we talked, i can feel his breathe on my nape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -well, i dont wanna give any meaning to this 'unpredicted' thing... but i cant help thinkin about him and dreaming that we should have been..'couple...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hehe..he's not my typical kind of guy, but i wished he was! his 'gentleness' got me weak on the knees...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He was the fourth to ask me to dance... it was just a casual: "may i dance with you?" .. and i said,"sure!"... but when we hit the dancefloor... (man! i feel like a woman! hehe**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he was focused on me (my pleasure=*) and we  were like 'dates' coz he didn't give me up on the guy who wished to switch partners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't remember what we had talked about... for all i can remember is when he and I went back to our table,.. holding each other's hand...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Indeed!, it was the best and 'real' dance i ever had!..**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110567095839988290?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110567095839988290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110567095839988290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567095839988290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110567095839988290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-first-real-dance.html' title='++MY FIRST REAL DANCE++'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10104029.post-110551480799695924</id><published>2005-01-11T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:26:47.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TrEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He was my classmate way back highschool years in Diliman. I was only 16 when we met. I was still young and innocent. He was the kind of guy that I had always wanted - so caring, gentle, sweet, understanding, and everything. He was my first boyfriend. He promised he would give me everything I wanted and all I needed to do was to love and listen to all his needs. I thought that wasn't that difficult to do because, eventually, i fell for him. He promised to be with me till the rest of my life and would never hurt me. Hurting me was the last thing on his mind. He said he loved me with all his heart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10104029-110551480799695924?l=kathang-isip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/feeds/110551480799695924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10104029&amp;postID=110551480799695924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110551480799695924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10104029/posts/default/110551480799695924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathang-isip.blogspot.com/2005/01/tres.html' title='TrEs'/><author><name>xxpreciousxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690104437013322181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/209054/UNO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
