<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 02:00:09 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Good Day</title><description></description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-6563920382290939837</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 05:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T22:03:35.934-08:00</atom:updated><title>Departamental xmas Party 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;QHSE xmas Party 2007-Departamental xmas Party &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lxLvWdSZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ul2tAysIg24/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159279294632774034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lxLvWdSZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ul2tAysIg24/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 maria's and 2 masculados.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l42fWdSeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7inLd0EXx8U/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159287725653576162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l42fWdSeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7inLd0EXx8U/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.. in Pinoy Henyo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l4afWdSdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WPoMN9dxrFk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159287244617238994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l4afWdSdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WPoMN9dxrFk/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing churva in Pinoy Henyo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l5pPWdSfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PFcqzkZ0TvA/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159288597531937266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l5pPWdSfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PFcqzkZ0TvA/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l6FvWdSgI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fd7tBk_7o9c/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159289087158209026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l6FvWdSgI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fd7tBk_7o9c/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH Ha!!!! smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l6dfWdShI/AAAAAAAAARM/yXuqQwv7PTM/s1600-h/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159289495180102162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5l6dfWdShI/AAAAAAAAARM/yXuqQwv7PTM/s320/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift.. from may ninang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lyS_WdSbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_Nj4OCQ8668/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159280518698453426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lyS_WdSbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_Nj4OCQ8668/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bossings.... in Kampai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-6563920382290939837?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/12/departamental-xmas-party-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lxLvWdSZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ul2tAysIg24/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-8889469689637425577</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T22:04:42.346-08:00</atom:updated><title>JPHIL xmas Party 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;JPHIL xmas Party 2007 at Manila Hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lodfWdSVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/dp7j0lTc4HI/s1600-h/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159269703970802002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lodfWdSVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/dp7j0lTc4HI/s320/untitled9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QHSE Staffs, Engineers and the manager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lo3fWdSWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/e2d5G549p6Y/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lpxPWdSXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C-Q0MaRwvqA/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159271142784846194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lpxPWdSXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C-Q0MaRwvqA/s320/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls of QHSE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lrc_WdSYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XZY_L7ERM9s/s1600-h/untitled10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159272993915750786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lrc_WdSYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XZY_L7ERM9s/s320/untitled10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restropect..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-8889469689637425577?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2008/01/jphil-xmas-party-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R5lodfWdSVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/dp7j0lTc4HI/s72-c/untitled9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-4042900871378793628</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T19:52:50.715-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mahal ko to..</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R1oU39bt0lI/AAAAAAAAAPk/d16F_E8eZw4/s1600-h/Mahal+kong+asawa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141444876213015122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R1oU39bt0lI/AAAAAAAAAPk/d16F_E8eZw4/s320/Mahal+kong+asawa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mahal kong asawa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-4042900871378793628?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/12/mahal-ko-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/R1oU39bt0lI/AAAAAAAAAPk/d16F_E8eZw4/s72-c/Mahal+kong+asawa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-6599468071388708821</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-09T03:11:50.992-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bracelet of Love</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RwtB0QClCSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L-sCHDdnku8/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119257767351486754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RwtB0QClCSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L-sCHDdnku8/s320/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A bracelet of Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A simple bracelet but it comes from the heart... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-6599468071388708821?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/10/bracelet-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RwtB0QClCSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L-sCHDdnku8/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-6170448386881270739</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 08:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-25T02:43:29.137-07:00</atom:updated><title>Its too good to be true</title><description>Its really good to be true... then the real happiness do comes... i just remembered few months ago when im in the middle of nowhere..asking and wishing for a happiness, revealing my heartaches, and hopelessly dreaming for a right one, crying out load due to pain and sadness,but now here it is in front of me, In flesh of human soul, a good hearted soul, offering for a life time happiness unconditionally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i never find someone, exactly to what im asking for, someone who will give what i really wants, someone who makes me feel secured... A tears of joy coming from my heart everytime when im with him... But fears and doubts is still here... how can i overcome all of these?! but the good things is, everytime i felt those things, he always pampering me with all of his love.. saying "Don't be afraid, and never think negative, coz i won't do such things that will may hurt you....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, still many trials will come in our way, but still im hoping and praying that we overcome all the trials that will comes, we still really don't know what will gonna be happened, maybe for now were both happy, but later on.. we cannot say.... coz there still many things that needs to consider... its really not bad to expect but for now and for good, its suggested not to expect that much, so that whatever happens, it will be easily to accept everything though it really hurts so much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-6170448386881270739?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-too-good-to-be-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-5190961310314959672</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 09:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-13T03:12:45.927-07:00</atom:updated><title>Love is in the Air</title><description>Eto na ba tlaga? Or sya na ba talaga?! akala ko hindi na ko makakakita ng lalaki makakapagpasaya sa akin... He always makes me laugh everytime na magkasama kami... we're always going out on a date.. namamasyal kmi khit saan, sakay sa kanya motorsiklo... mabait sya at indi nagkukulang ng paalala sa akin... i thought indi ko na mararamdaman ang pakiramdam na maging isang princesa.. kasi everytime when we are together, he always treated me like a princess... which really touches my heart... i always say to him na.. "sa una lang yan" but he always told me na indi lahat ng lalake pare pareho.. ibahin ko daw sya...and now that he found me.. indi na daw nya ko hahayaang mawala pa... because he really do love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing... he accepted me for who i am... as in totally all of me... sabi nya.. why he need to change me if minahal nya ko ng ganito... im beginning to love him.. and im willing to love him til the end... but i always told him na for now let it be... if were really meant for each other, true love will come our way.. the important is.. we are happy being together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero some people don't like him for me... some people do like him for me... wag ko daw isipin ang sasabihin ng ibang tao.. basta ang important masaya ako... he's not that good looking guy nor not that ugly... not that rich nor not that poor..  but he do have a good hearted soul... which really the most important... some one who will never let you hurt for the rest of your life... i feel so secured to him, and specially the assurances... He always told me that he really love me so much.. and can't afford to loose me... Naaalala ko pa before... and the times na im so down because of wat happened... na magisa lang ako... and now someone entering my life... proposing for a lifetime happiness and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ang sabi ko lang sa kanya... na gusto ko dyan lang sya palagi... and indi natin alam sa sobrang kagandahan ng loob na ipinakikita nya.. magantihan ko man lang ito ng kabutihan din.. a change of heart... I know that all the things happening to our lives has a reason... we don't know whats really the purpose why he came to me... whatever the reason is... it really makes me happy... and what am i deserve for......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-5190961310314959672?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-is-in-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-6675859673103217405</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 11:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-03T04:49:24.178-07:00</atom:updated><title>3 red roces</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RrMSBM7hBFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WBHlQ-6IUP4/s1600-h/3+red+roces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094435415346185298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RrMSBM7hBFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WBHlQ-6IUP4/s320/3+red+roces.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A 3 red roces given by some one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A 3 simple roces touches my heart... it was my first time that i received a flower from someone unexpectedly, although i've been to a relationships before but i never had one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone who wants to win my heart.. but for now i can't really make a promise.. i don't want him to expect for now... Let it be... i want to make sure of everything first.. i don't want to happened again what i've been through... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-6675859673103217405?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-red-roces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RrMSBM7hBFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WBHlQ-6IUP4/s72-c/3+red+roces.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-6515730242709326738</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-24T22:01:38.386-07:00</atom:updated><title>All about Tazmania</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RqbTGc7hBDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v7gJFaNVdno/s1600-h/Taz+4-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090988536587420722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RqbTGc7hBDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v7gJFaNVdno/s400/Taz+4-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Tazmania in his picture frame"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tasmanian Devil; &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;"Taz" for short&lt;/a&gt;, is described as: "A strong murderous beast, jaws as powerful as a steel trap, has ravenous appetite, eats tigers, lions, elephants, buffaloes, donkeys, giraffes, octopuses, rhinoceroses, and moose." However, this definition is only partially accurate. He also eats chickens, ducks, and especially &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;rabbits&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whirring around like a tornado, slicing through trees like a rotary saw, and feasting on an entire ecosystem of jungle creatures, Taz has but one thing on his mind: Eating. The carnivorous &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;native of Tasmania&lt;/a&gt; has the power to devour everything and anything in a single gulp. When this furry, salivating beast comes a-runnin', giraffes scurry for their lives, alligators turn themselves into luggage to hide, and sharks literally leap out of the water. And even if you take Taz out of his natural habitat, it is nearly impossible to take away his appetite. Even on &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;Christmas Eve in the suburbs&lt;/a&gt;, Taz wants to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taz is incredibly rare. You would be lucky to come upon him in a zoo. As with all dangerous creatures confining him can be a tricky proposition. Taz does not like being caged. He has a tendency to break free. When he escapes, watch out! With Taz on the loose the zookeepers usually post a reward for his capture. Only the most foolhardy and greedy of treasure seekers, &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;Daffy Duck&lt;/a&gt;, would dare to attempt to capture the beast. Even when armed with the full proof theory that &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;music soothes the most savage beast&lt;/a&gt;, Daffy takes his life into his own hands when confronting Taz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Should you ever encounter &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;Taz&lt;/a&gt; yourself in the wild, remain calm and keep your wits about you. He does have a few weaknesses. So if you see Taz with a napkin tied around his neck sizing you up for supper, please keep the following tips in mind: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;Taz&lt;/a&gt; has a weakness for a pretty female Devil. Whether the female is really Bugs Bunny in disguise or a &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;real lady Devil&lt;/a&gt;. Taz can be temporary diverted by his attraction to the feminine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another approach you can use to reroute Taz is to appeal to his paternal instinct. Hand Taz a bomb in a baby blanket, tell him he's a father, and &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;run for your life&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can also appeal to Taz's largest weakness, &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;his appetite&lt;/a&gt;. If you promise to cook him a good meal, sometimes he will forget that he trying to eat you! You can serve &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;Taz&lt;/a&gt; "wild turkey ·  surprise" he will be so excited that he won't realize that the turkey is supposed to be filled with stuffing, not a wick and explosive material. Give him enough explosive meals and &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;he may actually refuse a meal&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;clever disguise&lt;/a&gt; has been known to fool him. This strategy can also buy some "get away" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trying to fool &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;Taz&lt;/a&gt; will only give you a temporary escape, not a permanent solution to your Devil problems. Bugs Bunny once made a quick escape from Taz by pretending he wasn't a rabbit, but a monkey. It took Taz a minute to realize this, and soon cornered Bugs, asking him, "What for you say you monkey when you have puffy tail like rabbit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final note: Never underestimate Taz. After tangling with Taz, Bugs has learned that even &lt;a href="javascript:%20createContent("&gt;Taz can surprise you sometimes&lt;/a&gt;. So keep a sharp eye out and keep your wits about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-6515730242709326738?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-about-tazmania.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RqbTGc7hBDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v7gJFaNVdno/s72-c/Taz+4-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-3164229911588989439</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-22T00:50:59.058-07:00</atom:updated><title>Witch Doctor</title><description>I told the witch doctor I was in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I told the witch doctor you didn't love me too&lt;br /&gt;And then the witch doctor, he told me what to doHe said that ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang&lt;br /&gt;Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tangWalla walla, bing bang...&lt;br /&gt;Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang&lt;br /&gt;Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the witch doctor you didn't love me true&lt;br /&gt;I told the witch doctor you didn't love me nice&lt;br /&gt;And then the witch doctor, he game me this advice&lt;br /&gt;He said to ...&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you've been keeping love from me&lt;br /&gt;Just like you were a miser&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admit I wasn't very smart&lt;br /&gt;So I went out and found myself&lt;br /&gt;A guy that's so much wiser&lt;br /&gt;And he taught me the way to win your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend the witch doctor, he taught me what to say&lt;br /&gt;My friend the witch doctor, he taught me what to do&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be mine when I say this to youOh, Baby ....&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-3164229911588989439?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/witch-doctor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-3989078278554166039</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-21T07:01:39.707-07:00</atom:updated><title>If I were You</title><description>I look in the mirror, with you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And I see a reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of a smile that says you believe in love&lt;br /&gt;And just for a moment, I drifted away&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay cuz&lt;br /&gt;A hint of love, a bit of fear&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would stay right where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't come near this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and leave here&lt;br /&gt;And find someone who won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that she still believes in love&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think my heart has given up&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to protect you&lt;br /&gt;From the lies that your heart tells&lt;br /&gt;Even though it says that you love me&lt;br /&gt;All I see is pain and misery&lt;br /&gt;Seasons may change&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget the days of old&lt;br /&gt;My heart ached when you walked away&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd never love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would stay right where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't come near this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and leave here&lt;br /&gt;And find someone who won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that she still believes in love&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think my heart has given up&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days go by&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that you could make me happy&lt;br /&gt;Time goes on&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that love is at my door&lt;br /&gt;And though I tell myself that you're the one&lt;br /&gt;Who said those words before&lt;br /&gt;Thought it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust in love&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would stay right where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't come near this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and leave here&lt;br /&gt;And find someone who won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that she still believes in love&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my heart has given up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would stay right where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't come near this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and leave here&lt;br /&gt;And find someone who won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that she still believes in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would stay right where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't come near this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and leave here&lt;br /&gt;And find someone who won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that she still believes in love&lt;br /&gt;My heart has given up&lt;br /&gt;Can't be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would stay right where you are&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my heart has given up&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here Ooh&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't, if I were you I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-3989078278554166039?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-i-were-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-1889619482978723082</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 04:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-20T23:40:29.077-07:00</atom:updated><title>Til my Heart ache ends</title><description>i recall when you said that you will never leave me&lt;br /&gt;it told me moreso much more like when the time you whisperedin my ear&lt;br /&gt;there was heaven in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when you said that you'd be here forever&lt;br /&gt;then you leftwithout even sayin' that you're leavin'&lt;br /&gt;i was hurt and it really wont be eady to forget&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and i pray that you would stay&lt;br /&gt;but then you're gone and oh, so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid this time would come&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt prepared to face this kind of hurting from with you&lt;br /&gt;i have learned to live my life beside you&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;if not into a dream you'll come and touch me once again&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep on dreamin' till my heartache ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-1889619482978723082?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/til-my-heart-ache-ends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-6610438846411301836</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T18:25:20.360-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Day...</title><description>Today is not a lucky day for me when it comes to work... Its really a hard day, full of works, full of demands... oh what a life... But i need to do this for my future... and for my family... its already 1830 hrs.. and 30 mins more to go for 1900 hrs. I can't take it anymore.. huhuhu... i can't even reply on my incoming text... im so tired.. but its a good thing anyway i even forgot my problems for while... and this blog.. is my stress reliever.. hehehe.... thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, on the other side, this day is my parents day, i can't imagine or even comes to my mind that one of my problems will be solved.. Thanks for the Good Samaritan came to me this morning... " Hulog sya ng Diyos" maybe God send an instrument for me to solved my problem.&lt;br /&gt;For now, my parents were happy and their are starting to move, because of the blessing that i've been received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Thank you!!!!!!!!! Bait talaga ni Lord...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-6610438846411301836?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-day_16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-5405006638357857321</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-20T03:53:41.834-07:00</atom:updated><title>Getting Inlove...</title><description>Inlove?! Are we familiar with this word? Is this a feelings that everyone feels towards opposite sex? Damn! what a feeling.... Why we need to feel or experience this kind of dellima.. if later on it would'nt be successful.... Why some people needs to get your attention first, make you fall inlove, and later on if he not fits you his categories, they will just leave you like a hot potato and will find someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?! Is just that... there so many selfish person living in this world....a coward!!!! why are they still existing... i know that mind is over the heart that's why we need to think first, but why from the start they did'nt used their mind before they hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all the guys are the same? Is there still anyone out there who have a pure hearted soul? someone who can trusted with forever.. Some one who can love unselfishly and unconditionally.... God Fearing... Sensitive.... and Respectful.... Someone who can turn to when your down... Someone who will always be there for the rest of your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will understands in every you do... accept you as a human not just a woman... be proud of you regardless of your weakness... someone who will not humiliate things just because of what you just have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst is, they will just use any reason just to leave you... any reason that will made you cry and hurt and later on will be a sign of revenge... Why all of these needs to happened.. Why don't the heart be over the mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-5405006638357857321?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-inlove.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-2367534713168106792</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 10:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-14T04:10:59.399-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sportsfest Billiard Tournament</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SportFest Billiard Tournament at Festival Alabang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087006257078440162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpitPRtZkOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QELIt7cntfo/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpitextZkPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cj7gz7fDdJM/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087006523366412530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpitextZkPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cj7gz7fDdJM/s320/DSC01744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpitvRtZkQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OFcPFzsy0sw/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087006806834254082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpitvRtZkQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OFcPFzsy0sw/s320/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpiuEhtZkRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/k3Mym4upg40/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087007171906474258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpiuEhtZkRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/k3Mym4upg40/s320/DSC01805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpiujBtZkSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MdciR1cbFtI/s1600-h/DSC01810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087007695892484386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpiujBtZkSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MdciR1cbFtI/s320/DSC01810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-2367534713168106792?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/sportfest-billiard-tournament-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpitPRtZkOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QELIt7cntfo/s72-c/DSC01743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-687197564789791446</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-11T02:51:22.254-07:00</atom:updated><title>JGC Sportfest Bowling</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sportfest Bowling Tournament at Gameworks Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSlt3HwwnI/AAAAAAAAANs/unQEhK3ICdo/s1600-h/sport+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085872086517334642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSlt3HwwnI/AAAAAAAAANs/unQEhK3ICdo/s320/sport+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085872223956288130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSl13HwwoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Udhn2HdSxB8/s320/sport+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSmb3HwwpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/F5XeT2tkT0E/s1600-h/sport+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085872876791317138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSmb3HwwpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/F5XeT2tkT0E/s320/sport+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSmo3HwwqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DZzt7KRzYcQ/s1600-h/sport+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085873100129616546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSmo3HwwqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DZzt7KRzYcQ/s320/sport+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSm93HwwrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QJX-elmAI_c/s1600-h/sport+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085873460906869426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSm93HwwrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QJX-elmAI_c/s320/sport+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-687197564789791446?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/jgc-sportfest-bowling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RpSlt3HwwnI/AAAAAAAAANs/unQEhK3ICdo/s72-c/sport+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-8363432516552776551</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-11T22:25:31.328-07:00</atom:updated><title>Try it on my Own</title><description>I’m wiser now&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the foolish girl you used to know&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;I’m stronger now&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned from my mistakes which way to go&lt;br /&gt;And I should know&lt;br /&gt;I put myself aside to do it your way&lt;br /&gt;But now I need to do it all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not afraid to try it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if I’m right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live my life the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I’ll keep it real you know&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to do it on my ownYeah yeah, mmm, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s over now&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go back to living through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Too many lines&lt;br /&gt;And if you don’t know by now&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go back to being someone else&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;I never had a chance to do things my way&lt;br /&gt;So now it’s time for me to take control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not afraid to try it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if I’m right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live my life the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I’m gonna keep it real you know&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I start again go back to one&lt;br /&gt;I’m running things my way&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop me now, I’ve just begun&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even think about it&lt;br /&gt;There ain’t no way about it&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking names, the ones of mine&lt;br /&gt;Yes I’m gonna take my turnI&lt;br /&gt;t’s time for me to finally stand alone, stand alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to try it on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care if I’m right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live my life the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I’m gonna keep it real you know&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for me to do itSee I’m not afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-8363432516552776551?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/try-it-on-my-own.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-8433936352726301541</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-14T08:44:48.776-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Article III</title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To Dream"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To dream something would be possibly help us to create a chance that would give affects in our everyday lives. It will probably nurture our abilities in imagining impossible things to become possible and for us to make it happen eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerness to one thing would give us strength to continue what we have started. “Dreams” would be started in our own self, by fixing of horrible past one by one that was happened in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, correct all the bad things that you have done to yourself and to other as well, never do such things that will let you down in the end. Try to adjust your lifestyle, need adjustments to your old routine. Think of a positive outcome that would give a positive effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing, it’s better off all the negative ideas murmuring in your mind. Stop torturing yourself in reminiscing a past that totally non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third thing, create something or propose something just for your self that would benefits you in enhancing your self steam and improve your personality toward others. Give time for yourself; let your mind be opened in new propositions that might other advice you, let your spirit free in all spiritual advice that might also come, and be physically active in joining some extra curricular activities such as sports, organizations, or such personal changes you want to yourself… like “go on a diet” and body building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, it will help us to eliminate negative energy that causes us for suffering horrific outlooks, which is not good for us.. for us who heartedly decided to achieve what we want in life... although not that perfect as we wanted but will make us happy and will give us strength in reaching every goals and dreams that we deserve for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-8433936352726301541?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-article-iii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-4165016610321133380</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T17:30:33.052-07:00</atom:updated><title>Our Boss Birthday....</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Boss Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dinner at House"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual tradition, every year of his birthday, we celebrate it at there house, a dinner and a "kampi" for him with QHSE Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnpE954hVLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9WNVEGs2XVc/s1600-h/boss+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078447360114250930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnpE954hVLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9WNVEGs2XVc/s320/boss+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnpFaZ4hVNI/AAAAAAAAANE/CxEIPO0hIU8/s1600-h/boss+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078447849740522706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnpFaZ4hVNI/AAAAAAAAANE/CxEIPO0hIU8/s320/boss+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnpGNZ4hVOI/AAAAAAAAANM/qCP9ycn7ZVw/s1600-h/boss+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078448725913851106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnpGNZ4hVOI/AAAAAAAAANM/qCP9ycn7ZVw/s320/boss+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078450246332273906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnpHl54hVPI/AAAAAAAAANU/grp1Eed6nKE/s400/boss+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-4165016610321133380?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-boss-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnpE954hVLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9WNVEGs2XVc/s72-c/boss+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-7883275940599602939</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T00:57:40.380-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lhyn's Birthday....</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"LHYN'S Birthday at DADski"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078416925975991394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnopSZ4hVGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Km4cntRtjLg/s200/lhyn+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated her b-day at there own Videoke Bar located at Cavite....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rnocjp4hU_I/AAAAAAAAALU/xC0-kBpjG-4/s1600-h/lhyn+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078402928677573618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rnocjp4hU_I/AAAAAAAAALU/xC0-kBpjG-4/s320/lhyn+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Picture with Lhyn's Baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnocuZ4hVAI/AAAAAAAAALc/nfntdytzsV4/s1600-h/lhyn+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078403113361167362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnocuZ4hVAI/AAAAAAAAALc/nfntdytzsV4/s320/lhyn+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogz, Grace, Bardy and Me.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnodAZ4hVBI/AAAAAAAAALk/Qmfuy5zsFuo/s1600-h/lhyn+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078403422598812690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnodAZ4hVBI/AAAAAAAAALk/Qmfuy5zsFuo/s320/lhyn+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture-Picture...... with Bogz friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078403950879790114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnodfJ4hVCI/AAAAAAAAALs/26flysj1QCA/s320/lhyn+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture with Lhyn's sister.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnoeNJ4hVDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/C7wA-iiuMdI/s1600-h/lhyn+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078404741153772594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnoeNJ4hVDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/C7wA-iiuMdI/s320/lhyn+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnoesZ4hVEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DFLLr1xjJc0/s1600-h/lhyn+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078405278024684610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnoesZ4hVEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DFLLr1xjJc0/s320/lhyn+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and another one....... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078419889503425666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rnor-54hVII/AAAAAAAAAMc/OdSqLIih6z8/s320/lhyn+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lhyn Thanks for the treat.. "Napasaya mo kami"... Muah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Happy Birthday...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-7883275940599602939?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-with-lhyns-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnopSZ4hVGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Km4cntRtjLg/s72-c/lhyn+8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-7308422239019368509</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2007 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-22T22:25:12.582-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Article II</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"LETTING GO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We should'nt regret anything that was happened to us, it was just a test of life. In every relationship that we have made to others must be treasured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes, we need to hurt someone we love, but it doest mean we don't even care and love them, it just a matter of choice. We can't resist of loosing them, that's why we need to hurt them... for them to make the move of loosing us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We couldn't stay, because we knew it would'nt gonna work out due to each other differences. But others belief, differences is not the reason of misunderstanding, or might the reason of giving up, as soon as there's a love in your heart, chance of holding on will stay behind. But still, there are t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hings that we need to consider whether to stay or not to stay in a relationship...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; If you like someone it clearly means you accepted the whole of that person. Nobody's perfect but we can accept someone perfectly if we can do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: How far the distance is, how long it will takes, if there's a faith in your heart, someone can be possibly waited until the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sincerity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Every words you take, every move you make, it should be sincerely express to the best as you can, coz every single word &amp; every single move would possibly gain a loyalty and respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Patient is a virtue. If you can patiently wait &amp;amp; sacrifice to someone, and in the end... Happiness will come and give lights to a darker side of our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The most important in a relationship, but gaining trust is a hardly task. Someone must know how to do it and how to express it, either in a friendship or in a relationship it's necessary to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A feelings that usually someone feels, we say "i love you" to a person if we do so...Don't afraid to show it if you really do, don't just say it, a must to express it, a well communication as takes, coz it might to late if that someone leave you without even knowing that they have been loved by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If all those things are have been expressed to someone or vice versa.., no doubt, just stay and be it. If not, just go and go on with your own life, we deserve to be happy anyway... Life is to short &amp;amp; should live our life to the fullest. Every second of the minute, every minute of an hour and every hour of the day has always a purpose, which for us to right what is wrong, to dream what is right, to achieve what we want and make our life contented for the rest of our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-7308422239019368509?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-article-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-7833027129820744717</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 09:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-14T02:27:36.844-07:00</atom:updated><title>You made me stronger</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it hard to believe I’m okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all, it’s been awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you walked away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m way past cryingOver you finding someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You turned my days into nights (days into nights)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now I see the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this maybe a big surprise to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you’ve made me stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By breaking my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ended my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And made a better one start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You taught me everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To letting go of a lieYes, you’ve made me stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, by saying goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you try to believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m not over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There’s nothing wrong with making believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I used to pretend you’d come back to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But time has been such a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brought me to my senses again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I have you to thanked (I have you to thanked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For setting me free (for setting me free)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz you’ve made me stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By breaking my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ended my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And made a better one start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You taught me everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To letting go of a lieYes, you’ve made me stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, by saying goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-7833027129820744717?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-made-me-stroner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-1669634297817686810</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 05:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-22T22:46:18.988-07:00</atom:updated><title>Our Birthday</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnyzXJ4hVQI/AAAAAAAAANc/z1X2sg5pGCc/s1600-h/tazbox.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079131690138424578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnyzXJ4hVQI/AAAAAAAAANc/z1X2sg5pGCc/s200/tazbox.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmzdHZ4hUmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xSHmvQd-iiE/s1600-h/b-day+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074673999416480354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmzdHZ4hUmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xSHmvQd-iiE/s200/b-day+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister... we went out last saturday to celebrate our birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmzdSZ4hUnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GDTm3zeLh2s/s1600-h/b-day+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074674188395041394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmzdSZ4hUnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GDTm3zeLh2s/s200/b-day+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X-cite at Festival mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzdj54hUoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uU3urKJYi48/s1600-h/b-day+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074674489042752130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzdj54hUoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uU3urKJYi48/s200/b-day+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videoke at X-cite... singer.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074674854114972306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzd5J4hUpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZKSwoRVUOO0/s200/b-day+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the almost whole day "gala" we took our merienda and took a rest for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzeq54hUqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VaD0tVLe2O4/s1600-h/b-day+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074675708813464226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzeq54hUqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VaD0tVLe2O4/s200/b-day+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day afternoon, its time for my sister to go home.. but still a picture picture session happened... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmzfQZ4hUrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/U6HbrqLVEqY/s1600-h/b-day+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074676353058558642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmzfQZ4hUrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/U6HbrqLVEqY/s200/b-day+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate and sister... hehehe... "ilang oras nlng uwi na sya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzg5Z4hUsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R0deJVdurbQ/s1600-h/b-day+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074678156944822978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzg5Z4hUsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R0deJVdurbQ/s200/b-day+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzin54hUuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/busQVjPnuJY/s1600-h/b-day+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074680055320367842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmzin54hUuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/busQVjPnuJY/s200/b-day+9.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave those cutie stuff to her as a b-day present.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-1669634297817686810?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-sister.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RnyzXJ4hVQI/AAAAAAAAANc/z1X2sg5pGCc/s72-c/tazbox.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-3450578882191753655</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 06:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-10T22:17:59.189-07:00</atom:updated><title>JGC Sportsfest 2007</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073221325512855906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmez6p4hUWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tUIDP74EDsc/s320/Sportfest+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sportfest Opening Day Last June 2 at Cuenca park Ayala Alabang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rme1EZ4hUXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hwoqcg9sjoo/s1600-h/Sportsfest+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222592528208242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rme1EZ4hUXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hwoqcg9sjoo/s320/Sportsfest+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo Photo shot with Mr. Tender Juicy. yehey... heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rme2hJ4hUYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AKYX9vYlj4c/s1600-h/Sportsfest+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073224185961075074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rme2hJ4hUYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AKYX9vYlj4c/s320/Sportsfest+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture picture with blue team and tender juicy.. ang cute cute nya... hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmfBbZ4hUcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OdWi8ghpeWg/s1600-h/Sportsfets+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073236181804732866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmfBbZ4hUcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OdWi8ghpeWg/s200/Sportsfets+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indi po ako nakaupo nyan... sadyang hanggang balikat lang po ako ni Jun Limpot... hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmfG4J4hUgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JPakSRo69SA/s1600-h/Sportsfest+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073242173284110850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmfG4J4hUgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JPakSRo69SA/s320/Sportsfest+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture with my friend maricar... Go red team... hehehe.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/RmfFNp4hUeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/adqACKhRv8M/s1600-h/Sportsfest+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-3450578882191753655?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/06/sportfest-opening-day-last-june-2-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rmez6p4hUWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tUIDP74EDsc/s72-c/Sportfest+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-3079377309742069985</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-15T20:54:50.016-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Article I</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LIFE MUST GO ON"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In our lives, we don't know in which path we should go. Every decision that we have made has its own consequences and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, whether its right or wrong we should still be thankful that it gives us lesson and made us realized that still life must go on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We constantly doing faulty things just because of selfishness... we can't even think what might the outcome is... we only know is... what we feel.... Feelings that someone never treasured, someone who never trusted, although you did everything... still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized good things, should come right from the very start.. so that from the start, everything would be alright... but how can you start from good if that someone never treated you right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But still someone who came &amp; touches our lives in some different ways, has its own reasons. Reasons that will give us strength &amp;amp; faith to another chapter of life. A chapter for a new beginning.... new life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the experiences that we have been through from past will give thought to us, a thought that life has really full of mystery. We really don't know what's gonna be happen to us... meant for us... and plan for us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, all those experiences help us to built a new tommorrow &amp;amp; a new chance of life. And regret is no room niether a place to our hearts, coz' all the things happened are our own decisions. Decision that sometimes made us happy and sometimes we made someone happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By then, the journey of life will still continue even further. Just don't overlook the past coz it will show us the way to the path that we deserve for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-3079377309742069985?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-article.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242760167956916850.post-311953178508984389</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-02T07:21:08.443-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Notebook</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rl5LlzLvI1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uws-Yhkkn2A/s1600-h/My+NoteBook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070573343232435026" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rl5LlzLvI1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uws-Yhkkn2A/s200/My+NoteBook.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Notebook..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought this last week... Inside this notebook is all about my personal informations, accounts, and secrets... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever im lonely and depressed, i just open my notebook and try to write some "senti" notes/lovenotes.. and etc.. etc.. etc..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242760167956916850-311953178508984389?l=raldenskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://raldenskey.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-notebook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((^-^) Rachelle (^-^))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekOiJfxKCpA/Rl5LlzLvI1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uws-Yhkkn2A/s72-c/My+NoteBook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>