<?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-7766188158896164819</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 23:58:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>speak not</title><description>because the heart listens even without words</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766188158896164819.post-3673621267547337264</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T11:22:24.225+08:00</atom:updated><title>s</title><description>http://workabroad.ph/report_job_listing.php?ajid=184089&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://www.hardingbros.co.uk/&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-3673621267547337264?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2009/01/s.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-8322354706248235663</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 10:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T22:03:08.970+08:00</atom:updated><title>Have you heard?!</title><description>  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-8322354706248235663?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-heard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-2688638252797989346</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 09:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-23T21:57:49.598+08:00</atom:updated><title>E=MC2 (bye bye)</title><description> &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Put your hand way up high&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; As a child there were them times&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; I didn't get it but you kept me in line&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; I didn't know why you didn't show up sometimes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; It's something more than saying "I miss you"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; But when we talked too&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; All them grown folk things&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Separation brings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; You never let me know it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; You never let it show because&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; You loved me and obviously&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; There's so much more left to say&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; If you were with me today face to face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; And everyday life goes on like&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; "I wish I could talk to you for awhile"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; "I wish I could find a way try not to cry"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; As time goes by&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; And soon as you reach a better place&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Still I'll give the whole world to see your face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; And I'm right here next to you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; It feels like you gone too soon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; The hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bye bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; And you never got the chance to see how good I've done&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; And you never got to see me back at number one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; I wish that you were here to celebrate together&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; I wish that we could spend the holidays together&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; I remember when you used to tuck me in at night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; I thought you were so strong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; That you can make it through whatever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bye bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Put your hand way up high&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; This is for my peoples who lost their grandfather&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/13307/07%20Brooke%20White%20-%20Let%20It%20Be%20%28Studio%29.mp3" autostart="true" hidden="true" loop="false" type="audio/mpeg"&gt;   &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-2688638252797989346?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2008/05/emc2-bye-bye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-2912537833773963495</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T14:49:05.628+08:00</atom:updated><title>awesomeness</title><description>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SAWg3goKCCUAAHSmRgk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.bettylicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAWg3goKCCUAAHSmRgk1/SkHu6O.jpeg?et=tAKtKj1AovDdIXdfogSUCQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5"&gt;"One of the most amazing thing in the world is having someone fall inlove with you. whom you thought you never had a chance with."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-2912537833773963495?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2008/04/awesomeness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-1050903258043293156</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-12T20:46:32.333+08:00</atom:updated><title>I want you...DON'T BREAK ME</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to able to watch the sunrise in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and have hours of silent conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to know how I take my coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you have to have a strong voice and opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and be able to argue with me and prove me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to do laundry together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you have to be able to make me laugh for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and watch those sappy love movies once in awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to know how I take my eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I never want to grow tired of photographing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you have to have patience with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to be my teacher, and vice versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;in a room full of people, I want you to only see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to know the words to my favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to be my best friend and also my lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you have to appreciate my art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and be a part of the stories behind it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want your face to light up when I walk into the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to sit next to you and have that be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to debate whether the sun will rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you have to be honest with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and let me know what you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to never break a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and never take more than you can give back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to bring more to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and I want to bring more to yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to wipe away my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and stand behind me even if you think I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to know the words to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and to know just when to say them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to wish away the clouds in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and make your sun a little brighter for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to run your fingers through my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and memorize how it falls around my neck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want you to love me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't break me..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-1050903258043293156?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-youdon-break-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-5056957485504980939</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T17:13:56.727+08:00</atom:updated><title>sink</title><description>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R-NN4woKCCUAAAUi7kk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bettylicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-NN4woKCCUAAAUi7kk1/DSC02007.JPG?et=Bl%2B7trscMBIJvA7QEUuBag&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It's funny how my emotions sinks down with the sunset...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-5056957485504980939?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2008/04/sink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-4542122870872280440</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 07:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T19:12:15.044+08:00</atom:updated><title>sometimes...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;you think it's a start of something wonderful but then you end up realizing that it's not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;and there's nothing to do but be ok with that even if you don't want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-4542122870872280440?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-5374635278578163764</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 09:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-23T17:43:04.315+08:00</atom:updated><title>sa dulo</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ang hirap umalis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lalo pa't sana'y nang nakatayo at naghihintay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nalimutan na kung paano maglakad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tila may isang malaking bakal nakatali sa mga paa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Parang presong di makalayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bawat hakbang papalayo ay isang taga sa braso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Naglakad papalayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;PInilit buhatin bakal sa paa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mga taga sa braso pinilit maghilom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Malayo na ang nalakad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mga bakal sa binti di na iniinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mga sugat sa braso tuluyan na ding naghilom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Boses mo'y naririnig pa rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gustong kang lingunin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gusto kang balikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kabado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tibok ng puso'y bumibilis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tinatawag mo'y pangalan ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Patuloy ang paghakbang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Papalayo ng papalayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bawat hakbang bumibigat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mga sugat sa braso'y nagsimulang mag dugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;TInig mo'y lumalakas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tibok ng puso'y bumibilis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pilit binibilisan, paglakad na hirap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bumibigat ang bakal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Napapagal na mga binti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Patuloy ang daloy ng dugong mula sa sugat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Huminto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Huminto at nagpahinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Huminga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Malapit na sa dulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hindi na lilingon muli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Titiisin ang bigat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hahayaan ang dugo sa patuloy na pag-agos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tatawirin tulay na makitid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tutungo sa dulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sa dulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sa dulo kung saan may nag-aabang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sa dulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sa dulo kung saan may magtatanggal ng mga bakal sa binting pagal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sa dulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sa dulo kung saan may gagamot ng mga sugat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;klaubette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7766188158896164819-5374635278578163764?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2008/03/sa-dulo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-3594455476370897724</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 04:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T13:30:27.898+08:00</atom:updated><title>I speak not</title><description>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We will part, we will fly to - unite it again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And man shall not break it - whatever thou may'st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And the heartless may wonder at all I resign - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;`Lord Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7766188158896164819-3594455476370897724?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-speak-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-4144194896915109614</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T13:38:52.089+08:00</atom:updated><title>loving you</title><description>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loving you has introduced me to so many new feelings. I guess thats what loving does for a person. It makes you settle for less and it introduces you to so many unfamiliar things and feelings. Every person that enters our lives has their own ways of being significant to us. It surprises me that everyday you give me so many more reasons to smile. You surprise me...it surprises me that I remember every single detail that you say about yourself to me that somehow before the day ends YOU will slip into my mind. There are times where the thought of you makes me smile...and there are just days where the thought of you makes me sad. Only because somehow I know that thoughts of you arent enough and because at the back of my mind there are just times where I just wanna give up. But then again...how can I give up? How can I give up when I cant even let you go? The grips too tight...It makes me sad because I am scared that I might not be able to spend time with you watching the sunset or watching a movie or going out of town and discovering new places. I wanna do those things with you. I want to introduce you to so many wonderful feelings just like what youve done to me...I wanna go to places that I have never been before and expirience their culture with you. I just...wanna be with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if you think of me just like how I think of you...if you remember the small things about me that I tell you just like how I remember those of you...maybe not...Sometimes i just wanna get tired already. Get tired of holding on to something that is not so sure. This maybe the biggets cliche...but how can something that is wrong and unsure make you feel RIGHT and SURE just the thought of it? Writing this letters has made life a little easier for me. Because somehow I get to let you know how I feel or let someone know how I feel for you for that matter. You may not get the chance to read this...I may not be able to tell you all this in person. But atleast I have shown you and told the world how important you are to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;exerpts from the original blog entry @ micuore.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-4144194896915109614?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2007/09/loving-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-8278204672051382843</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 10:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T13:36:30.571+08:00</atom:updated><title>settling for less</title><description>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="79758_kdub2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todays you're birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so ecstatic the whole day...thinking how you reacted to the birthday box I sent you. Wondering why you haven't texted me yet that you've received it. A little bit worried that it might've not arrived on time or worse...I got the wrong address.&lt;br /&gt;Then I texted you fine it was just a forwarded message but I was thinking that might start the conversation. And off course I was right! You replied by saying that I rock and that you loved everything in it. I was smiling by myself for about 30 minutes. Then I replied that I'm glad you liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I started crying...pathetic I know. But it was all tears of joy. Holy crap I even remember hearing myself say that I can die now because for the first time in ages I made you happy thinking how much I made you're day. I know...this love sucks. Its making me so dramatic and pathetic. But on the brighter side I realized how much you've taught me. You have taught me to love selflessly and unconditionally. Not thinking if I would get something in return. And just as I have said in the long run...it wouldn't matter if well end up together because I know that whatever the outcome may be...I will still have you even just for a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loving someone really makes someone settle for less huh? Settle for whatever it is that comes close. I wouldn't deny the fact that sometimes I still wish that wed end up together instead of you ending up with someone else but in reality...deep in my heart all I ever wanted is for you to be happy. And I know that if I'm not the right one for you...in the end GOD will heal me and give someone that will make me feel a far more wonderful feeling than what I now have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy birthday...ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entry originally posted @ micuore.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="79758_kdub2"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7766188158896164819-8278204672051382843?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2007/09/settling-for-less.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-7394853483703606716</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T14:46:11.911+08:00</atom:updated><title>curse</title><description>&lt;span style="color: #6e17c3;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I hope that she will love you more than anything in the world. And I hope that she is as wonderful as you are, would make you feel the way you make me feel, for there's no other feeling greater than that. You are indeed GOD's prove of his love for me, even better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen to "us" now that you finally got what you wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never stop writing poems and letters for you.&lt;br /&gt;You will always make me feel like a kid on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;You will always fascinate me like pink does...even more.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever make me smile like cartoons but you.&lt;br /&gt;And two things will only make me giggle in this lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;You and orange juice (okay maybe mark wahlberg too)&lt;br /&gt;And you will ALWAYS be my sugar crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I can still meet you in the middle of that bridge&lt;br /&gt;See you smile&lt;br /&gt;Watch you talk&lt;br /&gt;listen to what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;and be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6e17c3;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: #6e17c3;"&gt; And when I am old and all wrinkly...there will only be 2 men I can speak of with so much passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6e17c3;"&gt;You that I will always love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6e17c3;"&gt;and HIM that will love me as soon as he finds me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6e17c3;"&gt;I am closer than you think I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;entry originally posted @ bettylicious.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-7394853483703606716?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2007/08/curse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-725018817436947380</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-26T08:09:17.759+08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm coming home</title><description>&lt;div  id="98173_kdub2" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as the fray's song goes "there are certain people you just keep coming back to..." For 4 years I kept on telling myself that I am over you. I have been in and out of relationships, even thought that I finally found the person that I'de spend the rest of my life with. But then you kept on haunting me. The person that made me feel special in many more ways, the person that I thought I'de spend the rest of my life with, the person whom I thouht finally stole my heart from you...is you're bestfriend. No he doesn't know how much you mean to me. I didn't do it on purpose either. 3 years of not having communication with you made me realize that WE are not meant to be...or so I thought... Seeing you again after 3 years felt like I was back to never never land. You still have the same effect on me, as if it was just yesterday that you told me you love me. And not just like any other, my knees weakened and my heart was thumping like a bunny on ecstacy. My smile won't seem to fade... You made me realize that the relationship I have with you're friend is not perfect after all, infact you opened my eyes to the fact that I should be treated better than he treats me. So I gave it up. It wasnt easy doing so, because I have loved him as best as I can and I gave everything I can. But it didnt worked...its just not meant to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you're there. Single, just like me. After 4 years its as if we we're back to the same old game that we use to play. The foundation is so much stronger this time. We are friends, the trust and honesty are there to back up the "relationship" that we have. You still have the same effect on me, and you are claiming that we are friends...nothing more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the years, my prayers never stopped. We had an unfinished business and all I ever wanted ever since is a closure. I want us to be atleast friends. I thought maybe in that case this feeling would just go away. And now after 4 years you came walking into my life again, now that we're friends I am not sure if I want us to remain friends...JUST friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know somehow at the back of my mind being an "item" is just not possible right now. But I want you to know how grateful I am for having you in my life right now. For the conversations in the wee hours of the morning, for bringing me where I need to be when I am drunk, for making me smile on times when I feel like the world has turn its back on me, and for continously making me believe that miracles happen and prayers can be answered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog entry orginally posted @ micuore.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7766188158896164819-725018817436947380?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-coming-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-6024559402696375472</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T09:58:15.881+08:00</atom:updated><title>blind me</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3e_tMcDCSz8/R-SVoRgyXBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/odjh1C7y5Lk/s1600-h/033d12131d8b2a70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3e_tMcDCSz8/R-SVoRgyXBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/odjh1C7y5Lk/s320/033d12131d8b2a70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180429990511139858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6e17c3;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: #6e17c3);"&gt;It's funny how one incident can change you're life forever. And it's just crazy how most of the time we are afraid of being involved with someone just because that person doesn't fit our definition of "ideal". I would often wonder what the world would be like if every single person in this world is blind...literally blind. Love would be a different scenario. It would have a whole different meaning to each and everyone because people will not look at you and despise you or change their minds about you just because you're a little too overweight or you're clothes are weird. People will pay more attention to what you have to say and they will liseten very patiently to what you're heart beats for. You're hearts will talk to each other, you're touch would define who you are and you're voice will express what you feel. The kind of world I wish to live in. But...that's not the way it is. The world is too cruel and time is too fast paced to take time for things like listening to the heart of someone. And life...life would be blunt. The sunset and sunrise, even the stars would be useless if we're all blind, for we wouldn't see how they shine for us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6e17c3;"&gt;ME? I'd rather be blind for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;photo from deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;entry originally posted @ bettylicious.blogdrive.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-6024559402696375472?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2007/04/blind-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3e_tMcDCSz8/R-SVoRgyXBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/odjh1C7y5Lk/s72-c/033d12131d8b2a70.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-7766188158896164819.post-7360903811838808278</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2007 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T09:58:16.215+08:00</atom:updated><title>tuwing makikita ka</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3e_tMcDCSz8/R-STNBgyXAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwFIazVqLuk/s1600-h/IMG_4142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3e_tMcDCSz8/R-STNBgyXAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwFIazVqLuk/s320/IMG_4142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180427323336449026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuwing makikita ka&lt;br /&gt;Ngiti'y gumuguhit&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga labing walang nais&lt;br /&gt;kundi ang dumampi sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing makikita ka&lt;br /&gt;tibok ng puso'y walang tigil&lt;br /&gt;bumibilis na tila hinahabol&lt;br /&gt;Sinisigaw pangalan mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing makikita ka&lt;br /&gt;pilit winawaksi pag-ibig na wagas&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing makikita ka&lt;br /&gt;tanong sa sarili&lt;br /&gt;hanggang kelan ka mamahalin ng palihim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing makikita ka&lt;br /&gt;dalangin sa langit&lt;br /&gt;makasama ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing makikita ka&lt;br /&gt;pinipikit mga matang ikaw lamang ang na aaninag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing makikita ka&lt;br /&gt;matahang hinahaplos&lt;br /&gt;mga larawan mong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing makikita ka&lt;br /&gt;iniisip ng maigi&lt;br /&gt;kailan nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;Kailan matatapos&lt;br /&gt;ang pagkikita&lt;br /&gt;ang paghaplos&lt;br /&gt;ang mga halik&lt;br /&gt;ang mga ngitian at pag-uusap&lt;br /&gt;na sa panaginip lamang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entry originally posted @ bettylicious.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766188158896164819-7360903811838808278?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2007/03/tuwing-makikita-ka.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3e_tMcDCSz8/R-STNBgyXAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwFIazVqLuk/s72-c/IMG_4142.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-7766188158896164819.post-7936283436344161172</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T13:33:48.380+08:00</atom:updated><title>YOU</title><description>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="34017_kdub2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know what Gods purpose is for letting you come back to my life just like that. You've been away for uite sometime and honestly even if I have been hoping all along for you to come back...I never believed you would. Over the years I would still sometimes sit and wonder what if...what if you came back to me? And then you did...I was never the same again. Youre come back opened my eyes to so many things. Good and bad. I never expected we would be as close as we are now. Funny were even closer than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are days where I just wanna let go. Being in the position that I am its not easy holding youre feelings back to someone so close. As much as I want to keep this so-called relationship JUST pure friendship somehow.sometimes at the back of my head THIS feelings still keeps on haunting me. No its not easy looking at someone in the eyes and realizing that you can never hold them and call them yours. But then again...more often than not I still thank the LORD for bringing you back into my life...again in time were Im not expecting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I prayed for GOD to just take away this feelings if ITS really not meant to be. I asked him to help me let go. And then I told him how much I wanted to be with you. Then I asked him to help me be more patient and give me more strength if this LOVE is meant to be. I wanna believe that he will do whatever it is thats gonna make me happy whatever it is that will complete me.whatever its is thats good for me and him. whatever it is...I will still love god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont think I can ever stop loving you. No matter what happens I know the love I have for you will always be there. It can never be erased. Not by time nor by loving someone else. Atleast 1/3 of my heart will always belong to you...scary I know...but thats how its gonna be...I know...I just know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;entry orginally posted @ micuore.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7766188158896164819-7936283436344161172?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2007/03/you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-3914042804506952058</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2005 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T14:48:12.243+08:00</atom:updated><title>deep within me</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #6e17c3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 corners of the room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the pitch-black ceiling point blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted by liquor, drowned by my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me, a heart that wonders and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul that wanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A body that’s tired, too numb to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mind that’s not functioning well enough to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me are regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me are questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life, I’ve felt so alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned by the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me is a child that cries,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for understanding by people who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me is a voice that yells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming for help to those who understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others think I’m strong and can carry the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep within me is a weak sheep that longs for a hug and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows who I really am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what I can become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me is a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me is a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me is a voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me are the weaknesses I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words may leave unspoken, actions never shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings never expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep within me is what I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more than my heart speaking, more than my soul is feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more than my body could ever show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me…deep within klaubette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;entry originally posted @ bettylicious.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7766188158896164819-3914042804506952058?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2005/04/deep-within-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</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-7766188158896164819.post-1148356256514397914</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2004 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T14:47:31.169+08:00</atom:updated><title>broken rainbow</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #6e17c3; font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="55857_kdub2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I was the one who was loving you baby, the only tears you cry would be tears of joy. And if I was by your side, you never know one lonely night. And if t'was my arms you were running to baby, loving this arms of mine…if I was the one in your life…"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yan ang paulit ulit na tumutugtog sa isip ko…paulit ulit na kinakanta ng puso ko, kapag nakapikit ang mga mata ko at imahen mo ang nakikita. Isip ko, buti pa ang imahinasyon ko nakikita,nararamdaman at nahahawakan ka. Samantalang ang buong pagkatao ko na wala ng maramdaman kundi pagmamahal sayo eh ni hindi ka man lang maabot ng tingin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pa yung mga puno ng niyog, magiliw na naipapaspas ang mga dahon nila. Malayang nadadala ng hangin ang bawat piraso ng mga dahon. Hindi man nakikita ng niyog ang hangin, ramdam niya na andyan siya. Andyan para patuloy na pasayawin ang bawat sanga ng niyog sa tugtog na sila lamang ang nakakaintindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang beses naba, ilang beses mo ng ipinaramdam sa akin na hindi ikaw ang lalake para sa akin, na hindi ako ang babae na makapagpapasaya sayo? Ilang beses ko naba na naramdaman ang masaktan ng sobra? Ang maramdaman na ginamit at pinaasa mo lang ako? Ilang beses ko na rin bang pilit sinasaksak sa kukute kong makulit na hindi ko talaga kaya na tigilan kang mahalin? Ang pilitin kang makalimutan? MAHAL KITA…pasensya, tao lang. Hindi kahit kelan ko kayang pigilan at turuan ang puso ko kung kanino at kung kelan titibok. At ilang beses ka na bang nagmahal ng iba at kinalimutan ako? Kinalimutan na parang ni hindi ako dumaan isang araw sa buhay mo? Masakit isipin na ikaw masaya habang ako eh wala pa rin ibang inisip kundi ang makasama ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas, pagkatapos ng mahabang panahon, matapos ang walang humpay na pag-iyak gabi-gabi, ang walang katapusang pagsumpa sayo, ang walang kasing lutong na pagmumura na hindi na uli magpapakatanga sa pagmamahal…nalimutan kita. Nalimutan kong minsan eh may minahal ako na tulad mo. Ilang panahon palang ang nakakalipas, may dumating sa buhay ko…hindi pa sigurado pero sabi ko sa sarili ko eto na, magmamahal na ko uli. At sa unang pagkakataon hindi ako nagmamadali na maging "kami" naging masaya na ako sa kung ano man ang meron kami sa ngayon…magkaibigan kami. More than friends but not lovers at far from being MU, yun ang laging sagot ko sa mga nagtatanong. Masaya na ko. pero hindi ko alam kung ano ba talaga ang meron ka…isang araw nalaman ko may girlfriend ka daw…hindi ako matahimik, di matahimik yung isip ko at nagngingitngit yung puso ko. hanggang sa mapatunayan kong, oo nga at nagmahal ka na ng iba hindi na yung babaeng may mahal na iba ang mahal mo ngayon. Kahit na masakit, isip ko buti na yon atleast now mahal ka na rin ng mahal mo. I should be happy for you! Tanda ko pa nga na sabi ko sayo, masaya ako para sayo. Eh sino ang niloko ko? sarili ko? masakit pa rin sa akin, bakit ganoon? Akala ko ba limot na kita? Hindi ko nanaman alam ang gagawin ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang lingo lang nakalipas,nalaman ko break na kayo…sumaya ako! Pilit kong pinigilanyung kasiyahan ko, sabi ko hindi ako dapat maging masaya na hiwalay na kayo dahil malungkot ka, dahil nasaktan ka, dahil sa pangalawang pagkakataon eto ka nanaman at mniserable ang buhay. Ayokong maramdaman mo uli yung sakit nay yon, masakit, alam ko kung gaano kahirap. Hindi madali magmahal at lalong hindi madali ang masakatan at mag move on…at noon ko lang napatunayan sa sarili ko na oo nga at MAHAL pa KITA. Hindi yon nawala, natulog lang at pinagpahinga ng panahon. Ngayon eto nanaman ako…walang kadaladala, muli nanaman binuhay ang pagmamahal sayo. Wala nanamang takot na inamin sayo na ikaw talaga ang mahal ko, na TAO lang ako at hindi ko kaya pigilan yung sarili ko na mahalin ka dahil kahit ano ang gawin ko, ikaw talaga ang sinisigaw ng puso ko. sabi mo wag ikaw, sabi ko ikaw ang gusto ko. ngayon eto nanaman at umaasa ako, umaasa na dadating yung panahon na mamahalin mo din ako. Na makikita at mararamdaman mo din na ako ang makapagpapasaya sayo…wala ng iba. Pinapangarap ko na dadating din ang panahon na makikita mo ang lahat ng mga nagawa at ginagawa ko sayo. Katwiran ko " I have to be patient, my time will come. He just needs time to realize who's gonna be there for him no matter what. Kung sino ang di siya sasaktan." Naisip ko, kahit na paulit-ulit mo pa akong gamitin ayos lang. kahit paulit ulit mo akong paglaruan, balikan, iwan at balikan uli ayos lang. kung ano makapagpapasaya sayo masaya na din ako. Hihintayin kita kahit pa abutin ako ng 30 anyos hanggat di ka nag-aasawa di mawawala ang pag-asa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agresibo, boba, tanga, martyr call me all you want, wala akong pakielam. MAHAL ko siya. No one could ever take that away and no one could ever change that. I've changed because of him. Life became more challenging and meaningful because of him. He's this one person that could make me smile in times I thought I could never smile again. He was there when no one seems to care, he made me a better person. A stronger individual. Made me do things that I never, not even in my wildest dreams ever thought of doing. MAHAL ko siya, hindi niya ako gusto, wala ako magagawa di ko kontrolado ang puso at isip niya. Maghihintay ako…yun ang sigurado…sensya…TAO lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;klaubette ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;entry originally posted @ someotherday.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&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/7766188158896164819-1148356256514397914?l=kwehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kwehs.blogspot.com/2004/09/broken-rainbow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>