<?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-10636611</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:06:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amour pour une vie ( LoveforaLifetime )</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-112044990531173654</id><published>2005-07-03T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:44:04.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janae's latest pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/828/1600/Daddy%27s%20knee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/828/320/Daddy%27s%20knee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a cutie? Love You Janae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-112044990531173654?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/112044990531173654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=112044990531173654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/112044990531173654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/112044990531173654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/07/janaes-latest-pic.html' title='Janae&apos;s latest pic'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-112041598726061003</id><published>2005-07-03T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T20:25:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since the last time I talk to you. Got your phone number and tried to phone you twice luckily last night I get to hold of you. Bet you were surprise never thought of me anymore (maybe... who knows?). You still sounded the same and you didn't recognize my voice right away but then you pause and said lynn?!... Lynn...  a scream but not loud. I don't kow if you were happy to hear from me but you sounded like it. You were so surprised... and you can't believe of all the changes in my life. I am not a child anymore ofcourse. You used to talk to me like a child... still remember that. You told me that it's been sp long since we've seen each other 10 years this coming september... That long really I asked surprisingly?! Yeah I bet it's true coz I remember you as a young adult still but now you seem a lot older. You talked to me in pure visayan i'm so stunned, you never talk that way to me before but maybe bcoz I was too young then and not too expose with the other dialect but now im older and more fluent to "it". You talk like my mom nonstop blubbing haha... You told uncle Brian that it's me on the phone he was so shocked so am i coz he still remembers me. Well how would he not right? But i hope he desn't remember me as a baby hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Tho we're happy that we were able to contact each other yet it's sad that we got connected bcoz someone fell off the family tree. I know you were crying a lot so as the other siblings. My mom did cry too i bet but i know who cries more it's grandma. I know it's painful for you guys... it's even painful for me but not  much  coz i wasn't close to him but my sister naome, chona and bro regel who grew up with him must have been feeling terrible right now. I know it's sad knowing that he's the very first who left and the youngest man in the family. He's too young to leave us. How old is he I asked only 37, gosh... he didn't even get a chance to see his kids growing up they are still like babies clinging into their mothers arms. &lt;br /&gt;Life is unpredictable you said and i agree with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-112041598726061003?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/112041598726061003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=112041598726061003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/112041598726061003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/112041598726061003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/07/only-yesterday.html' title='ONLY YESTERDAY'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-112034500339527047</id><published>2005-07-02T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T15:56:43.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MALAYO ANG TINGIN</title><content type='html'>Ano't tulala kana naman? sigaw ng aking isipan. ano na naman ang iniisip mo? munting tanong sa sarili. Wala lang naalala ko lang sila. Kamusta na kaya ang mga mahal ko? Mga kapatid ko't pamilya nila? Si Lea kamusta na kaya sya? Ah... na miss kona naman ang mga tao sa pinas... Kay tahimik ng mundo ko ngayon dito. Wala ang kambal at kapatid ni hughey wala sila buong summer. Diba dapat masaya me walang makukulit hahaha... wala lng miss ko lang talaga ang mga tao sa pinas. Sila kaya na mi miss nila ako? Sya tama na ang sentimyento sa buhay makapag linis na nga lang ng bahay ng maiba ang maisip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-112034500339527047?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/112034500339527047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=112034500339527047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/112034500339527047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/112034500339527047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/07/malayo-ang-tingin.html' title='MALAYO ANG TINGIN'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-112017302006000751</id><published>2005-06-30T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:23:32.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: For Lei</title><content type='html'>I Miss You Sis... Minsan naiisip ko kung tama ba na umalis me ng Pinas kase kung nandyan siguro me hd ganun kabigat ang magiging pakiramdam mo syempre kahit paano may masasabihan ka ng lahat ng nararamdaman mo, unlike ngayong nandito me hd tayo gano nagkakausap. iba syempre yung nasa tabi lang natin ang isat isa but eventhough malayo me sayo kelan man hindi ka nawala sa isipan ko.  You dont have to keep everything to yourself lei, you need to voice it out, you need to release it otherwise sisikip ang dibdib mo baka magkasakit kapa nyan sa puso. Ayaw kong sarilinin mo ang lahat hindi sa demanding me kundi alam kong wala ka naman talagang pagsasabihan ng lahat ng nararamdaman mo kung pati sakin di ka magsasabi mag-aalala lang lalo me sayo dahil maiisip ko ang health mo. Alam kong hindi ganun katibay ang health mo lei so sana kahit paano alagaan mo ang kalusugan mo. No really nag-aalala me sayo sa pananahimik mo ngayon tho i respect your decision but it makes me more worried na baka kung mapaano ka, hindi sa sinasabi kong mahina ka alam kong matapang ka pero hindi rin maganda na sarilinin mo ang lahat mong problema. I may not be helpful to you when it comes to solving your problems kase hindi rin naman me makatulong sa mga problem mo what i can only offer is a shoulder to cry on, I will always listen to you and never will i get tired of listening to you dear... I will never ever change and never will i leave you nor forget you kahit mapeste kapa sakin hehe. Girl you are not a burden to me-- stop that-- don't even think about it-- you're not a burden to me nor to anyone. Bakit nung me ba may problem was I a burden to you? I'm not doing this para lang tumanaw ng utang na loob, I am doing this for I am a friend. Ang tunay na magkaibigan walang iwanan kahit anong mangyari. &lt;br /&gt;Lei hindi dahil sa naging transparent ka sa mga naging feelings mo at palagian kang nag-iiyak ay nangangahulugan na mahina kana kahit kelan hindi ka naging mahina. Sa pag-amin mong weak ka ay isang patunay na ikaw ay malakas hindi lahat umaamin na sila ay mahina. People tend to hide their fears and emotions they pretend to be strong yet they are weak. With all your sufferings you showed that you are strong. Sino man ang dumanas ng mga dinanas mo lei ay manghihina marahil makakalimot kay Lord pero hindi ikaw lalo kang lumapit sa kanya ng mawala sayo lahat. Your faith is so strong " bilib ako sayo ". Nawala man sayo lahat pero hindi nya hinayaang mawala me sayo. Hinayaan nyang magbago ang marami ngunit hindi ako, nagbago man marahil ang buhay ko, nagkapamilaya ako't nalayo sayo pero hindi kelan man nagbago ang pagkatao ko. &lt;br /&gt;Nawa hindi magtagal ang pananahimik mo kase labis akong nalulungkot. Hindi mo naman talaga kailangan manahimik eh, hindi mo naman kailangang sarilinin ang mga nararamdaman mo. pero nirerespeto ko ang kagustuhan mo, nawa lang hindi gano magtagal kase nami miss na kita... wala rin kase me makausap at masabihan ng mga totoo kong nararamdaman kundi ikaw lang pag nawala kapa pati ako'y mananahimik na din. No matter what you do Lei, whatever decision you will make you will always be a fighter and a survivor. Wish and pray that you will find your true happiness. Miss You sis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-112017302006000751?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/112017302006000751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=112017302006000751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/112017302006000751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/112017302006000751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/06/re-for-lei.html' title='RE: For Lei'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-111976647420851064</id><published>2005-06-25T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:19:08.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR MY BEST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>A loss that would have thrown                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;A hole through anybody's soul                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;And you were only human after all                                                              &lt;br /&gt;So don't hold back the tears my dear                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Release them so your eyes can clear                                                             &lt;br /&gt;I know that you will rise again                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;But you gotta let them fall                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could snap my fingers                                                               &lt;br /&gt;Erase the past but no                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;You cannot rewind reality&lt;br /&gt;Once the tape's unrolled                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your spirit's broken and you can't bear the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will help you put the pieces back&lt;br /&gt;A little more each day&lt;br /&gt;And if your heart is locked and you can't find the key&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head upon my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of despair&lt;br /&gt;That forces you to say that life's unfair&lt;br /&gt;It makes you scared of what tomorrow may bring&lt;br /&gt;But don't go giving into fear&lt;br /&gt;Stop hiding all alone in there&lt;br /&gt;The show keeps going on and on&lt;br /&gt;But you'll miss the whole damn thing&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a crystal ball to see what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;But we don't know how the story ends till it's all been told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On any clock upon the wall&lt;br /&gt;The time is always now&lt;br /&gt;So baby kiss the past goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the future blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Just sit back and chill&lt;br /&gt;Take things as they come&lt;br /&gt;You can't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To live for today&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you each step of the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you to lean on&lt;br /&gt;when you need a friend.... WHEN YOU NEED A FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;lay your head upon my shoulder lean on me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAY NOT BE THERE BESIDE YOU &lt;br /&gt;BUT IN MY HEART AND IN MY SOUL &lt;br /&gt; I AM THERE WITH YOU...&lt;br /&gt;EACH PAIN YOU HAD I FELT IT TOO&lt;br /&gt;SAD TO SAY WE'RE NOT TOGETHER &lt;br /&gt;BUT DISTANCE WILL NEVER BREAK  OUR FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;FOR FRIENDSHIP LIKE OURS &lt;br /&gt;IS SUCH A WONDERFUL BLESSING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-111976647420851064?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/111976647420851064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=111976647420851064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/111976647420851064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/111976647420851064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-my-best-friend.html' title='FOR MY BEST FRIEND'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-111965958042073482</id><published>2005-06-24T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:38:01.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAALALA KO LANG -- MINSAN SA BUHAY KO</title><content type='html'>Kay tagal ko ng pangarap at lagi ng dasal Pag-ibig na sadyang wagas.&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit waring kay ilap ng palad kong ito at ako'y patuloy na bigo. &lt;br /&gt;O pusong kay sakit alaalang kay pait at ng muling balikan ang lahat ng nagdaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw pa lang ang minahal at walang matagpuan&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko sanang mag isa at huwag ng umibig pa&lt;br /&gt;Kung yan man ay totoo &lt;br /&gt;Ang manatili sa mundo &lt;br /&gt;Na walang buhay, walang kulay, walang nagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit kung ako'y maghihintay umasa pa't umibig pang muli&lt;br /&gt;MINSAN PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan pa akong nangarap at sanay maganap sayo'y ibibigay lahat&lt;br /&gt;Halina sa piling ko alisin ang takot ko&lt;br /&gt;At ng muling malasap ang pag-ibig na ganap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang pangarap ng mundo ay matupad sa piling mo&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko ng muling mabuhay pang nagiisa&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang Simula't Wakas&lt;br /&gt;Ang Ngayon at ang Bukas&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw pag-asa habam buhay &lt;br /&gt;MAHAL pa rin kita &lt;br /&gt;At hanggang wakas &lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig ko'y sadyang wagas&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon at Kailan man &lt;br /&gt;MINSAN PA....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-111965958042073482?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/111965958042073482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=111965958042073482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/111965958042073482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/111965958042073482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/06/naalala-ko-lang-minsan-sa-buhay-ko.html' title='NAALALA KO LANG -- MINSAN SA BUHAY KO'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-111947443253749810</id><published>2005-06-22T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:11:07.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BWAHAHAHAHA....</title><content type='html'>Katagal kong di nakapag open ng blog and finally heto at nagka internet na ang bagong computer so busy ang lola mo sa pagbabasa ng mga blog ng friends. Natawa me sa blog ng dalawang lokang babae hahaha. Hindi ko malaman kung nag mature naba talaga sila o tumakbo lang ng paurong ang mga isipan. Pero grabe talagang natawa me, na miss ko tuloy ang mga lola. Kamusta na kaya sila ngayon? Naaalala pa kaya nila me? Ah happy na me na malaman na magkakasama pa rin sila at nagdadamayan. Sino ang tinutukoy ko hulaan mo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-111947443253749810?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/111947443253749810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=111947443253749810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/111947443253749810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/111947443253749810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/06/bwahahahaha_22.html' title='BWAHAHAHAHA....'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110991811167311812</id><published>2005-03-03T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:35:11.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU FOUND ME</title><content type='html'>Is this a dream/ if it is please dont wake me from this high/&lt;br /&gt;I'd become comfortably numb/ until you opened up my eyes/&lt;br /&gt;To what it's like/ When everything's right/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh I can't believe you found me/ when no one else was looking/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How did you know just where I would be?/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You broke through all my confusion/ the ups and the downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and you still didn't leave/ I guess that you saw what nobody could see/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You found me&lt;/span&gt;/ so here we are and that's pretty far/&lt;br /&gt;When you think of where we've been... no going back&lt;br /&gt;I'm fading out/ all that has faded me within/&lt;br /&gt;You're by my side/ now everything's fine/ I can believe/&lt;br /&gt;I was hiding til you came along/ and showed me where I belong/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You found me when no one else was looking/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How did you know just where I would be?/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You broke through all of my confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the ups and the downs and you still didn't leave/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I guess that you saw what nobody could see/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The good and the bad and the things in between/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You Found Me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-110991811167311812?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/110991811167311812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=110991811167311812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110991811167311812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110991811167311812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-found-me.html' title='YOU FOUND ME'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110936572232834148</id><published>2005-02-25T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T13:23:16.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaD HaBit</title><content type='html'>How many times&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna apologize about the same thing&lt;br /&gt;And how many times can I take it back&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not the one who's doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I thought maybe if I started praying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That we would get better but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When I would pray the answer would always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Come back to me being done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But we are so hardheaded when we're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I told my self that I would make some changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But the more I change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There's one thing that remains the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't seem to shake you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You seem to really have a hold on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And everytime that we break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We turn around and make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This can't go on now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I got to move on now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's not the fact that I don't love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I got to break this bad habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can't take this bad habit no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm totally out of my element&lt;br /&gt;Learning new ways to live&lt;br /&gt;While you're in a comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Not even thinking to call me&lt;br /&gt;When I get mad-- you're buying me gifts&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it's going to solve every issue&lt;br /&gt;From the girl calling my phone&lt;br /&gt;To the pictures that I saw&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you would break with me for nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've taken all I can take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But the way I live has got to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you ever loved somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So much that you was just to blind to see&lt;/span&gt;, past&lt;br /&gt;All the pain they were causing you&lt;br /&gt;Ladies do you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Have you ever loved somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So much that you went against the right things tha you should do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then it's time to make a change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-110936572232834148?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/110936572232834148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=110936572232834148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110936572232834148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110936572232834148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/02/bad-habit.html' title='BaD HaBit'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110902412629812230</id><published>2005-02-21T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:03:53.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yette DAZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;touch naman me naalala me ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mayette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;grabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; dami me ikukwento sa kanya, na miss ko ang lola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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DAZA'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110782131364179082</id><published>2005-02-07T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:36:28.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>then GOD created Woman</title><content type='html'>Have you ever imagine the world without "us" (women)? Dah...the world will be empty. Does all men realize that? Don't we women deserve to be treated like a princess, well not in a sense that men should cater to everything what we want but in a sense of loving and respecting us. We know for a fact that men has a big role in this universe... dah... who doesn't know about it... and that women needs men vise versa men needs women. In my opinion women should be treated equally as men, we are all human, we__ just like men have feelings nevertheless we all live under the same sun. God created man and woman in His image. The distinctions between the sexes combine to create a reflection of the mysterious image of GOD. Not long ago I asked God ---What am I doing here? And what is my purpose? All of us has a purpose and along my journey in life, I have discovered that like any other women I shared some common reason why am I on this earth … to be a wife and a mother… to share the love and to give life. to pass on the knowledge that I learned. Tama na muna at may nagiiyak to be continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-110782131364179082?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/110782131364179082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=110782131364179082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110782131364179082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110782131364179082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/02/then-god-created-woman.html' title='then GOD created Woman'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110776172234754065</id><published>2005-02-06T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T16:11:38.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-------- ANG "BESTFRIEND" KO --------</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Namimiss ko ang best friend ko. Ano kaya ang gawa nya ngayon at nasan kaya sya? Marami rin naman akong naging friends at marami din akong naging bestfriend... nung grade school si cerilyn, nung highschool dalawa na sila sumali si darlyn so lyn1, lyn2 and lyn3 kami well actually marami kami sa grupo kaso kaming tatlo yung pinaka close at marami pa me sideline na friends dami ko kase barkada naiba kase kami ni darlyn ng section. Anyways, nung collge apat kami na talagang naging close sa isat isa si mayette, sarah, lea and me. Nung una kay yette ako masyadong close kami kase ang unang nagkakilala then dumating ang dalawang loka, eventually naging si lea ang palagi kong kasama... sa kahit saan halos na lakaran... bakit nga naman hindi eh magkapitabahay kami... sabay bago pumasok, magkasama sa school and then sabay pa rin pag uwi. Naaalala ko pa ang madalas na pagpunta namin sa Mc do bago umuwi at ang pamamasyal at pamimili sa southmall. Kay bilis nga namang lumipas ng panahon parang kelan lang yun. Sa dinami dami ng naging friends ko at tinuring na Bestfriend &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;si lea ang masasabi kong the "best" among them.&lt;/span&gt; We had something in common tho we have lots of differences. We shared so many memories that i treasured. through laughters and tears magkasama kami, hindi nya me iniwan nung time that i needed her most, she hold me tight siguro kung di nya ginawa yun nasan ka ya me ngayon??? Ayan naiyak na naman ako. Miss ko na talaga ang bestfriend ko. Sino nga ba talaga ang nakakakilala sakin kundi sya, mas kilala pa nga nya me kesa sa mga kapatid ko, kilala ko rin sya mula ulo hanggang paa. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mabait yan maaasahan... kakausapin ka nyan kahit sya man ay may problema kakausapin ka nga nyan kahit tulog sya eh... diba lea? hahaha, naaalala ko pa malimit nyang gawain yun eh ang makipag usap kahit tulog...&lt;/span&gt; ayan para na akong loka ngayon naman tumatawa... Kahit magkalayo kami communication wise hindi nawawalan. One day magkakasama tayong muli... at ipagluluto nya ulit me ng sinigang hahaha. Love ko bestfriend ko, love ko sya na parang ate ay... mali ako pala ang ate... &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I believe that GOD send you as my angel....&lt;/span&gt; ( anghel nga ba? ) : ). You are my strength when i was weak... nakakatuwa kase kung saan ako mahina doon sya malakas at kung saan naman ako malakas doon naman sya mahina... isn't that great? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ang bestfriend na kahawig ko&lt;/span&gt; believe me magkamukha kami... hala tama na mapupuno na ang blog ko sa dami ng masasabi ko...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-110776172234754065?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/110776172234754065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=110776172234754065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110776172234754065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110776172234754065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/02/ang-bestfriend-ko.html' title='-------- ANG &quot;BESTFRIEND&quot; KO --------'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110773445898376450</id><published>2005-02-06T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:41:35.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tillicum Mall</title><content type='html'>Tama bang magising me na masakit ang kaliwang bahagi ng balakang ko... kay aga ko namang naramdaman ito__ grabe tumatanda na talaga ako. Kulang lang siguro ako sa exercise so heto makalabas nga at maglakad lakad, gaya ng dati sa tillicum mall na naman ang punta naming mag ina. Tamang exercise ito 30 minutes na lakarin, one hour kung balikan. Hindi naman sa nagtitipid mabuti na yung makapag exercise.Balutin ng husto ang katawan ng di lamigin lalo na si Janae. Hindi naman nakakahiyang maglakad kase gawain din naman ng mga canadian ito hilig nila ang maglakad exercise nga daw malimit nga ay may nagjo jogging tho hindi talaga crowded konti lang ang mga taong makakasalubong mo minsan pa nga ay wala depende sa oras. Gaya ng dati pag dating sa Tillicum mall dadaan ng zellers at winners baka may bagong magandang damit pambata, hindi na me namimili ng para sakin simple na lang ang lola mo ngayon.. Ah... mas gus2 ko mall sa pinas nakakamiss kahit puno ng tao ang mall doon mas masayang tingnan. Matapos mag stroll at mag window shopping pasok na sa safeway at mamili ng groceries. Mamili lang ng kayang dalhin at ipasok sa backpack at ilagay sa ilalim ng stroller. Minsay nadaan sa A&amp;W magtake out ng makakain...at heto lakad ulit pauwi ngunit malimit ay nagba bus kami ni Janae. Kinakausap ko ang bata habang nasa bus o kaya naman ay nagbabasa kami ng book nya kase pag di mo ginawa yun at nasa mood sya eh magha hi yan sa mga tao at pipindutin yung stop button so mabuti na yung busy sya. Masaya kaming pauwi pasabi sabi ng mall yung maliit ahhh... pa minsan minsan ay maipasyal ang bata at aliwin ang sarili palipas oras na din. Pagdating sa bahay balik sa organisado at routinary kong gawain but i'm having fun kahit pa nga paulit ulit dinadaan ko sa kanta at sayaw bongga kaya mo yun. If mothers were to be paid  then men can’t afford us hahaha...  namulubi na ang mga kalalakihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-110773445898376450?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/110773445898376450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=110773445898376450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110773445898376450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110773445898376450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/02/tillicum-mall.html' title='Tillicum Mall'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110767314647821761</id><published>2005-02-05T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:49:57.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Are Just Desserts</title><content type='html'>Too often, women marry to escape their true selves, believing that marriage will make life work for them. Feeling kc minsan ng mga kababaihan that they are incomplete, unformed, lacking the capacity to take care of themselves financially or emotionally, they seek out a man who will be a caretaker, benefactor, lover and hero "everything " ika nga.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is wonderful in it's way totoo yan. But to expect that your partner will truly fulfill the emptiness that you feel eh hello mali ka dyan coz most of the time it doesn't work that way... Neediness produces vulnerability, and that vulnerability can create greater dependency. So if you feel you need a man to assure you that life is meaningful, stop now. It's time to reassess your skills, your personality and your self-esteem. The truth is the more you are, the less you need... no one's gonna make you happy, or complete but yourself. Men can enhance your happiness that's true but he can never be responsible for answering all your needs. You see he is not the main course......... You are! So get out there___ and you go girl ! ! ! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-110767314647821761?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/110767314647821761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=110767314647821761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110767314647821761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110767314647821761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/02/men-are-just-desserts.html' title='Men Are Just Desserts'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110766342094606926</id><published>2005-02-05T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:17:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/200/IMAG011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a happy day :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-110766342094606926?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/110766342094606926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=110766342094606926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110766342094606926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110766342094606926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-happy-day_05.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636611.post-110758721443601386</id><published>2005-02-04T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:22:05.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Then, This Is Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ilang taon na nga ba ako dito ah... magdadalawang taon na sa april, kay bilis talagang lumipas ng panahon. It's time to forget the past , lock the book since matagal na syang nakasara. Move on ... isulong ang buhay na kinalalagyan ngayon, maging happy at kuntento sa kung anong meron ka, matutong magpasalamat na sa kabila ng pagkakasala ay hindi ka nakakalimutan ng Diyos... OO nga naman bakit nga ba hindi maging masaya at magpasalamat. Sa bawat umagang aking hinaharap hindi bat kay sayang tingnan ng paligid, kay bango ng simoy ng hangin bagamat kay lamig... ang mga ibong nag aawitan sa himpapawid ah... hayan ginagaya na naman ng makulit kong anak ang mga sigaw ng crows... kakak... sabi nya hahaha.... nakakapagpalambot ng aking puso at nakakapagpasaya ang bawat halakhak nya. Ah... tamang ibaon na ang mga nakalipas totoong masakit pa rin kung iisipin at may kung anong kirot pa rin nararamdaman sa puso... lungkot na di maipaliwanag pero kailangang lumimot dahil ito ang buhay ko ngayon. Ang nakalipas ay nakalipas na hindi na maaaring balikan at kahit mababalikan pa hindi ko magagawang bumalik.. Magagawa ko bang iwan ang taong nagmahal sakin ng lubusan at isang nilalang na ako ang buhay?... ang buhay na sa akin nakasalalay. That was then... This is now... face it and be brave... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636611-110758721443601386?l=amourpourunevie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/feeds/110758721443601386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636611&amp;postID=110758721443601386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110758721443601386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636611/posts/default/110758721443601386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amourpourunevie.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-was-then-this-is-now.html' title='That Was Then, This Is Now'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482509426681068405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/3441/320/IMAG011.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
