<?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-11114614</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:14:57.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something So Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>Let my love follow the flowing water,
endlessly pouring out its feelings for you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-5459973191387647763</id><published>2009-05-10T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:22:29.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She seems vague</title><content type='html'>She's walking on a busy upscale street by herself. She looks around... at the scene, at the people, at the surroundings. She smiles. Sometimes she has a snob, stern, serious expression on her face. She stops when something caught her attention. But she just walks and looks around and walks and goes around. What is she thinking? What is running through her mind? She looks down the ground, she looks up to the sky, she looks far beyond the horizon... far beyond the street as if searching for someone or something. She walks faster, then slows down, then faster, then slows down again. Where is she heading to? She gets inside the stores and checks some stuff, like she has so much interest in it but only for the first few seconds and realized she doesn't need them and then leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-5459973191387647763?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5459973191387647763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=5459973191387647763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/5459973191387647763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/5459973191387647763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-seems-vague.html' title='She seems vague'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-8447937594454213961</id><published>2009-03-27T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:30:48.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Tageszeitung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/ScycKsTXaZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q7lWMjABx_E/s1600-h/die+tageszeitung.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/ScycKsTXaZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q7lWMjABx_E/s320/die+tageszeitung.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317796967522724242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Angela, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We published one of your Macau photos on the website of the german newspaper Die Tageszeitung. It fits perfectly to an article about Bungee Jumping and Sky Walking in the travel section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See: http://www.taz.de/4/reise/asien/china/artikelseite/1/nervenkitzel-in-macau/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petra Zornemann, Berlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-8447937594454213961?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8447937594454213961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=8447937594454213961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/8447937594454213961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/8447937594454213961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/03/die-tageszeitung.html' title='Die Tageszeitung'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/ScycKsTXaZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q7lWMjABx_E/s72-c/die+tageszeitung.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-2510414972366541510</id><published>2009-03-11T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:02:19.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I forget what I love, I forget who I am</title><content type='html'>I make everything I do very personal. I try to connect with everyone I meet. I love people, I love diversity, I love learning, I love adventure, I love arts and culture, I love nature, I love life. But sometimes, I forget all of that. Those are the hardest times... Because when I forget what I love, I forget who I am. I lack purpose, direction, and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important things in my life is to take time for myself --- time to think, time to pamper, time to listen to music, time to clean the room and time to do all the little things that can’t be ignored. I have to remind myself over and over again to take time for these things and that they are necessary for my well being. But why is it so hard to remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe because it’s the fast pace around me...the fast pace of the world today. That is to say the general way that living has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often become so involved in my job, that I don’t do well on a personal level. While it is so important for me to do something I enjoy for a living, it is also important for me to enjoy how I live. Now I do a lot of forgetting. And it has become necessary to remember what’s so wonderful about my life and myself and work through daily happenings that challenge my self esteem and distract me from truly loving who I am. Yes, we are the basis of our own happiness, but how can we spread the joy if we lose ourselves in the day to day??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-2510414972366541510?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2510414972366541510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=2510414972366541510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/2510414972366541510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/2510414972366541510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-forget-what-i-love-i-forget-who.html' title='When I forget what I love, I forget who I am'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-4173108563780043795</id><published>2008-03-28T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:55:56.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for shiny....</title><content type='html'>I suppose I'm not really asking much out of life. I have stopped searching for one big tremendous event that would happen to me. NICE and SIMPLE things can last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people have to change and they have to live lives and they have to go away. No matter how deep and special a relationship between people, it's very hard somehow to keep it ever alive with constant meetings and everyday contacts...and it is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking is to have experienced having a friend at one or another. If I have able to experience the person that is my friend, then that's enough for me. We don't have to see each other everyday because we know it's not what matters most. We have been a part of each other and no one can take that away from us... and that part of each other we shall always keep in our hearts – and it will never die. If ever we want to remember, it will always be there to recall, to treasure, and to cherish. I guess that's what lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad sometimes to think that we're apart, but then I will remember the happiness that we shared and I shall not be sorry. I will have to think that for a magic moment in time... we shared something – and that something seemed like everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we are apart doesn't make it less special. Time and distance don't have any power over what we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I see you again, nothing will be changed because you have made your place somewhere in my heart and you shall always be there no matter what. That special feeling will always remain fresh and young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we shall have to go our ways, I take my path and you take yours. But I shall be happy thinking... that our road crossed and we walk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything. Thanks for never giving up with me and even on me. This is just the beginning of a lasting friendship we have built together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you again! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-4173108563780043795?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4173108563780043795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=4173108563780043795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/4173108563780043795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/4173108563780043795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-shiny.html' title='for shiny....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-8329605402428711110</id><published>2007-12-20T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:20:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything’s gonna be all right :)</title><content type='html'>I’ve recently been blessed with the opportunity to take a break from the daily grind... to pause... and just live without worries of work and relations. I took a break from everything that is usual in my life. Lately, I’ve been questioning my life and where I was headed. I’ve done some re-evaluating and soul-searching. I’m happy to say that I have progressed and learned a lot over the past year. This break gave me time to remember the important things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this blog has been one of the best things I’ve done for myself. It is time for me to reflect, figure and analyze all I want. It has enabled me to piece together my scrambled thoughts and take the time that I really need to puzzle together my truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I think about things that others would prefer to ignore. It’s important for me to come to an understanding (to know the hows and whys) of everything and everyone that crosses my path. I don’t know if the need to understand built my empathy or if my empathy built my need to understand. My tendency to over analyze can bring me down to depression, or it can lift me to new levels of understanding. It seems to be one extreme or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this to bring together my thoughts, questions, doubts and answers from the past few weeks. I’ve remembered that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Life is always an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;* Bad things and hard times are common, our actions and reactions set the results.&lt;br /&gt;* Good friends stay, come what may.  &lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes it’s good to stop thinking and just live.&lt;br /&gt;* Progress never ends.&lt;br /&gt;* Life is good and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking away from a big obstacle in my life...(well, at least for the moment). It has been stressful, tense, and uncomfortable, but the happiness and relief I feel tell me that I’m on the right path. And I just know... everything’s gonna be all right :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-8329605402428711110?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8329605402428711110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=8329605402428711110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/8329605402428711110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/8329605402428711110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2007/12/everythings-gonna-be-all-right.html' title='Everything’s gonna be all right :)'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-2178038714997094388</id><published>2007-10-20T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:49:50.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit traumatic</title><content type='html'>In a matter of 20 minutes I could almost die. Now a day later, the images of chaos and fear flash clearly on my mind. I just close my eyes and cry silently inside and feel sorry for the innocent victims. I pray and thank the Lord and my guardian angel for saving and protecting me. I realized that I could almost die if I have not left 20 minutes earlier the area that was later bombed. When I look back to what had happened... I start to cry a bit... I’m scared, shocked, sad, but thankful... I really don’t know... it’s a mixed emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a shopping mall yesterday with a friend. She needed to buy a dress for a party she’d be attending, and I was there to accompany her and help her find one. While she was trying on some clothes at the fitting room, I was there standing and waiting... then suddenly I heard something like an explosion that rocked the whole building. I wasn’t sure if there was an explosion but I thought it was an earthquake. Then the people at the hallway started running almost panicking and I overheard that a bomb exploded. I told my friend to be quick. I’m getting scared already but I did not panic. As we quickly tried to exit the building, a large smoke of dust was at the other side and we saw a man drenched in blood rushed into the ambulance as the people were running and panicking. It was all chaos and fear that surrounded the place. And what was a happy and lively atmosphere few minutes earlier turned into mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 1:00 PM on my way to the mall, I passed by a Chinese restaurant, then 20 minutes later it was bombed. Now, I’m here... alive... living life to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-2178038714997094388?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2178038714997094388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=2178038714997094388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/2178038714997094388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/2178038714997094388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2007/10/bit-traumatic.html' title='A bit traumatic'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-3993297368048841591</id><published>2007-08-06T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:11:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One rainy afternoon...</title><content type='html'>The rain...&lt;br /&gt;Its enduring power to keep you sad.&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think a lot, sleep a lot, dream a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Sit by the window, lie in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;You think about your life at present,&lt;br /&gt;Your life in the past,&lt;br /&gt;Your unknown life ahead,&lt;br /&gt;And your life that you wish could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air smells filthy.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is dark,&lt;br /&gt;The birds playing "It" in mid-air,&lt;br /&gt;The raindrops sound beautifully like waters flowing in a little falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is a bless.&lt;br /&gt;The land so dry, so thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;I overheard on the news... a storm is coming&lt;br /&gt;But people rejoice, giving warm welcome&lt;br /&gt;As prayers were heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-3993297368048841591?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3993297368048841591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=3993297368048841591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/3993297368048841591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/3993297368048841591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-rainy-afternoon.html' title='One rainy afternoon...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-7036903510795298990</id><published>2007-07-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:46:28.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's easy to fall for someone</title><content type='html'>HOW? You look at the person... stop, smile, then tell yourself this: "I may find a thousand others who laugh the same way, smile the same way and even talk the same way, but I'll never find someone who makes every heartbeat worth every thump, every rush and every release."  If you have someone who makes you feel that way....go ahead...FALL!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-7036903510795298990?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7036903510795298990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=7036903510795298990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/7036903510795298990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/7036903510795298990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-easy-to-fall-for-someone.html' title='It&apos;s easy to fall for someone'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-2685599459213826680</id><published>2007-05-07T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:44:49.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>People will adore and love you for all the things you've done for them, but will hate you for a single mistake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the irony of life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-2685599459213826680?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2685599459213826680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=2685599459213826680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/2685599459213826680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/2685599459213826680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2007/05/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-117620023599764476</id><published>2007-04-10T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:17:16.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung dyan kayo masaya... sige lang...</title><content type='html'>Other people's opinion of you does not have to become your reality. Those who follow the crowd usually get lost in it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing a lot of things against me from colleagues as if they know me. These people are talking behind my back. So I let them indulge themselves. Nevertheless I'm two steps ahead of them. I won't waste my time thinking about what others tell or will tell about me. Instead, i just do what makes me happy. Well I don't know the key to success, but one key to failure is to please everyone! The reality is..... strong minds talk about ideas, and only weak minds talk about people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-117620023599764476?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/117620023599764476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=117620023599764476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/117620023599764476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/117620023599764476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2007/04/kung-dyan-kayo-masaya-sige-lang.html' title='Kung dyan kayo masaya... sige lang...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-4441577986914712326</id><published>2006-10-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:38:06.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you feel like you don't know who you are</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a situation when you feel like you don't know who you are and what you want? It's not like the kind of feeling that you have when you try to decide something. It's more like there are two version of you and they keep contradict each other. They keep fighting against each other. It feels like you have two personalities. From time to time you keep switching between one personality to the other personality. Your attitude toward your self, other people and life are keep changing, depending on who you are at that moment. If you've been in that kind of situation and managed to deal with it successfully, you might be able to help me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-4441577986914712326?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4441577986914712326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=4441577986914712326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/4441577986914712326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/4441577986914712326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-you-feel-like-you-dont-know-who.html' title='When you feel like you don&apos;t know who you are'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-7277414997244460400</id><published>2006-08-06T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:20:22.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be somewhere else...</title><content type='html'>Where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;Now I finally come to realize...&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Seems I’m heading the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me makes me feel insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be FREE.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live and be FREE.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to someplace where nobody knows me. In a place where people value me, see the potential in me.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody’s here to help me at all, nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a part of me that says it’s never too late.&lt;br /&gt;But I need to know if there’s a chance for me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-7277414997244460400?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7277414997244460400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=7277414997244460400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/7277414997244460400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/7277414997244460400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-to-be-somewhere-else.html' title='I want to be somewhere else...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-114785171484701177</id><published>2006-05-17T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:41:54.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of being human</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced a time in your life you felt so empty for no reason? Have you ever felt so down but you just can't tell why? Have you ever felt like the world suddenly spins around you and you're caught in the middle going nowhere? Weird isn't it? But that's the beauty of being human... it is knowing that there is a purpose for each existence... whatever that may be, it is also the reason why we still wake up breathing each day... to discover the missing piece of puzzle that would make our lives complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-114785171484701177?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/114785171484701177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=114785171484701177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/114785171484701177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/114785171484701177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2006/05/beauty-of-being-human.html' title='The beauty of being human'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-114379142742143042</id><published>2006-03-31T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:50:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women=Apples</title><content type='html'>Women are like apples on a tree. The best ones are at the top. Men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't good, but easy. So the apples on top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing! They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-114379142742143042?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/114379142742143042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=114379142742143042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/114379142742143042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/114379142742143042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2006/03/womenapples.html' title='Women=Apples'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-114014830500798395</id><published>2006-02-17T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:59:57.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the storm comes</title><content type='html'>When the storm is over, the sky always turns to a clear blue bright sky. So does the sea, it always so calm and quiet after the storm is over. I guess that's how our life works. You might be overwhelmed by a lot of things that makes your life seems like in a chaotic situation. Nothing that you do is right. Problems come one after another and it seems like they never stop coming. Some people reach a culminating point where they think that they can not deal with their life no more and giving up before the storm in their life is over. Some are smart enough to figure out how to survive in the storm and enjoy the clear blue sunny sky at the end of the storm. My life is pretty much like a storm right now. Life is all about choices. I guess I choose to hold on until the storm is over and the clear blue sky comes to my life. Meanwhile I just need to figure out the way to survive the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocodes4u.com"&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://boss.streamos.com/wmedia/dreamworks/nellyfurtado/folklore/video/try/000_try.asx" width="320" height="240" type="application/x-mplayer2" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" autosize="true" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Video provided by VideoCodes4U&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-114014830500798395?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/114014830500798395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=114014830500798395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/114014830500798395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/114014830500798395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-storm-comes.html' title='When the storm comes'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-9131352635832098083</id><published>2006-01-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:31:10.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>The sun woke me up&lt;br /&gt;I am soaked with sweat&lt;br /&gt;I just had a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I try to remember&lt;br /&gt;But I don't exactly remember&lt;br /&gt;What do I remember?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How long have I been here?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;How did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What am I?&lt;br /&gt;I.....&lt;br /&gt;Don't......&lt;br /&gt;Know........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-9131352635832098083?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/9131352635832098083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=9131352635832098083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/9131352635832098083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/9131352635832098083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2006/01/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-6824756712526183889</id><published>2006-01-01T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:33:23.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>What is the difference between today and yesterday? Today (at the time I'm writing this) is the first day of the New Year, 2006. Yesterday was the last day of last year, 2005. Last night, I spend the last hour of last year evaluating my life over 2005. Evaluating what I've done, what I've achieved, what mistakes that I've made, what need to be done, I evaluated almost every aspect of my life. I had never really spent a New Year eve like that, not until last night. I think it's a good way to spend a New Year eve, reflecting over one year period of your life, learning from our life to make an improvement in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-6824756712526183889?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6824756712526183889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=6824756712526183889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/6824756712526183889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/6824756712526183889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-113628968838649240</id><published>2005-12-23T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:20:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Chirstmas to Everyone!!</title><content type='html'>I know how distorted Christmas can get. Sometimes it seems like everyone is in it for all the wrong reasons. Every channel on TV is buy, buy, buy, sell, sell, sell! And it gets very frustrating. We wonder, has everyone lost the meaning? In some ways maybe we have, and that’s why so many of us feel lost during Christmas. Maybe that’s why we feel purposeless, or just bored and down. But although Christmas has become "commercialized", there are certain things about Christmas that will never die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them being, the birth of greatness. No matter what you believe in, spiritually or religiously, that greatness means you and me! The day we were born represents a miracle. We represent that anything is possible. We are the culmination of love. We are everything embodied in flesh and blood. So when they talk about Christmas being the birth of Christ, it also symbolized the birth of you and I and the way that we can give people joy. That is what the celebration is about. Everything we are is amazing! Everything we can be is limitless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that will never die no matter how commercialized Christmas becomes is - LOVE. For real, the whole world revolves around it. We all need someone to love us, someone that says "no matter what, I am here for you, I will love you through your mistakes and walk with you on this journey you are traveling." Love is the real reason for Christmas. To show love to everyone you meet. Give someone that gift once a day. Even when Christmas is long gone...It’s like, this time of year reminds us of the goodness that is in the world, the purity that is within us, the compassion that we have to offer. The joy we can give, with a smile, a hug, the words, “I love you”. The meaning of the little things that can be taken for granted on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-113628968838649240?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113628968838649240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=113628968838649240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113628968838649240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113628968838649240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-chirstmas-to-everyone.html' title='Merry Chirstmas to Everyone!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-113481459548242238</id><published>2005-12-17T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:18:21.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Sam</title><content type='html'>There's something missing in my home,&lt;br&gt;I feel it day and night. &lt;br&gt;I know it will take time and strength,&lt;br&gt;Before things feel quite right. &lt;br&gt;But just for now i need to mourn, &lt;br&gt;My heart -- it needs to mend&lt;br&gt;Though some may say "it's just a pet" &lt;br&gt;I know i've lost a friend &lt;br&gt;You've brought such laughter to my home, &lt;br&gt;and richness to my days... &lt;br&gt;A constant friend through joy or loss, &lt;br&gt;With gentle loving ways. &lt;br&gt;Companion, pal, and confidant &lt;br&gt;A friend i won't forget &lt;br&gt;You'll always live in my heart, &lt;br&gt;My sweet forever Sam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my pet dog and bestfriend Sam. I knew that the day would come someday but i didn't know that it's going to be that soon and unexpected. Until now i can't believe that he's already gone...it happened so sudden... he's only a year old and very strong and playful...but one night when i came home from school i saw him in our frontyard lying on the ground, wet because it was raining., and he's not moving. I run to him and he looks so helpless and pathetic. To convince myself I tried to look closer to him to know if I'm right. I was right he is dead! At that moment, I was speechless, my mind is blank, for a couple or so minutes I was just standing there in front of Sam holding my umbrella under the heavy rain. I was really blank and shocked. I started crying silently. Then I wiped my face because i don't want other people see me that way. I went to my room and closed the door. It was really hard for me to accept that he is already gone. I know you know how i feel right? I'm sure anyone who have loved their pet so dearly will feel the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-113481459548242238?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113481459548242238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=113481459548242238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113481459548242238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113481459548242238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-sam.html' title='Goodbye, Sam'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-113410344963899766</id><published>2005-12-09T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:58:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends...</title><content type='html'>There is a time when I really want to be with all my friends that always support me, when all their supporting words and voices are not enough. Because there is nothing that can replace their warm assuring touches and looks, because to me touches mean a lot more than just a thousand words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-113410344963899766?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113410344963899766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=113410344963899766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113410344963899766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113410344963899766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-friends.html' title='Dear Friends...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-113281442989310869</id><published>2005-11-24T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:42:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Change I've Ever Made</title><content type='html'>When i got to college, i went through a period of confusion and found myself feeling quite empty. I realized that what i was going through was caused by the lack of spirituality in my life. I did not have a good relationship with God because i feared him much more than i loved him. This was when i decided to challenge and question some of the things that were taught to me about my religion. When I did this, I saw my FAITH on a deeper level cuz i actually began to understand it.  I finally saw the importance of having a real relationship with God. I dropped all the negative ideas that i had and began to focus on the fact that GOD is a LOVING FATHER and GREAT CONFIDANT who will always let out his HAND to HELP us STAND when we fall. This experience has not only given me a completely different perspective on my faith, but has changed the way i handle evryday situations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-113281442989310869?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113281442989310869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=113281442989310869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113281442989310869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113281442989310869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/11/best-change-ive-ever-made.html' title='The Best Change I&apos;ve Ever Made'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-113144616412496330</id><published>2005-11-08T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:36:04.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in need</title><content type='html'>Do you know the feeling that even if there are people around you who care for you, yet you feel this loneliness, emptiness and purposelessness inside you? That's what I'm feeling right now. I don't know why. And I know I shouldn't feel this way. Because it tells something that I am not contented with my life... that I am not happy with what I have and what I am... that I'm losing hope and giving up. But I told myself why must I feel this way? I thought about God who's been my source of strength... I thought about my dreams that remind me to move ahead and go and face the next chapter of my life... I thought about my family that I have known since I've opened my eyes to the world. Well maybe I need someone to talk to right now... someone to listen... someone to lean on... a shoulder to cry on... I just need somebody to touch me and hold me in their arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-113144616412496330?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113144616412496330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=113144616412496330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113144616412496330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113144616412496330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-in-need.html' title='I am in need'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-113092983512441075</id><published>2005-11-02T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:27:01.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I sit here and ponder,&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone or not?&lt;br /&gt;My smile has seem to fade&lt;br /&gt;And for years I have been forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;I stood by the door. &lt;br /&gt;I try to hold my head up high, &lt;br /&gt;But it feels like I'm falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm so torn and confused inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;Even though there so many around me.&lt;br /&gt;But they don't see the pain that surrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, it rains. &lt;br /&gt;When I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;There are tears on my pillow as I dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in my pain &lt;br /&gt;Even though you're here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-113092983512441075?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113092983512441075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=113092983512441075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113092983512441075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/113092983512441075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/11/loneliness_02.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-112705584805279094</id><published>2005-09-18T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:05:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today So Many Years Ago</title><content type='html'>Time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Without me realizing it, so many things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;So many places I've visited.&lt;br /&gt;So many memories crafted into my head, resided in my subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Without me realizing it, it's been 20 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-112705584805279094?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112705584805279094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=112705584805279094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/112705584805279094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/112705584805279094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-so-many-years-ago.html' title='Today So Many Years Ago'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-111752304037055766</id><published>2005-08-24T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:48:02.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>You come to me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;For a while we were together,&lt;br /&gt;You showered me with the sweetest smile&lt;br /&gt;one could ever have&lt;br /&gt;I was happy&lt;br /&gt;I was truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;I those times when we talk and laugh&lt;br /&gt;About anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;Just talking made me happy&lt;br /&gt;Just seeing you made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I shared you my love&lt;br /&gt;I especially love those times when we held each other&lt;br /&gt;Sing on the top of our lungs&lt;br /&gt;while we were dancing in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while we were happy&lt;br /&gt;There was joy in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Together we sang for sisterhood&lt;br /&gt;Together we all sang for brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy I've known you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left for a while...&lt;br /&gt;When I came back you're gone&lt;br /&gt;That night was over&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't kiss you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the wonderful moments we've had&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't the last&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-111752304037055766?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111752304037055766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=111752304037055766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111752304037055766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111752304037055766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-111958170050022298</id><published>2005-08-10T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:06:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this I feel</title><content type='html'>The wind is cold&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think&lt;br /&gt;I feel cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm shivering&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like going to bed&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to spend my time outside&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;look at the stars and the moon&lt;br /&gt;whisper my thoughts to the wind&lt;br /&gt;hear the leaves dancing&lt;br /&gt;and just be with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk to anybody&lt;br /&gt;I just want the time to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just missing those moments&lt;br /&gt;Those moments I get to talk to myself at nights&lt;br /&gt;when I can really hear my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think so...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done that for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;But what is this I feel&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons that I do not know&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pressing me&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying...&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt this way&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe I'm being so emotional&lt;br /&gt;But for what reason and why&lt;br /&gt;That..... I do not know&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that&lt;br /&gt;I would just like talking to my heart&lt;br /&gt;And listen to what it has to say,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is pressing me again&lt;br /&gt;Something is calling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-111958170050022298?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111958170050022298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=111958170050022298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111958170050022298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111958170050022298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-this-i-feel.html' title='What is this I feel'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-112277920052911435</id><published>2005-07-31T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:26:59.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of a Woman II</title><content type='html'>I shall allow myself to feel capable&lt;br /&gt;so that I may seek excellence&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel sadness&lt;br /&gt;so that joy may return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel joy&lt;br /&gt;so that I may be revitalized.&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel afraid&lt;br /&gt;so that I may find courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel alone&lt;br /&gt;so that I may know me.&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;so that I may feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel lovable&lt;br /&gt;so that the loving may seek me.&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel pain&lt;br /&gt;so that I may heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel worthy&lt;br /&gt;so that I may fulfill my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;When I am centered, I see the perfection&lt;br /&gt;in the world, myself, and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find the world to be imperfect,&lt;br /&gt;I will take responsibility&lt;br /&gt;for painting it that way.&lt;br /&gt;I will look into the heart of a rose,&lt;br /&gt;or the eyes of a new born baby&lt;br /&gt;and again know perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take respnsibility for creating&lt;br /&gt;my own life story through the choices&lt;br /&gt;I have made; to blame others is to give&lt;br /&gt;away my personal power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will I allow to write the next chapter of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall seek the courage to believe&lt;br /&gt;in a God or Higher Power&lt;br /&gt;who will laugh with me in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;or cry with me in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make a small difference&lt;br /&gt;on this planet through the work I do.&lt;br /&gt;So that when I leave I will have done my share.&lt;br /&gt;I shall, live, love, laugh, and learn on my journey.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall be happy and content with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- from Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-112277920052911435?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112277920052911435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=112277920052911435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/112277920052911435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/112277920052911435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/essence-of-woman-ii.html' title='The Essence of a Woman II'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-112174057922964517</id><published>2005-07-19T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:27:20.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of a Woman I</title><content type='html'>I am capable. I am worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful. I am lovable. I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;I shall accept both my strengths&lt;br /&gt;and my weaknesses, for they are me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall never again believe the "lie"&lt;br /&gt;that if I make mistake, I am a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes are the learning tools&lt;br /&gt;that I shall encounter on my life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I give them meaning&lt;br /&gt;When I give my mistakes meaning&lt;br /&gt;I can begin to forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;I can begin to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not use my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;as excuses to give up on me...&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes are not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall seek the wisdom to nurture&lt;br /&gt;my heart, mind, body, and soul&lt;br /&gt;so that I may feel more centered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...providing an energy reserve that allows&lt;br /&gt;me to climb the mountains in my own life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...providing an energy reserve that allows&lt;br /&gt;me to love and support others who&lt;br /&gt;are climbing a different mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...providing an energy reserve tht allows&lt;br /&gt;time for friends, play and the celebration of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- from Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-112174057922964517?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112174057922964517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=112174057922964517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/112174057922964517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/112174057922964517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/essence-of-woman-i.html' title='The Essence of a Woman I'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-111898065791306208</id><published>2005-06-17T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:57:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts again...</title><content type='html'>Over and over it has always been you I remember&lt;br /&gt;It is you on my mind ever&lt;br /&gt;Lasting, enduring through all the time&lt;br /&gt;Making my heart, my soul so alive&lt;br /&gt;You, entering my life is the sweetest song&lt;br /&gt;Now nothing could make my heart ache&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bliss, I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What puzzled me was that somehow&lt;br /&gt;You sympathized with me&lt;br /&gt;I saw it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It was a language God has always been teaching us&lt;br /&gt;In it the spirit of love, joy, peace, kindness, goodness&lt;br /&gt;It speaks magic&lt;br /&gt;It was a language not everyone understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment&lt;br /&gt;I didn't step back&lt;br /&gt;I moved forward&lt;br /&gt;And embraced it completely&lt;br /&gt;I knew we were special&lt;br /&gt;I knew what we had was very insightful&lt;br /&gt;God knows these words I say&lt;br /&gt;And the cool thing there&lt;br /&gt;Was nobody seemed to know about it&lt;br /&gt;But i knew what we had is special.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Softly&lt;br /&gt;I'll embrace it completely&lt;br /&gt;I'll forever hold it close to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-111898065791306208?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111898065791306208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=111898065791306208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111898065791306208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111898065791306208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/thoughts-again.html' title='Thoughts again...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-112037141603206680</id><published>2005-06-16T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:51:44.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For an angel... my bestfriend</title><content type='html'>You are my angel&lt;br /&gt;For you this poem I write&lt;br /&gt;You are there to lift me up when I fall&lt;br /&gt;You are there to make all the tears fade away&lt;br /&gt;You comfort me when I need it most&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how many ups and downs we have had&lt;br /&gt;You always find a way in your heart to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;You have been through all my losses and defeats&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember all the good times&lt;br /&gt;And pray the bad ones don't repeat&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful I call you my angel&lt;br /&gt;And you can call me yours too&lt;br /&gt;You are the definition of a true friend in my book&lt;br /&gt;I love you so dearly&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever replace you my real ANGEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-112037141603206680?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112037141603206680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=112037141603206680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/112037141603206680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/112037141603206680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-angel.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111946206680065664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111946206680065664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/05/cant-help-it.html' title='Can&apos;t help it'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-111691753541875045</id><published>2005-05-24T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:31:39.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Potpot</title><content type='html'>For all the good times we had,&lt;br /&gt;and all the love we shared,&lt;br /&gt;you are in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;You were the man in my life&lt;br /&gt;that made sure I was always okay.&lt;br /&gt;If I was down&lt;br /&gt;you would snuggle up to me&lt;br /&gt;and lick my hand.&lt;br /&gt;You loved me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I felt the most alone,&lt;br /&gt;you never left my side.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;that you were always appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I couldn't pick myself up anymore,&lt;br /&gt;you made sure I was alright.&lt;br /&gt;You were not just a pet.&lt;br /&gt;You were my friend.&lt;br /&gt;My companion.&lt;br /&gt;You were my hairy man&lt;br /&gt;with big beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You were kind and crazy enough&lt;br /&gt;to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love and miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever my Potpot,&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-111691753541875045?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111691753541875045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=111691753541875045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111691753541875045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111691753541875045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-memory-of-potpot.html' title='In Memory of Potpot'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-111655656522752263</id><published>2005-05-20T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:39:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep A Child Alive</title><content type='html'>Peace y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fortunate enough to travel the world and experience so many different cultures, but nothing has impacted me the way South Africa has, nothing at all. I was fortunate to go there with MTV, but while I was there, I was able to investigate the HIV/AIDS pandemic for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, it's hard for me to come to terms with what I saw and what I'm still feeling about the whole experience. It's one thing to hear about it, another to read the statistics, but it's a whole other thing to experience it yourself and listen to the stories personally and meet the people affected by it. Our people. I had no idea of the magnitude of what was happening in Africa until I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIDS is the worst health disaster in human history and if we don't use our personal power, it will proliferate until it threatens humanity itself. It is already wiping out Mother Africa. She is crying out for medicine. The medicine that we take for granted here in the U.S. is not available to 99% of Africans because of cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Africa, there remained an amazing weight on my shoulders. I felt like I had two choices: 1) to either continue on with my privileged American life containing every opportunity and act like I never went to Africa and forget that it all happened and that it was just a distant land that had nothing to do with me ( which I could never do) or 2) I could keep the feeling that I had in my heart about that amazing place that touched me so much and try to offer some type of help, something that could shed some much-needed light onto the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked myself, "What can I do? Can one little person in this very big world make a difference?" I was able to speak to Leigh Blake, who's the founder of Keep A Child Alive and she told me, "You can sponsor some children and pay for the life-saving medications that will keep them from dying needlessly and help us launch Keep A Child Alive to the public." And when I heard that people like me and you can step up and pay for the drugs at less than a dollar a day, I thought, "Yes, that makes sense to me." I urge you to become involved in this important initiative because I know that if we don't do it now, and if we don't do it together, it won't get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Africa need anti-retroviral drugs NOW. It can't be tomorrow and it can't be three years from now when there will be 9 million more people dead. It has to be NOW. This should be as important as the War on Terrorism, it should be as important as rebuilding impoverished countries like Afghanistan, it should be as important as trying to have peace in the Middle East. This should be as important as if your daughter or son were dying and you could do nothing about it. That's how important this should be to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to you as a messenger. Please help. Take time out of your blessed lives and help someone else in desperate need. Africa has been continuously robbed of its culture, its natural resources, its gold and diamonds, its land and now it's being robbed of its life...and we are the thieves. If we don't think this is important enough to fund, then we might as well admit that we are the thieves. If three million people dying a year does not warrant our immediate attention, then who have we become and what have we allowed our leaders to do in our name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask that you feel the importance of this project and really recognize how it affects all of us. Please, look into your hearts and find compassion. Look into your minds and do what is right. Help Keep A Child Alive save these lives because we can and we should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and you shall receive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sponsor a child and find out more, go to &lt;a href="http://www.keepachildalive.org"&gt;http://www.keepachildalive.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-111655656522752263?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111655656522752263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=111655656522752263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111655656522752263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111655656522752263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/05/keep-child-alive.html' title='Keep A Child Alive'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-111629695505536654</id><published>2005-05-17T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T10:29:15.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating in the sea of my heart</title><content type='html'>The night was alive&lt;br /&gt;We were free&lt;br /&gt;We stayed together alongside&lt;br /&gt;We stayed together 'til the day has ended&lt;br /&gt;It happened so sudden&lt;br /&gt;I know you haven't forgotten&lt;br /&gt;That once, we became part&lt;br /&gt;of each other's hearts, each other's lives&lt;br /&gt;I never did regret&lt;br /&gt;I met you&lt;br /&gt;In fact I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;Though you're not here&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I've known you&lt;br /&gt;For you make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about you makes my heart feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;How lovely you made me feel inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-111629695505536654?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111629695505536654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=111629695505536654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111629695505536654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111629695505536654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/05/floating-in-sea-of-my-heart.html' title='Floating in the sea of my heart'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-111580098925347935</id><published>2005-05-11T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:09:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbor, coworker, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger), but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, will, power, or heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason... nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience, help to create who you are and who you become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even the bad experiences can be learned from... in fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-111580098925347935?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111580098925347935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=111580098925347935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111580098925347935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111580098925347935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/05/story-of-life.html' title='The Story of Life'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-111544028499043114</id><published>2005-05-07T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:33:33.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Over and over it has always been the same words I here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Those words that break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Making me feel even more depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Making me feel even more worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My mother hates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Teardrops fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And my heart is broken in half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe this world is not my place, my anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And now nothing could ever be done with my sorry, aching heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I stood in front of the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;with uncontrolled tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope my mother won't see me crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So she would not bother about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe she's tired of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And nobody's there to help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-111544028499043114?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111544028499043114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=111544028499043114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111544028499043114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/111544028499043114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/05/waking-hour.html' title='Waking Hour'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-110994374439644652</id><published>2005-03-05T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T02:01:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating in the sea of my heart</title><content type='html'>I love late night.&lt;br /&gt;They give me a break,&lt;br /&gt;a time to look over my life&lt;br /&gt;or the day I’ve just had,&lt;br /&gt;And I can hear my thoughts clearly.&lt;br /&gt;The night is my companion.&lt;br /&gt;She’s my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Such a good good friend.&lt;br /&gt;When I have to talk, just talk,&lt;br /&gt;She just listens to me.&lt;br /&gt;And she lets me say or do the things&lt;br /&gt;I want to say or do.&lt;br /&gt;She’ll stay with me all night.&lt;br /&gt;Until I get asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-110994374439644652?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/110994374439644652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=110994374439644652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/110994374439644652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/110994374439644652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/03/floating-in-sea-of-my-heart.html' title='Floating in the sea of my heart'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-110968707745946708</id><published>2005-03-02T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:49:29.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The night is cold and quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;With a soft I hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Perfect to spend my time reminscing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The night fills me with the chill of solitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;es, here I am again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Alone in this big empty space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And it's been a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;that I've come to talk to you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The world is sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I can do anything I wanna do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But i don't wanna break the stillness of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and disturb their sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet maybe I'll break the silence instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But by talking without saying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey I can hear my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Echoed in the sound of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-110968707745946708?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/110968707745946708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=110968707745946708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/110968707745946708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/110968707745946708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/03/waking-hour_02.html' title='Waking Hour'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-110955452415128159</id><published>2005-03-01T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:39:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Duyan ng Lumbay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sa ngalan ng wagas na damdamin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;anong oras man hilingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;araw at sumsikat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;kahit pa takipsilim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-110955452415128159?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/110955452415128159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=110955452415128159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/110955452415128159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/110955452415128159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2005/03/sa-duyan-ng-lumbay.html' title='Sa Duyan ng Lumbay'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-777454449978745045</id><published>2004-09-18T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:41:18.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 19!! Hooray!!</title><content type='html'>Hey, Hey, It’s finally here! It’s My Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;I’m 19! Hooray! And I guess my last year as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;Just musing a bit on my 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Well it was a happy day for me, got a nice bit of gifts and letters and it was a fun day, compared to the rest of my other birthdays. I was really touched by my blockmates, 3AS1!! Luv u guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this may be the first birthday ever when i wanted to put on the blog...I’ve always been excited about birthdays, I mean, you’re one year older! That means you’re one year closer to all those cool things that’ll happen off in the future. I’m amazed at how quickly the years passed.&lt;br /&gt;My life is much better than it was then because of the changes I made and the experiences I had. I wish I could say that I plan on spending the day in quiet reflection on my life to date and my plans for the future...Haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m enjoying this Blog stuff too... more to learn...to create...to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends in my life, thanks for being there!! I love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-777454449978745045?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/777454449978745045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=777454449978745045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/777454449978745045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/777454449978745045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-19-hooray.html' title='I&apos;m 19!! Hooray!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-1404800373195426373</id><published>2004-06-20T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:36:36.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chidlhood Myth</title><content type='html'>I know that big or older people don’t like questions from children. But they can ask all the questions they like, ‘How’s school?’ ‘Are you a good girl?’ ‘Did you brush your teeth?’ ‘Did you say your prayers?’  But if you’ll ask them did they brush their teeth you might be hit on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when I was younger, I ask my father a few things that I always wonder. Like how I came here, how I came into this world, where I came from, how come that there are babies in the stomach, how can one have a baby. He laughs and because he’s in a good mood, he answered my questions (cuz usually he doesn’t answer questions like that). He said there is an Angel from heaven who delivers babies. One night the angel brought me to them and appeared in our small garden and left me on the bench. I usually believed what my father would tell me back then even if my eldest brother would say that dad makes up stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I sit on the bench in the garden a long time waiting and waiting for the angel. I could ask the angel all kinds of questions and I’m sure he would answer everything. I’ll tell the angel all the things I can’t tell my mother or father or brothers. I’ll tell him all about my crush, school and how I’m afraid of my teachers and her stick when she roars at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed on the bench ‘til it gets cold still no sign of an angel. Maybe he’s very busy in delivering tons of babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes if I had to get up in the middle of the night to pee, I look out the window to see if the angel might be sitting on the bench, in case he might bringing another baby or just coming for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I had the house to myself so that I can sit on the bench in the garden and talk to the angel. I know he’s there. I had a strong feeling he was there because the bench felt warmer than ever and there’s a light in my head. I told him my troubles and I heard a voice but I didn’t understand what it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I’m up early and I told my father about the angel on the bench, but he just placed his palm on my forehead to check if I’m feeling all right and said ‘You’re a bit of a dreamer, my daughter.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-1404800373195426373?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1404800373195426373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=1404800373195426373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/1404800373195426373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/1404800373195426373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-chidlhood-myth.html' title='My Chidlhood Myth'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11114614.post-2550227361489313829</id><published>2004-06-18T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:23:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Say hello&lt;br /&gt;Friendly smiles&lt;br /&gt;Sparks fly&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry ignite&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands&lt;br /&gt;Eyes gleam&lt;br /&gt;In love&lt;br /&gt;Fall deep&lt;br /&gt;Feel close&lt;br /&gt;Laugh together&lt;br /&gt;Moonlit walks&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dates&lt;br /&gt;Each other&lt;br /&gt;Hang-on&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable change&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes betide&lt;br /&gt;Promises broken&lt;br /&gt;Fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dreams&lt;br /&gt;Scarred hearts&lt;br /&gt;Unshed tears&lt;br /&gt;Fall down&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites&lt;br /&gt;Evade nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Let go&lt;br /&gt;Set free&lt;br /&gt;Move on&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11114614-2550227361489313829?l=soulbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2550227361489313829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11114614&amp;postID=2550227361489313829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/2550227361489313829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11114614/posts/default/2550227361489313829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbeauty.blogspot.com/2004/06/say-goodbye.html' title='Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06859007093808065855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFqwd2ioW4/StKYjhrZ79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8P-LfMFc94s/S220/philippines+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
