<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274</id><updated>2012-02-08T21:49:16.682-08:00</updated><category term='do I make sense'/><category term='trust'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='the power of now'/><category term='free'/><category term='finding'/><category term='my way'/><category term='now'/><category term='feel'/><category term='I&apos;m afraid'/><category term='woman'/><category term='my'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='the security of loving'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='body&apos;s'/><category term='you'/><category term='lessons of life'/><category term='mine'/><category 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term='life'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='love message'/><category term='souls are forever entwined'/><category term='let go. couple'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='lips'/><category term='husband'/><category term='entwined'/><category term='my sadness'/><category term='love'/><category term='my happiness'/><category term='way'/><title type='text'>"Wife And Me"</title><subtitle type='html'>This new blog of mine was inspired by my staying up last night just because I've heard someone said "THANK YOU"...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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I am good,thank you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Maridol?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-5366323828842900793?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5366323828842900793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-how-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5366323828842900793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5366323828842900793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-how-are-you.html' title='hi how are you? :)'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-1988203084484377235</id><published>2011-07-07T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T04:08:55.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='points to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the power of now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some points to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now'/><title type='text'>"Some Points To Ponder"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CO_0U01iBFk/ThaNpuuN1wI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/yaQoQ-99MQg/s1600/21032008669-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CO_0U01iBFk/ThaNpuuN1wI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/yaQoQ-99MQg/s320/21032008669-small.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_BnAQsesFI/ThaM_O78n4I/AAAAAAAAC4U/YRCMTOZPahw/s1600/power+of+now.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_BnAQsesFI/ThaM_O78n4I/AAAAAAAAC4U/YRCMTOZPahw/s1600/power+of+now.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have put together some of the quotes, or sayings that touches my heart and soul. I am hoping that somehow some will also learn from what I call some points to ponder. Some came from the book that I'm reading now, The Power of Now. And some from somewhere I heard but still made a real impact in my life. I just hope it will help you think about life more positively like I do now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The mind always seeks to deny the "NOW" and to escape from it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- If you find your "HERE" and "NOW" intolerable and it makes you unhappy, you have three options:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Remove yourself from the situation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Change it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Accept it totally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Resist Nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Everything is okay as it is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- I chose to be free and live my life all over again... I choose freedom from my past.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- I will succeed and I will not fail.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The only thing that is ultimately real about your journey is the step you are taking at this moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your outer journey may contain a million steps; your inner journey only has one: The step you are taking right "NOW".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The moment you truly forgive, you have reclaimed your power from the mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Forgiveness is to offer no resistance to life- to allow life to live through you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- I have all it takes to succeed. My "NOW" is my past, present, and future.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have been trying to follow these things for about 4 months now. I am happy to say that it really feels great. I'm facing a lot right now, but never have I been worried at all. There things you cannot change overnight. But you still need to have some space for your improvement. I t will not hurt if you try and see for yourself what beauty lies beneath your troubled world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am still in the forgiving process. It's probably one of the hardest thing one can do especially if you were terribly hurt by someone you love so deeply. I know deep inside I can do it. But for now, I am still in the processing stage so&amp;nbsp;good luck&amp;nbsp;to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/Maridol34/blip/70116159/Shania+Twain%E2%80%93My+Music+Media+Collection+Series"&gt;http://blip.fm/profile/Maridol34/blip/70116159/Shania+Twain%E2%80%93My+Music+Media+Collection+Series&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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   &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Maridol?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-5024026443840929937?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5024026443840929937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/06/single-taken-o-reserved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5024026443840929937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5024026443840929937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/06/single-taken-o-reserved.html' title='single? taken? o reserved?'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-5082844136029259607</id><published>2011-05-31T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:29:17.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souls are forever entwined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entwined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mine'/><title type='text'>Souls Are Forever Entwined</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can still remember your eyes staring down at me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As your hands reaches for mine, I feel my hands meet yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember the silent dripping of your sweat down to my body&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the sound of your heartbeat against mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My lips longs to kiss your lips and feel your hunger again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feel the electricity as your body touches mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just your slightest touch, tingles every part of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The heat is just too much to bear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our feelings are just too real to deny and resist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bodies are now light years away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But our souls are forever entwined&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We just wait...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our bodies and souls will once again reunite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And forever we will stay that way till our time ends...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/Maridol34/blip/67299531/Jim+Brickman+&amp;amp;+Peabo+Bryson-+my+heart+belOngs+tO+yOu" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Heart Belongs To You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5083273251901440274-5082844136029259607?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5082844136029259607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/05/souls-are-forever-entwined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5082844136029259607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5082844136029259607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/05/souls-are-forever-entwined.html' title='Souls Are Forever Entwined'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqQiQvUsZ4U/TeUSOlZDW1I/AAAAAAAAC0w/iswV5emA-Rk/s72-c/DSC02506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-8669508923953990558</id><published>2011-05-04T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:40:06.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loved you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pain of looking back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding my way back to you'/><title type='text'>"Finding My Way Back To You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lttu7frIyUQ/TcIBMlrxfYI/AAAAAAAAC0g/UgexnNUxbBg/s1600/destiny+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lttu7frIyUQ/TcIBMlrxfYI/AAAAAAAAC0g/UgexnNUxbBg/s320/destiny+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Maridols-kind-of-MUSIC/101601323222520"&gt;My Music&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;There are things I wanted to say, leading, and eventually finding my way back to you. I just sometimes feel like it will never be enough. Somehow I know that all my efforts will just be useless if I know that it will only be me. Now, tell me, am I not worthy to get your love back? Or are you too proud to even say that you still love me like you do back then? It is really confusing how &amp;nbsp;a love like ours that was so strong can passed us by just as quickly as the water running into the ocean.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Looking back, I have no regrets that I have loved you more than I have loved anyone. I know deep in my heart that the love that we have found will not fade in time. So, until the time we do find each other again, I am going to be where you have left me behind. I will still be here to welcome you back into my arms. And until that time, my love will keep the two of us alive.You have my word that the road that I will travel from this moment on will surely be finding my way back to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/5083273251901440274-8669508923953990558?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8669508923953990558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-my-way-back-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/8669508923953990558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/8669508923953990558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-my-way-back-to-you.html' title='&quot;Finding My Way Back To You&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lttu7frIyUQ/TcIBMlrxfYI/AAAAAAAAC0g/UgexnNUxbBg/s72-c/destiny+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.879721 121.77401699999996</georss:point><georss:box>5.026671 115.96226699999995 20.732771 127.58576699999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-5605248674798909026</id><published>2011-03-08T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:39:49.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the impossibility of bodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>"The Impossibility Of Bodies"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-30hr8b9OSxQ/TXcVPAxSaVI/AAAAAAAACyg/vesKcTGIisg/s1600/Destiny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-30hr8b9OSxQ/TXcVPAxSaVI/AAAAAAAACyg/vesKcTGIisg/s400/Destiny.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cccccc; color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;by: Mark Svenvold... courtesy of Leni De Castro... Thanks Cous....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Their hands have found each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;The impossibility of bodies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;They gather what they can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Here, and here, in the tangled turn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;In the soft, suede taper of the neck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;In desire, they are wise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;In the body's over flowing&amp;nbsp;reticence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Nothing is ever enough is the joke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;That keeps giving itself to us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;The air, calm, the trees, lime colored&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;The hands, like tourists without visas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Camera without film, busily, purposely&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Taking picture, after picture.... after picture...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5083273251901440274-5605248674798909026?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5605248674798909026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/03/impossibility-of-bodies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5605248674798909026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5605248674798909026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2011/03/impossibility-of-bodies.html' title='&quot;The Impossibility Of Bodies&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-30hr8b9OSxQ/TXcVPAxSaVI/AAAAAAAACyg/vesKcTGIisg/s72-c/Destiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-2425681234315176621</id><published>2010-11-01T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:15:03.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afraid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do I make sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m afraid'/><title type='text'>"Do I Make Sense?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TM70q9KoPdI/AAAAAAAACrk/ASIJWMZyU1Y/s1600/10022010022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TM70q9KoPdI/AAAAAAAACrk/ASIJWMZyU1Y/s400/10022010022.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why do we hang on to something that we know will not last at all? This question is bothering me for days now. I always tend to make it sure that somehow I do it just because it makes sense to do it. Do I make sense? I'm very much worried that I am just going too far. It's not easy as I have thought it was from the start. Why am I still here where in fact I know I don't need to be here? I am now torn between staying, fixing whatever I can fix and just to let it go and start all over again with my life. This would also mean changing plans and changing me again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thoughts of broken promises and broken dreams filled my&amp;nbsp;mind again. And I'm afraid it's all happening again. Lessons must be learned once more. I thought I've crossed that path and I will never return to that same spot. And now here I am again forgetting the NOW concept and afraid again what lies ahead in the&amp;nbsp;future. And you know what's really bothering me now? I'm afraid of being alone and start talking to myself again. I'm afraid of not having someone to share my happiness, my worries, my sadness, and my life as a whole. These are the things that are keeping me glued here right now. I just wish these thoughts of being afraid will just go away and leave me. I just hope as soon as possible because I know it will prevent me from moving on forward and fulfill my dreams. So, do I make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-2425681234315176621?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2425681234315176621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-i-make-sense.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2425681234315176621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2425681234315176621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-i-make-sense.html' title='&quot;Do I Make Sense?&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TM70q9KoPdI/AAAAAAAACrk/ASIJWMZyU1Y/s72-c/10022010022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-2955407839355504246</id><published>2010-10-15T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:42:06.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you broken any bones?  If so, how?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;My right knee, Fallen from a plastic roof. (ouch!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Maridol?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-2955407839355504246?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2955407839355504246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-you-broken-any-bones-if-so-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2955407839355504246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2955407839355504246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-you-broken-any-bones-if-so-how.html' title='Have you broken any bones?  If so, how?'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-439844774022042572</id><published>2010-10-15T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:41:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was your favorite year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;2009, Don't ask why please...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Maridol?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-439844774022042572?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/439844774022042572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-was-your-favorite-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/439844774022042572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/439844774022042572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-was-your-favorite-year.html' title='What was your favorite year?'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-7222991960040522307</id><published>2010-10-14T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:42:29.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let go. couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love someone then set him free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>"Love Someone Then Set Him Free"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TLdAdDtoE7I/AAAAAAAACqw/wxX5OP2DwdI/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TLdAdDtoE7I/AAAAAAAACqw/wxX5OP2DwdI/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;They say that if you love someone then set him free. If he comes back to then he is yours. It made me think now that the person you love is someone you should own then? As a human being, we are&amp;nbsp;privileged to have the freedom to decide what we want to do with our lives. Being in love with a person sometimes makes you feel like he owns you or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;vise versa. You get to this point in your life when you will need all the security you can get just to make sure it will last. We tend to forget that a couple also consists of not just one but two people. We find time to make our relationships last but we failed to grow as individuals.This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;is something I am guilty of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You can set someone free even if you are still in a relationship. You must let go once in a while and let each other see what is there outside your tight embraces. Then after that, have the time to listen to each other's adventures. I have found this very exciting. You sit or lie so close then listen to every stories you had experienced or places you have seen. This is one fun way of knowing each other but still find the time to see the world. You laugh at each others jokes and stories. This is something you will surely cherish and remember for the rest of your lives.Security of knowing that he loves you will help you realize that you don't need to be with him for 365 days a year. There will be times when the two of you will be needing to go out and spend times with friends and other people you care about. Open one window or two in your relationship to make it more lasting. So,go ahead, love someone then set him free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-7222991960040522307?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7222991960040522307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-someone-then-set-him-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/7222991960040522307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/7222991960040522307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-someone-then-set-him-free.html' title='&quot;Love Someone Then Set Him Free&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TLdAdDtoE7I/AAAAAAAACqw/wxX5OP2DwdI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-1776216542149979247</id><published>2010-10-02T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:45:05.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smarttips.ca/"&gt;Smarttips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A growing collection of healthy and easy to cook recipes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-1776216542149979247?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1776216542149979247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/10/smarttips-growing-collection-of-healthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/1776216542149979247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/1776216542149979247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/10/smarttips-growing-collection-of-healthy.html' title=''/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-2020392173328380690</id><published>2010-09-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:53:11.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets revealed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"Secrets Revealed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TKSxnYPI0aI/AAAAAAAACqk/imjdcAvh1d0/s1600/my+dream+house.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TKSxnYPI0aI/AAAAAAAACqk/imjdcAvh1d0/s400/my+dream+house.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We often hear from a lot of people that secrets are revealed in due time. Well, now I can actually say that this is definitely true. You say you love a person deeply but still you still need to hide secrets from them. I cannot understand this at all. You cannot love a person then lie all at the same time. It just doesn't make sense. If you love a person as much as you say you do, learn to take the risk of revealing the real you. That way you will not get used to only giving the one you love only a small part of you. To be fully loved, you need to make sure that that person will have the chance to fully love you. This will not be achieved if you will not bare your soul to that person. You cannot expect a person to love you more than you are willing to give back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The irony of secrets revealed is that you may never trust that person ever again. I was not prepared at all with this kind of feeling. But I guess I need to go through with it just to make some unanswered questions from my past will finally have some answers. I can now without a doubt say to myself that I am right all along. That what I have decided then was just not &amp;nbsp;something that I have needed to do, but it was definitely the right decision for me and my loved ones. I have left my old ME together with the people I've&amp;nbsp;once loved and trust. Looking back, I can only feel pity but with no regrets at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It only takes just a small object or a simple word for a person to realize a lot of big things in life. I have learned the hard way and I am happy I did. It made me become aware of who I am and what I am made of. I am a woman that can honestly say that I am real inside and out. That I am a woman who will continue and will never get tired of loving and be loved in return. I am now happy that finally every doubts and confusions I may have had are &amp;nbsp;completely clear to me now. Secrets revealed is the answer after all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-2020392173328380690?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2020392173328380690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/09/secrets-revealed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2020392173328380690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2020392173328380690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/09/secrets-revealed.html' title='&quot;Secrets Revealed&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TKSxnYPI0aI/AAAAAAAACqk/imjdcAvh1d0/s72-c/my+dream+house.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-2805876846162845245</id><published>2010-09-07T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:46:13.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s because of you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifetime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>It's Because Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TIbbsqvMdPI/AAAAAAAACqU/DyXz6E08R3g/s1600/16022010043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TIbbsqvMdPI/AAAAAAAACqU/DyXz6E08R3g/s320/16022010043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've almost gave up on forever, but you let me see the joy of getting old together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've almost gave up on love, but then I met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've almost gave up on life, but you gave me the courage not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've almost gave up on trust, but you gave me reasons why I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've almost gave up on faith, but you hold my hand thanking God for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've almost gave up on us, but you let me see a rainbow behind those dark clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So you see now why I can never give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's because of you, the only person who doesn't know the meaning of giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I thank God everyday for I have you with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Our love is not a choice we have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's a gift that we get only once in our lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5083273251901440274-2805876846162845245?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2805876846162845245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-because-of-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2805876846162845245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2805876846162845245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-because-of-you.html' title='It&apos;s Because Of You'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TIbbsqvMdPI/AAAAAAAACqU/DyXz6E08R3g/s72-c/16022010043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-6002970960375800597</id><published>2010-08-30T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:54:24.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #84b320; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;"&gt;When will a dependence racket the young cathedral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-6002970960375800597?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6002970960375800597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-will-dependence-racket-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/6002970960375800597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/6002970960375800597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-will-dependence-racket-young.html' 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title=''/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-3186948091970332296</id><published>2010-07-19T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T09:52:26.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the security of loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='security'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Security Of Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TESAk8I2GbI/AAAAAAAACok/QMXfoosJmC0/s1600/20072010873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TESAk8I2GbI/AAAAAAAACok/QMXfoosJmC0/s320/20072010873.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I found myself staring at a lighted candle while drinking my coffee. Questions came into my mind at that instant. "Is my life like that of a candle?" "Am I slowly melting down as I age?" "Am I like the wick on the candle that as minutes go by, the flame is getting big as it slowly melts down?" So many questions flashed like all these are waiting urgently for my answers. I have so many questions on my mind since the separation and since finding the chance to write about my life. I just hope through my writings I can find the answers I am looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've come to a stage in my life when there is the urgency to change the path I'm crossing just to make sure I have not left&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; something far behind. My sister says a lot of times that the security of loving remains my priority till now. I guess she is right after all. I cannot go on and take the risks I am doing now if I am not in a relationship. Somehow, it has been my inspiration all along. The security that I have someone is more important to me than that the security of money and a successful career can give. It is really far more fulfilling to achieve whatever I want if I can share it with the man I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm still trying out to know what I want to do with my life as of now. I'm not even sure if I can achieve everything that I want out of life with so little time left. But, somehow, it also helps to know that struggling to fit into my "new world" will also bring me the happiness of knowing the "real" me. I am not really wishing for so much. I'm just hoping and wishing that I have finally found that person who would want to be a part of my life till the end of my days. And that at the end of the day, he will be that person who will look me in the eyes and will say, "We will get through all of these together..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-3186948091970332296?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3186948091970332296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/07/security-of-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/3186948091970332296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/3186948091970332296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/07/security-of-loving.html' title='The Security Of Loving'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TESAk8I2GbI/AAAAAAAACok/QMXfoosJmC0/s72-c/20072010873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-2934611770717358459</id><published>2010-07-08T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:03:46.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pain of looking back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Pain Of Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TDauNFbwk7I/AAAAAAAACoU/EEntAcIUFbg/s1600/21032008669-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TDauNFbwk7I/AAAAAAAACoU/EEntAcIUFbg/s320/21032008669-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;We try to let go of the past and try to move on hoping that somewhere along the way, someone will come and rescue us from where we are. But the truth is we tend to fake it and let yourself believe that at last you've found the love you have been waiting for all this time. But you're just fooling yourself that this is possible. Nobody can erase and heal your wounded heart but only you yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I have learned that before you can open your heart and love again, you need to get through the pain of looking back and see how, where, and what exactly made you get to that part. like in surgeries, you need to see deep into the patient's body to see the root cause of the disease. In a failed relationship, you need to look back and remember all the good and bad times that you and your ex partner have been through. If possible, write down all the good &amp;nbsp;and the bad that you can recall. Then look back to the last time you've argued. You will see from there why it all ended the way it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Now, start letting go of what happened between the two of you. You can see for yourself that everything's all in the past and nothing can ever change that. It doesn't matter any more who's fault it was. What matters now is that you can now clearly see the reason why it didn't last like you knew it would. Take the time to start your life putting all of your past behind. It is a lesson you should never forget. No need to be scared any more if you happened to start loving another person again. I can't promise you that the next time won't have its flaws. Just make sure don't make the same mistakes you had then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I believe that love is always at our doorsteps. You just need to work it out to make that love last. Dreaming and loving are just the same. You need to spend extra time and energy to make it come true and last at the same time. Your heartaches and failures are not &amp;nbsp;hindrances to reach your goal of being happy. Instead, make them your inspiration to grow and love some more. As what they say, it is more fulfilling to have loved than not to have loved at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-2934611770717358459?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2934611770717358459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/07/pain-of-looking-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2934611770717358459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2934611770717358459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/07/pain-of-looking-back.html' title='The Pain Of Looking Back'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/TDauNFbwk7I/AAAAAAAACoU/EEntAcIUFbg/s72-c/21032008669-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-3196564238756135841</id><published>2010-06-22T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:44:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will give you peach roses,your address? I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Thank you but you really don't need to. I just want my roses from someone I love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Maridol?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-3196564238756135841?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3196564238756135841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-will-give-you-peach-rosesyour-address.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/3196564238756135841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/3196564238756135841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-will-give-you-peach-rosesyour-address.html' title='I will give you peach roses,your address? I love you'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-4916931555839982908</id><published>2010-06-22T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:19:45.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you go dating now? Chocolates or flowers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I am not dating now.I prefer flowers especially peach roses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Maridol?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-4916931555839982908?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4916931555839982908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-go-dating-now-chocolates-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/4916931555839982908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/4916931555839982908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-go-dating-now-chocolates-or.html' title='Do you go dating now? Chocolates or flowers?'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-6710438862509518659</id><published>2010-06-22T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:15:53.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you willing to marry for someone you just met?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No I will not marry. Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Maridol?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-6710438862509518659?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6710438862509518659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-willing-to-marry-for-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/6710438862509518659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/6710438862509518659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-willing-to-marry-for-someone.html' title='Are you willing to marry for someone you just met?'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-9182434068605101938</id><published>2010-06-22T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:00:37.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell me what i can give you to be happy now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;You don't need to give me anything. I am happy NOW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Maridol?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-9182434068605101938?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/9182434068605101938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-tell-me-what-i-can-give-you-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/9182434068605101938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/9182434068605101938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-tell-me-what-i-can-give-you-to.html' title='Can you tell me what i can give you to be happy now?'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-2326419123048896748</id><published>2010-06-21T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:36:41.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons of life'/><title type='text'>Lessons Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/THAN0SaQvDI/AAAAAAAACpE/rgAy98rroaQ/s1600/Window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; color: purple; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/THAN0SaQvDI/AAAAAAAACpE/rgAy98rroaQ/s400/Window.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I've been reading comments and messages from different sites for two consecutive weeks now. Some comments made laugh and others made me think some more. I have been writing posts and articles for some time now. And it just struck me that I am now learning my way where I want to be in the future. It was really amazing to feel this way again. I've thought long ago that my life will just flow according to the life my family was destined to. Now, I can see clearly the lessons of life and what I can still learn after each lessons that passed me by. I am eager to learn more about things I like. But I will also find my way to love every minute of lessons life would bring. There will come a time that I will cry again. And I am willing to accept that knowing that happiness is just along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5083273251901440274-2326419123048896748?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2326419123048896748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2326419123048896748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2326419123048896748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-of-life.html' title='Lessons Of Life'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJyOxTpkn8Q/THAN0SaQvDI/AAAAAAAACpE/rgAy98rroaQ/s72-c/Window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-1179823005415858379</id><published>2010-05-13T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:34:57.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just My Thoughts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am into my usual depression for the last couple of days.(including today) This is starting to get me worried. I know in my heart that I am a changed woman after my year of transition. But still here I am again for the past days, reminiscing 18 years of my life. It saddens me to think that after a year of getting through everything, my heart and my mind are still struggling between facing the truth and moving on or just get myself blindfolded so not to see what is really happening. (I hope I'm making sense even to myself...) The truth? The truth that I've left my life along with the only man I've loved for more than half my life. I am face with the truth now that I am afraid of starting my life again with a man who loves me dearly. Do I really need this now? Or should I just let it pass and just be alone for whatever years or months I've left? To just be alone for a change? I need to find the answers now for myself. I just hope it'll be sooner. All of these are just my thoughts...( For those who would argue or react with what I've written, Please don't... This is just because I'm depressed and I need to get these things out of my system.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-1179823005415858379?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1179823005415858379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/1179823005415858379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/1179823005415858379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-my-thoughts.html' title='&quot;Just My Thoughts&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-2177145774750268529</id><published>2010-04-12T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:11:49.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" To Marry or Not To Marry "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To marry or not to marry??? That was on my head last night. Of course, I am not about to get married. My mama and my cousin went to my grandmother for a simple dinner last night. That was one of their topic. And grandma said that there is no need to get married to be happy. Get a life time partner without the sanctity of marriage. I wonder what my 19 year old cousin think about marriage now? If a lot of people around her think the same way. Our religion and our emotional as well as our life experiences clash before our very eyes. It is sad that I think the same as my grandmother. I can't help but agree with her. And I've learned about that for real from my experiences. But I wouldn't want to advise my cousin not to marry. I am living my life NOW. But marriage is not one of my options. I just hope she will not have the idea to ask me about it. I don't want to lie that i still believe in marriage. Please don't ask...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-2177145774750268529?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2177145774750268529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-marry-or-not-to-marry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2177145774750268529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2177145774750268529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-marry-or-not-to-marry.html' title='&quot; To Marry or Not To Marry &quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-2977741794496536863</id><published>2010-04-12T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:39:29.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Maridol34"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twitterbuttons.com/images/lbn/twitterbutton-0104.gif" title="By: TwitterButtons.com" width="142" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitterbuttons.com"&gt;By: Twitter Buttons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-2977741794496536863?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2977741794496536863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/04/by-twitter-buttons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2977741794496536863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/2977741794496536863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/04/by-twitter-buttons.html' title=''/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-5602876519421160979</id><published>2010-02-15T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:37:34.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;How can I prove to you that you can trust me?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Trust is not just given to someone like you. It is earned. You cannot ask for my trust and earn it either coz you can't even reveal your identity to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Maridol"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-5602876519421160979?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5602876519421160979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5602876519421160979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5602876519421160979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-5998862683245334250</id><published>2009-09-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:09:42.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"Sending Messages of Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really amazed with what love would do just to make you whole again. Just a simple IM(instant message) from a distant lover will certainly make your day complete. Sometimes love comes to you when you really least expect it to come. Sending  of love messages such as "I miss you so much." or just a simple  "I love you" on the internet will surely make your heart pound so fast like it's going to burst anytime. We think so much of what the future would bring. We often forget what we have right now. And what simple things can do. It amazes me somehow that these little sending of love messages is just what i need to help me get through the day. A lot of people feel the need to be with their partners. And ofcourse I also feel that way. But for now, I will cherish every message, every lines, this internet's giving me. For now, just for now, sending messages of love and receiving it surely makes my waiting worth the while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-5998862683245334250?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5998862683245334250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/sending-messages-of-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5998862683245334250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5998862683245334250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/sending-messages-of-love.html' title='&quot;Sending Messages of Love&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-3381979600443025948</id><published>2009-09-03T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:05:43.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feel'/><title type='text'>"The Right Thing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;I've spent my morning today just like the other days for the past couple of months. My right hand holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee and my left hand holding a cigarette. The only difference now is that I didn't go to sleep again even if I've only slept for an hour. Reason? It's the same reason I have for a few weeks now. I'm torn between doing the right thing for me and doing the right thing for the people around me. I cannot argue with the fact that I am in love right now. I am afraid of what the outcome will be. But I know whatever it is that will come my way, I know i can handle it just fine. I'm just hoping that I will not hurt my loved ones along the way. That I cannot handle. But what I feel right now is just too strong for me to take for granted. I'm just praying that everything will be according to His plans. And that whatever will come out after this, all would be for the better. &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/5083273251901440274-3381979600443025948?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3381979600443025948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/3381979600443025948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/3381979600443025948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-thing.html' title='&quot;The Right Thing&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-8055137878916981128</id><published>2009-09-02T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:49:59.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"Laughter as Best Medicine"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went home just a couple of minutes ago after watching a movie with mama, and my daughter Louise. While watching "Kimmy Dora", and laughing till my throat hurt, I started thinking. I am happy right now. Then I started laughing again till the movie ended. Lesson??? I could say that I'm really happy and in love right now. And I am for the last 2 months. I am proud of what I feel now. They say that "laughter is the best medicine". But to me, "Love is the best medicine". I know a lot of readers will say that I'm just mushy or feeling that I'm in love with love right now. They can say that as much as they want. But I know deep inside of me that "Yes I'm in love, happy and proud to be in this stage of my life".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-8055137878916981128?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8055137878916981128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/laughter-as-best-medicine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/8055137878916981128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/8055137878916981128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/laughter-as-best-medicine.html' title='&quot;Laughter as Best Medicine&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-1582815756222378403</id><published>2009-09-01T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:52:51.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>"It's just Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been trying to assessed almost every night every little details of my life. But so far I've seemed to stopped somewhere then realized my mind suddenly went blank. Somehow I can't find enough courage to recall all of it. You can say that I'm scared to face facts that would simply ruined what I've established for myself for the last couple of months. It's really simple for others to just let the past go and move on. It doesn't seemed to work out for me that way. I'm still trapped with my old ME all along. I somehow managed to disguised it for months now without having doubts in my mind. Now, suddenly, those dragging moments are starting to shake me up from where I am right now. It somehow made itself present not in front of me. But it penetrated my whole system.Strange and confusing as it seems but I now feel it everyday. I need to face some aching events of my life to have something to look forward to in the future. This is now my reality. This is what I am supposed to do after all that is if I really want my life to start again. Well, this is just ME...&lt;/i&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/5083273251901440274-1582815756222378403?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1582815756222378403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/1582815756222378403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/1582815756222378403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-me.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s just Me&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-665498442260754518</id><published>2009-09-01T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:28:19.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were You</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/4a9d2f827ab1dbff/4942b69c72ae4040/eeb7b1ef/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5083273251901440274-665498442260754518?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/665498442260754518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-were-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/665498442260754518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/665498442260754518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-were-you.html' title='If i were You'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083273251901440274.post-5842307013007246086</id><published>2009-08-26T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:54:22.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>"Thankful For Being YOU"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;I've heard last night about a man saying that he was thankful for everything that his wife had done to him. He said that she took good care of him while they were still together. And he missed it so badly. It really made me think. And after another almost sleepless night, I've decided to just write about it. I wonder if the wife even considered the fact that what she had done was even unusual or special.? If you ask me, I would say that from my experience, the answer is no. You see being a wife tends you to go out your own way to make your man or husband feel loved and pampered. So you see the role of a wife or the woman is a very big factor to a man's physical and emotional looks. I've realized just by thinking out loud last night that we, as a wife or a woman, must not forget to have herself loved and pampered too. After all, a couple consists of two people. You don't forget yourself just because you love your man. You don't show your love to him by just pampering him. You let him see the special YOU just to let him know that you take care of yourself as an individual. Having heard what I've heard last night made me conclude that he felt that he was lucky to have her as his partner. The only problem was he let her slipped away from him too soon before the realization came.. &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/5083273251901440274-5842307013007246086?l=wifeandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5842307013007246086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/08/thankful-for-being-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5842307013007246086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083273251901440274/posts/default/5842307013007246086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeandme.blogspot.com/2009/08/thankful-for-being-you.html' title='&quot;Thankful For Being YOU&quot;'/><author><name>Maridol34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06735114116036174105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSoQSjzkYk/TcF2MBDP_wI/AAAAAAAAC0A/tBSoRkYYSJY/s220/050320111715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
