<?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-2270792948893680415</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:38:05.192-07:00</updated><category term='on love'/><title type='text'>I live Life as I believe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-2547692991900942048</id><published>2009-02-21T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:45:41.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>live. love. laugh. xoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="ashley07" author_possessive="ashley07's"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the what ifs that crowded my brain suddenly disappearing.. And I’m so proud that I get by after all what happened to me, my friends, my peaceful slumber and my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking forward to:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;More stressful      weeks or should I say months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;More      information/Knowledge. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sobrang dami ko pang hindi alam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;More      me-time. Healthy me. Enough of unhealthy crap. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Graduation      Day! Yeah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Summer:      Tarlac, La &lt;st1:place&gt;Union&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Boracay and &lt;st1:place&gt;Bohol&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Greater      faith, Great L-o-v-e. Happy heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How more happy could I possible be? Everything else that comes along is really just a Bonus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-2547692991900942048?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/2547692991900942048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=2547692991900942048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/2547692991900942048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/2547692991900942048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-love-laugh-xoxo.html' title='live. love. laugh. xoxo'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-2338290283009156721</id><published>2009-02-07T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:36:35.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart's month it is. :)</title><content type='html'>sabi nila f&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ollow your heart daw, and that love would lead you to the right path.&lt;/span&gt; Pero how would you know if you're on the right track kung sa umpisa palang hindi mo na alam what's on your heart?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Masakit, magulo, malabo, complicated.&lt;/span&gt; I guess that's how it will always be. pero despite all of it's frills. wala paring tatalo sa sarap ng feeling that it could bring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wala namang pertinent law na nagbabawal magkamali diba? so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave that frightened heart of yours&lt;/span&gt; and lure into what is possibly there. And even if Past matters 'til now. that's pretty OK. U-turn here is always allowed. And you could always hit the brake if you wanted to stop.Just don't forget to enjoy the ride, for that's how love's journey supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Drive your heart and go where you wanted to because that is where true happiness would lead you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From my happy heart to yours. Happy heart's Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-2338290283009156721?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/2338290283009156721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=2338290283009156721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/2338290283009156721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/2338290283009156721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2009/02/hearts-month-it-is.html' title='heart&apos;s month it is. :)'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-4878450784804522163</id><published>2008-12-10T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:03:45.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gemini</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know what’s in you, that query me a lot. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Should I give it a shot or should I just lay back? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Should I follow the star or just leave it like that? Will you choose to stay even if it’s tough? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I’m close to running but you made me calmly stay. I almost close it but I’d rather wait ‘til that day. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Coz to believe is what Pisces Do, even if it’s hard to understand a Gemini like you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-4878450784804522163?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/4878450784804522163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=4878450784804522163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/4878450784804522163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/4878450784804522163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/12/gemini.html' title='gemini'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-2440105611029230288</id><published>2008-06-11T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:48:39.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so unreal..</title><content type='html'>dismayed, is what exactly i feel.&lt;br /&gt;they were smiling like it was so real.&lt;br /&gt;they talk behind somebody's back&lt;br /&gt;when they don't even know the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back stabbers is the name,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of this day everybody will know,&lt;br /&gt;their true face will show&lt;br /&gt;that behind those friendly facade&lt;br /&gt;lies an unknown crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unlike the old times, i wouldn't bargain for the truth.. a lot had been said but they will just deny it i know. Just please don't smile, if what you freaking feels is unlikely.. don't bother to talk coz i know you'll just float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't remember any incidence that i hurt your name, I was so real yet you didn't do the same.&lt;br /&gt;may magagawa pa ba ako? is being prank not good for you? so take that against me for all you can.. gone are the words you just said nonchalantly so is the truth that i thought you're somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for those who understand, thank you for those who were so loyal.&lt;br /&gt;just like what nica said in one of her quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"i don't gave anyone reasons to hate me, they create their own little drama of pure insecurity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad that i'm still smiling sincerely :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-2440105611029230288?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/2440105611029230288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=2440105611029230288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/2440105611029230288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/2440105611029230288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-unreal.html' title='so unreal..'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-8505022682046471669</id><published>2008-05-24T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T04:15:22.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your choice..</title><content type='html'>When I was a lil-bit younger, I never failed to rant when certain unwanted negative feelings creep my happy nest. But when I decided to step back, I get a glimpse of significant people I'm walking with in this journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? I realized that life isn't always what i have but whom I share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there will be tons of joke life will throw upon you but its up to you on how to react on it. So get up and laugh your heart out because that's how jokes are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With faith as you go along the way.. you'll never go astray :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to adryl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you  for the comment.&lt;br /&gt;much appreciated :) hope to see you soon :)&lt;br /&gt;miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-8505022682046471669?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/8505022682046471669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=8505022682046471669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/8505022682046471669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/8505022682046471669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-your-choice.html' title='It&apos;s your choice..'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-1710063618369131528</id><published>2008-05-18T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T04:11:08.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Midst..</title><content type='html'>in a small span of time.. sobrang daming nabago sa aking buhay. waa.. I know that i've always wanted to try to step out of my comfort zone pero parang i've change my mind na. ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again just like what mom always say.. struggle victoriously.&lt;br /&gt;where is the optimistic marilou by the way?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i'm excited na rin. Sure, it will be different.. but who knows what lies ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still living and breathing.. what more can say? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-1710063618369131528?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/1710063618369131528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=1710063618369131528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/1710063618369131528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/1710063618369131528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-midst.html' title='In the Midst..'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-1583251626763604788</id><published>2008-05-12T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:36:26.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME and beyond</title><content type='html'>First time in our entire life nangyari na my sister and I were miles apart from Mom, Its 16 days na to be exact and on may 19 pa sya babalik from BohoL. Everybody's celebrating mother's day pa naman. waa.. we can't throw any presents tuloy, well aside from phone call. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;    Hope her long vacation with lola at bohol does wonders. :)&lt;br /&gt;    Love you mom! happy Mother's day! can't wait to see you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aus din yung may blog noh? I get to scan back stuff that i wrote from the past, feel na emotions I put into words to form a paragraph.. smirk by the thought na I discover something on my own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the words in me.. me beyond what other's cant see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-1583251626763604788?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/1583251626763604788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=1583251626763604788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/1583251626763604788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/1583251626763604788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-and-beyond.html' title='ME and beyond'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-6496936993094466890</id><published>2008-05-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T06:54:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may reader din pala :)</title><content type='html'>na-notice ko lang.. ung counter ko nadadagdagan. hehe :) though i dont publicized this blog that much.. well aside sa friendster which i stated below my profile. aun dun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro those who get to read my blog eh yung mga tao lang na who happened to care a bit that they manage to have time pa to hit my page.. well anyhow.. to you thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since someday naman.. maybe next generation of my blood line would give a bump here, i decided to be more serious on my next post. siguro something deeper. whatcha think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero parang mas ok kung magcocomment din kayo instead of just reading diba? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-6496936993094466890?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/6496936993094466890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=6496936993094466890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/6496936993094466890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/6496936993094466890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-reader-din-pala.html' title='may reader din pala :)'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-8374002901330938881</id><published>2008-04-20T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:22:44.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang bago at luma</title><content type='html'>hindi ka daw pwedeng humawak ng bago hanggat hindi ka bumibitaw sa luma..&lt;br /&gt;ang kaso pilit akong humahawak sa bago na hindi naman bumibitaw sa luma..&lt;br /&gt;cguro dapat bumitaw narin ako. at pupunuin nalang ang mga kamay ko ng mga pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;And hope na someday, someone would hold my hand too tight ang would never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madali lang sana maghanap ng ipapalit na magmamahal, kaya lang ang hirap naman maghanap ng mamahalin. +yun un eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy, chillax.. understand and compromise.&lt;br /&gt;If your happy, i'm perfectly fine with that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget me is your only way out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-8374002901330938881?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/8374002901330938881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=8374002901330938881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/8374002901330938881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/8374002901330938881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/04/ang-bago-at-luma.html' title='ang bago at luma'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-995823337739082808</id><published>2008-03-18T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:48:03.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you..</title><content type='html'>you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow knew i still could be happy even without.&lt;br /&gt;i also knew someday i would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i get tired waiting, i know i will search.&lt;br /&gt;if its meant i know i will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you, i will someday be incapable of anything..&lt;br /&gt;without you, i would be nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will tell, time only knew.&lt;br /&gt;time will be my friend, til i'm with you.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-995823337739082808?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/995823337739082808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=995823337739082808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/995823337739082808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/995823337739082808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/03/you.html' title='you..'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-7029202293711553923</id><published>2008-03-02T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:39:26.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teen no more</title><content type='html'>so the title said it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm no longer teen, i'm be entering a new stage in which i should be acting like a real grown up.. yes i could say that i've matured a lot through all the years that i've been through.. being teenager really helped me a lot. it taught me lessons in which i have learned much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teen, the foundation of my moral, character and built as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;still the youth in me remains.. i'm still kid at heart. i'm still my dad's little daughter and it doesn't change somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again i have to leave the childish act in me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm somehow afraid that at 20 people should see me grow up in all aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i change the way i dress?&lt;br /&gt;the way i speak?&lt;br /&gt;the way i walk?&lt;br /&gt;the way i decide?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure i should be different by now, more mature at what they say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the rumbling thoughts, i'm still me afterall..&lt;br /&gt;mistake makes me perfectly human and it should be something i should not be afraid of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another year will be added to my age.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be positive.. This year is mine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-7029202293711553923?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/7029202293711553923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=7029202293711553923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/7029202293711553923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/7029202293711553923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/03/teen-no-more.html' title='teen no more'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-7537411849558073990</id><published>2008-02-25T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:25:34.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.look ahead.</title><content type='html'>It's really a good thing that there is tomorrow and there is today that you can dwell into than just be stuck with the past thats hunting you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello tomorrow, goodbye yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still saying that i'm renewing myself again. (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad habits are really not that hard to break.. it just need a little pushing to make :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-7537411849558073990?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/7537411849558073990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=7537411849558073990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/7537411849558073990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/7537411849558073990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-ahead.html' title='.look ahead.'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-4752179834931874462</id><published>2007-08-24T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T02:35:19.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on love'/><title type='text'>sometimes love is really not enough</title><content type='html'>2 years and 3 months straight being in a relationship really thaught me a lot, do I have any regrets? nothing really for I know that I have to experience all of this down time to learn something from it. Ano nga bang mga natutunan ko? marami rin, things that I didn't learn from books, cyberworld, folks and 'rents but from him who have given me a lot of emotions, for you: Thank you.. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to keep me reminded of the wonderful journey I had with you, I've decided to keep a list of things that you made me realize so that if ever I would bummed into someone like you, I would still be on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;do not rush, if someone is really into you he would really wait, as in super wait no matter how long it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there's nothing wrong in quitting, am i a loser? hell no.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If its really not meant to be, it just wouldn't be no matter how hard you try to work things out, hindi talaga uubra. Mahirap ata talagang kalabanin si Destiny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to compromise. Only if he's worth it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes love is really not enough. respect, faith, and trust should also goes along with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;"'for i know the plans i have for you,' declares the LoRd. 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"jeremiah 29: 12.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, it might seem a bit out of context for me to work on this now,when all this has nothing to do with my life at the moment, or the funkI've been in as of late. To me, however, it makes perfect sense. Tostop dwelling on the events that make my life less than a party, and tofind how I can make up for having been such an event in someone else's,no matter how long ago that was, is nothing but perfectly logical tome. While I highly doubt that these wishes of mine would suddenly causeyou to find yourself bombarded with super-blessings, I hope thatoffering them will make a difference just the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray for your true and lasting happiness, and that you find it in the right places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray for her, in case there is one, and a deserving her, in case one isn't there yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray that your situation at home improves, and that you all do more for one another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray for your children in the near future too. A boy that you were wishing for to be exact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray that others show their appreciation for you by not abusing youand for you to notice it in return. Far from the way you neverappreciated mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Contrary to this, I pray that you learn to say no when they start to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray that you forgive me for not even making an effort tounderstand you. Its just so lame as an excuse to say that I don'tdeserve you. (whatever!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray for your personal fulfillment, and that you understand justhow many people will be proud of you on your graduation day hopefullyon the march of 2008, myself included.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray that you will always be around to support the friends who havebeen around to listen to you, and that these friends stay with you inturn. I pray for your friends, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray that we can someday be friends. Real friends.* I pray that you do not forget that I was, no, that I am, thankful you exist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I pray that above anything written here, your own prayers are answered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I pray that you actually get to read this. I never did figureout if you ever found this page. I always got the feeling that you knewmore of what was going in my life than I told you. That, coupled withthe fact that I vaguely remember telling you that I blog, makes methink the affirmative. You even search for it before right? rememberone of the conversation we had where you said your E is for EFFORT?where's that E by the way? But then again if you don't, God will. Whichmight be even better. If you did read and finish this, thank you. Andfor everything else. I, personally pray for myself that I never forgetyour worth. And that you do not forget it either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-4752179834931874462?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/4752179834931874462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=4752179834931874462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/4752179834931874462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/4752179834931874462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-love-is-really-not-enough.html' title='sometimes love is really not enough'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270792948893680415.post-2420285568321698781</id><published>2007-07-20T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:47:14.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>renew again</title><content type='html'>new account&lt;br /&gt;new blog&lt;br /&gt;new me&lt;br /&gt;new life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270792948893680415-2420285568321698781?l=07marilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/feeds/2420285568321698781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270792948893680415&amp;postID=2420285568321698781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/2420285568321698781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270792948893680415/posts/default/2420285568321698781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07marilou.blogspot.com/2007/07/renew-again.html' title='renew again'/><author><name>marilou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632511436638031795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/96/4246992/932104857m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
