<?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-251831769627021751</id><updated>2012-03-16T03:37:22.378-07:00</updated><category term='terrifying'/><category term='Me'/><category term='pag-ibig'/><category term='Fraulin'/><category term='Martlu'/><category term='regret'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Computer science'/><category term='ah1n1'/><category term='crush'/><category term='capitol University'/><category term='Frauline'/><category term='quote'/><category term='Tanga'/><category term='college'/><category term='About'/><category term='Ghosts'/><category term='Ratunil'/><category term='spirits'/><category term='horoscopes'/><category term='blog'/><category term='pains'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='Martlu Ratunil'/><category term='katangahan'/><category term='joys'/><category term='Life'/><category term='memories'/><category term='meant'/><category term='girls'/><category term='heartbroken'/><category term='Real'/><category term='Love'/><category term='virus'/><category term='life highschool'/><category term='right'/><category term='forever'/><category term='unfair'/><category term='voices'/><category term='compatible'/><category term='Missing'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Love Fraulin'/><category term='sorrows'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Live life like a fairytale.</title><subtitle type='html'>I wish and expect for things that only exists in fairytales. A love that would conquer all. But I was wrong. I forgot, we're in the real world. :(</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-1139883219665711173</id><published>2012-02-11T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:23:11.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sendong.</title><content type='html'>already 3 o'clock in the morning and it's still raining hard.&lt;div&gt;Here I am, awake and being alert for this rain may bring disaster, AGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have the trauma Typhoon Sendong gave me. Such a nice Christmas present,ei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to relive that tragic night of 12.16.11, 12am. So it would be 12.17.11? hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as what I have observed people are more vigilant now, slight rain and wind triggers them to panic and be alert. Way to go sendong! guh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need a rest now. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;02.12.12 / 3:18AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fb.com/fraulinratunil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-1139883219665711173?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1139883219665711173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2012/02/sendong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/1139883219665711173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/1139883219665711173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2012/02/sendong.html' title='Sendong.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-6334322477163283003</id><published>2012-02-11T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:05:29.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWZ5vEU996M/TzdIhQjSsdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mbw3_PhOKM4/s1600/GEDC2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWZ5vEU996M/TzdIhQjSsdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mbw3_PhOKM4/s320/GEDC2129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708110788931269074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(215, 218, 236); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(215, 218, 236); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When the time comes when everyone else stares bad back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and I have only one chance to win back only one of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you would be that special person for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;winning you back is like winning the whole world once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-6334322477163283003?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6334322477163283003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-are-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/6334322477163283003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/6334322477163283003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-are-worth-it.html' title='You are worth it.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWZ5vEU996M/TzdIhQjSsdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mbw3_PhOKM4/s72-c/GEDC2129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-7979671621706356319</id><published>2011-07-15T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T18:58:44.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I feeling today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZITIkHsxSls/TiDwSq49w7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/WF-ihAxKoLU/s1600/283137_2076853452499_1579870291_32067776_2701111_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZITIkHsxSls/TiDwSq49w7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/WF-ihAxKoLU/s320/283137_2076853452499_1579870291_32067776_2701111_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629763737754649522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I feeling today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel confused and I feel like everything is going to fall down on me.&lt;/div&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/251831769627021751-7979671621706356319?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7979671621706356319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-am-i-feeling-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/7979671621706356319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/7979671621706356319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-am-i-feeling-today.html' title='What am I feeling today..'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZITIkHsxSls/TiDwSq49w7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/WF-ihAxKoLU/s72-c/283137_2076853452499_1579870291_32067776_2701111_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-110262245927977574</id><published>2011-07-12T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T02:59:37.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>Okay my blog will now be filled with these certain posts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am feeling today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photograph of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Everything under the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still thinking of new ideas for my blog. feel free to suggest/share your ideas ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-110262245927977574?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/110262245927977574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/110262245927977574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/110262245927977574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-5926605899382795745</id><published>2011-07-11T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:27:52.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In jealousy there is more self-love than love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;~François, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims, 1665&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3wg2-8vX8Y/ThsxH3yKAhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AQAx01kSZgg/s1600/love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3wg2-8vX8Y/ThsxH3yKAhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AQAx01kSZgg/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628146170632733202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/251831769627021751-5926605899382795745?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5926605899382795745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/5926605899382795745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/5926605899382795745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3wg2-8vX8Y/ThsxH3yKAhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AQAx01kSZgg/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-2706596594871203051</id><published>2011-07-11T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T03:00:36.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJlkDzgxlZg/ThrJds0ROKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_kSVZlaD73g/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJlkDzgxlZg/ThrJds0ROKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_kSVZlaD73g/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628032196436637858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(25, 25, 78); line-height: 1.4;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:16px;"  &gt;Every day, tell at least one person something you like, admire, or appreciate about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&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/251831769627021751-2706596594871203051?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2706596594871203051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-heart-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/2706596594871203051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/2706596594871203051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-heart-you.html' title='I heart you'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJlkDzgxlZg/ThrJds0ROKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_kSVZlaD73g/s72-c/DSC_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-3422893662669531171</id><published>2011-07-10T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:40:10.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><title type='text'>The Come back!</title><content type='html'>Oh how I missed my blog! guh! Good thing I remembered :)&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of catching up to do, and i have a lot to share to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missyoooooooooooooooooou =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRfACNaKtHI/ThnxjftOh5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/u02ZCZhOhgI/s1600/CLINNASAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRfACNaKtHI/ThnxjftOh5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/u02ZCZhOhgI/s320/CLINNASAD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627794801485055890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; text-align: left;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The consequences o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;f today are determined by the actions of the past. To change your future, alter your decisions today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; text-align: left;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/251831769627021751-3422893662669531171?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3422893662669531171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/come-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/3422893662669531171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/3422893662669531171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2011/07/come-back.html' title='The Come back!'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRfACNaKtHI/ThnxjftOh5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/u02ZCZhOhgI/s72-c/CLINNASAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-1454375859356991996</id><published>2009-10-22T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:59:01.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveLoveLove=HIM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love=HIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're like the sweetest candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most romantic love song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a precious nd rare diamond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart jumps when I'm with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love everything about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm contented of what you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing more that makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing else, no one else. But you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I write you corny poems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this is how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you with every beat of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever and always, I will love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please stay and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Fraulin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made this for my husby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 10th monthsary. mwah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-1454375859356991996?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1454375859356991996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovelovelovehim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/1454375859356991996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/1454375859356991996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovelovelovehim.html' title='LoveLoveLove=HIM!'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-1592484785231489137</id><published>2009-09-21T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T06:32:11.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Appreciation would do. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Srd7QQedlYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0_uULyT3L4o/s1600-h/Confused_by_Crush3r15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383907398775575938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Srd7QQedlYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0_uULyT3L4o/s320/Confused_by_Crush3r15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"if they don't know how to value you, let them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's much better to lose them than to feel stupid all the time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These words, are slowly breaking my heart into million pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received that text quote from him. the most important man in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martlu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though he denies nga walang laman ang quote na yan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel, that he's hurting. I can feel that i've done something wrong again. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know he's tired of all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to satisfy his needs, i can't seem to give the attention, the care, the love that he wants. Kulang pa rin para sa kanya, I'm really really trying my best. Binigay ko naman lahat ah? Tinatanong kita kung ano pa ba dapat kong gawin, you won't answer me naman. Haaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't want to lose you, and  I know you don't want this to happen din,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kaya please. Appreciate those little things im doing for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masakit na kasi, na hindi mo napapansin ang mga ginagawa ko. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-1592484785231489137?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1592484785231489137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-appreciation-would-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/1592484785231489137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/1592484785231489137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-appreciation-would-do.html' title='A little Appreciation would do. :('/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Srd7QQedlYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0_uULyT3L4o/s72-c/Confused_by_Crush3r15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-8425361704436593682</id><published>2009-09-18T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:32:15.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fraulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martlu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Fraulin'/><title type='text'>Bakit kaya ganun?</title><content type='html'>Pagod na pagod na akong masaktan, pero natatakot naman akong iwanan siya.&lt;br /&gt;Susuko na sana ako, pero ayaw niya. Ayaw daw niya akong mawala sa buhay niya.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly ayoko din naman. pero litong lito na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal ko siya eh&lt;br /&gt;kahit na nangingibabaw ang sakit kesa sa happy times namin.&lt;br /&gt;bakit kaya ganun?&lt;br /&gt;di ko nararamdaman na kailangan na kailangan niya ako,kahit palagi niya&lt;br /&gt;sinasabi saken yun. ang weird nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap maging tanga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-8425361704436593682?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8425361704436593682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/bakit-kaya-ganun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/8425361704436593682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/8425361704436593682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/bakit-kaya-ganun.html' title='Bakit kaya ganun?'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-2448142348786558756</id><published>2009-08-20T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T04:29:49.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fraulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My quote for the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/129/f/0/Heartbroken_by_Nocturnal_Romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/129/f/0/Heartbroken_by_Nocturnal_Romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My hearts been broken another time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even though inside I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'll make you believe I'm fine.&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/251831769627021751-2448142348786558756?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2448142348786558756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-quote-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/2448142348786558756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/2448142348786558756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-quote-for-day.html' title='My quote for the day.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-4250160022728561081</id><published>2009-08-20T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:36:14.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capitol University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrifying'/><title type='text'>Capitol University.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs20/300W/i/2007/270/4/7/ghosts_by_DemonicxxGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs20/300W/i/2007/270/4/7/ghosts_by_DemonicxxGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;How are you all doing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not that fine, too many problems. Really can’t handle this all. shet. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my title it's about the paranormal things.&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday August 19, 2009, our class finished 7:30pm and&lt;br /&gt;After that we still stayed and played basketball. At around 8:00pm we decided to go home,&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Comfort Room of Capitol's Computer Science building to freshen up.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about ghosts, and when I finished freshened up I turned the lights off in the CR and&lt;br /&gt;My friends (Noeme, Rusbelle, Emma) were like screaming because they were really scared.&lt;br /&gt;And I was like laughing nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Emma forgot her Paper bag, and her clothes was like in their. So I decided to be  the one to get her bag because in the first place it was my fault. :))&lt;br /&gt;I was about to close the door.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard a voice crying, she was like crying for help man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect to hear that, I was like screaming "I heard someone crying man!!"&lt;br /&gt;And we hurriedly ran outside the building. Until now, I can still hear the voice in my head.&lt;br /&gt;It won't go away. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard many stories about ghosts in Capitol University, but I didn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Until that day I heard someone, but there was no one in there but us.&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;out ghosts in Capitol University, but I didn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Until that day I heard someone, but there was no one in there but us.&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-4250160022728561081?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4250160022728561081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/08/capitol-university.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/4250160022728561081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/4250160022728561081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/08/capitol-university.html' title='Capitol University.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-8663670439251292647</id><published>2009-08-15T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:53:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Sunday morning again!&lt;br /&gt;Well, got nothing to do. So i thought to write a new post in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's been days since i've last posted.&lt;br /&gt;I was too lazy to write a new post, and not really in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Who want some chocolate chip cookies? I'm munching on some right now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already decided that i really have to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant seem to find him, he's like hiding from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life must go on! eventhough it's so hard to forget, ill try.&lt;br /&gt;I have my friends to help me.&lt;br /&gt;God to guide me, and my family to give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he wouldn't break his promise, but he did man!&lt;br /&gt;he did! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-8663670439251292647?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8663670439251292647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/08/liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/8663670439251292647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/8663670439251292647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/08/liar.html' title='Liar!'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-5674386905698930296</id><published>2009-07-28T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:50:17.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fraulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katangahan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martlu'/><title type='text'>My decision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Sm-dKGCIQPI/AAAAAAAAACs/WFRk3l8iLpg/s1600-h/The_decision_by_Lillyfly06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363678477965345010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Sm-dKGCIQPI/AAAAAAAAACs/WFRk3l8iLpg/s320/The_decision_by_Lillyfly06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo by: Lillyfly06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Up to this day I really haven't decided on what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Should I let go, or Hold on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have 5days to make my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So help me Lord in making the Right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I would let go, then that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for all the memories and for the broken promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i didn't regret knowing you. You made me a lot more stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;because I had the the courage to love you again even though I know that there's a chance that I'll be feeling the pain again, and I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're the only one who gives meaning to my life, and once made me complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But if I'll hold on, we can still bring back the happy moments when we're together and I/you still have the chance to prove something. And make our promises and plans possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but I know that this would slowly break my heart, because in each day I don't get to be with you, hurts like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You made me feel really special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and you made me realize my worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart is saying to hold and my mind is saying Let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What should I do? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5days to go and I'll be posting my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-5674386905698930296?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5674386905698930296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-by-lillyfly06-up-to-this-day-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/5674386905698930296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/5674386905698930296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-by-lillyfly06-up-to-this-day-i.html' title='My decision.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Sm-dKGCIQPI/AAAAAAAAACs/WFRk3l8iLpg/s72-c/The_decision_by_Lillyfly06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-175823571797874024</id><published>2009-07-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:59:43.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frauline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Giving up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Smzfhep0-yI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEpY0VUP8FY/s1600-h/shes_giving_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362907022548597538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Smzfhep0-yI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEpY0VUP8FY/s320/shes_giving_up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate this. I really hate this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every freakin' time I wake up, he is the one who instantly comes into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it hurts to think that he's not by my side, and wouldn't be anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Darn! I want to forget him, and all the pain I've felt in our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know that this would really break my heart, but I'm getting tired of being hurt man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you know that feeling, it's like your heart is being squizzed? And your like running out of air in your lungs, geez! It really does hurt. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lalo na kung ikaw lang yung nagho-hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I honestly don't want to give up, but hell! I'm really freaking tired of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Over and over, I thought that you would take care of me? Love me, so that I would be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But are you doing your promises?! Are you making an effort, even just a bit?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Damn! Why does it have to be like this, I do Love you very much Mart, but you don't trust this feelings I have for you. It sucks knowing that my love was just wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love you very much that It already hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm trying to overcome this pain, but di ko na talaga kaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just tell me the truth Martlu, and I'll give you the freedom that maybe you always wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought you'll love me forever. :(&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/251831769627021751-175823571797874024?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/175823571797874024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/giving-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/175823571797874024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/175823571797874024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/giving-up.html' title='Giving up.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Smzfhep0-yI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEpY0VUP8FY/s72-c/shes_giving_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-8684813214611005532</id><published>2009-07-26T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:16:54.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Smw67fKNwyI/AAAAAAAAACc/QvTuPnOmmmg/s1600-h/Forgotten_Memories_by_WiciaQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362726049942455074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Smw67fKNwyI/AAAAAAAAACc/QvTuPnOmmmg/s320/Forgotten_Memories_by_WiciaQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t you know that I have cared about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I fall just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I cried because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I could die for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know that I live just for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I dream just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I laugh just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I hope just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you feel my great love just for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams I have offered you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pain each time you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My joy each time you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you see what’s deep inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s in the very heart of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you see, yes you really don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t know me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Darlene E. Williams&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/251831769627021751-8684813214611005532?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8684813214611005532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/8684813214611005532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/8684813214611005532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-know.html' title='You don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/Smw67fKNwyI/AAAAAAAAACc/QvTuPnOmmmg/s72-c/Forgotten_Memories_by_WiciaQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-4755760901245033582</id><published>2009-07-25T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:21:34.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capitol University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life highschool'/><title type='text'>College life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmwD1jIGKWI/AAAAAAAAACU/CgwnufPHe9Q/s1600-h/1_806464003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362665474788567394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmwD1jIGKWI/AAAAAAAAACU/CgwnufPHe9Q/s320/1_806464003l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new Chapter of my life started when I graduated Highschool.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was terrified to enter the college life. I thought that I would not survive.&lt;br /&gt;and now, I have started my college life with New friends, new classmates, new faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to think that College life is not that bad. But it's not the same when I was still in Highschool. I was so relax back then, I even don't answer tests or quizzes or even make my assignment. :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, highschool life was fun. We had our fun moments, and experience enough foolishness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As what some said Highschool years is when you experience your life being a teenager. yeah, and I've experienced a hell lot of that. :)) And now I'm in the college life,I should make my studies my number one priority. Because after this I'd be finding a job. So I must have good grades.  ahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, I'm still a freshie in college,still not that hard though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly I'm enjoying my new friends and I'm slowly adjusting to my new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking up BSCS (Bachelor in Science in Computer Science) i was suppose to take take up PNPA, but my boyfriend just won't let me. He wants to be in the same school, so I have no choice. :)) well CS was one of my choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new classmates helped me to adjust in my new school and they understood what I was going through, they would try to make me laugh whenever I started crying. Thank you for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May ORGANization pala kami ng mga bagong kaibigan ko, sobrang pasaway na mga kaibigan. haha! &lt;strong&gt;Central Dakuh Organization-Inocenti Gi ti.&lt;/strong&gt; Wahaha. naman. si Emma nag-isip ng organization na yan. sobrang hilig kasi sa naglalakihang nevermind. bahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this second semester, they will still be my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;BSCS 1b Rocks. :) I love this section of ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-4755760901245033582?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4755760901245033582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/4755760901245033582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/4755760901245033582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-life.html' title='College life.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmwD1jIGKWI/AAAAAAAAACU/CgwnufPHe9Q/s72-c/1_806464003l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-4143088962386737409</id><published>2009-07-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:25:19.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ah1n1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life highschool'/><title type='text'>Walang pasok men.</title><content type='html'>Darn. It really sucks having no class, I am really bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;Eye on the computer for the whole day. For the whole 2weeks. Err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because of that Influenza A(H1n1). Curse those pigs.&lt;br /&gt;And now class has been suspended. I miss my classmates, I miss our fun moments. And I miss someone, but I'll just not mention his name. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will that virus scare end. It's good that I haven't got that sickness. wee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takot ata ang virus sakin eh. Kahit na magpaulan man ako, di pa rin ako nilalagnat. nyemas. gusto kong magkasakit! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, bukas pupunta akong school kasi namatay na yung founder ng school namin na si Madame Laureana Rosales. [May your soul rest in peace] buti nalang at makakaalis ako sa bahay nato bukas. wooh! pagkatapos ng mass, eh pupunta ng mall at maglalaro sa Arcade. Tapos tapos, maghahanap ng makakasama, tapos pupunta nlng siguro ako sa school ko nung highschool. hay naku ewan, wala talaga akong magawa sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba magandang Hobby?&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko may mapaglilibangan aside sa palaging pagkokompyuter. nagsasawa na kasi ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;buti nalang nakagawa na ako ng account dito sa blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala, naalala ko pala. yung crush ko! bahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;sana naman makita ko siya bukas. He's close to perfect man!&lt;br /&gt;Pero parang chickboy nga lang. hmm ayos lang yun, basta may pampagana na ako para sa mga mata ko. nyahaha! ang gwapo niya talaga dude. Miyembro siya sa Dance troupe ng school namin. Ang galing niya, para siyang balerina kung sumayaw. bahaha. Oh well. Hanggang tingin ka nalang Fraulin. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nag-iisa lang talaga ang taong mahal na mahal ko. Kahit na pinapabayaan niya nlng ako ngayon. haha. oh well. that's life. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-4143088962386737409?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4143088962386737409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/darn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/4143088962386737409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/4143088962386737409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/darn.html' title='Walang pasok men.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-5997361078521248763</id><published>2009-07-25T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:30:27.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pag-ibig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katangahan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Pagiging Martir.</title><content type='html'>Minutes ago, I was reading some blogs of my follower.&lt;br /&gt;I've read his blog entitled "how to make her smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading that post, My heart ached.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganun? parang sumisikip yung dibdib ko. Ang sakit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered our happy moments together.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered him. :(  Hais. I just can't get him out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's just my life? I don't want to give up on him.&lt;br /&gt;I promised him that, that I would never leave his side.&lt;br /&gt;We promised each other, na walang mang-iiwan. Maaan ang hirap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loves me so much. He'll die for me, he said.&lt;br /&gt;But as what I can see, It's not. He can go on with his life, and easily forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's way too different from other guys, alam niyo ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;Iba siya eh. Iba siya dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story started when we were still in second year Highschool.&lt;br /&gt;He was one of my best enemies in our section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting in our classroom's door, I was writing something then.When suddenly, I nearly fell off the chair. He didn't even say "excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;I told him "Y*wa ka!" sabi naman niya sakin "Mas Y*wa pa ka"&lt;br /&gt;How sweet. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well. That was just one of our unforgettable moments.&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I just can't believe He's my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He really is a Dream come true. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya yung lalaking di ka talaga magsasawa sa pagmamahal. But up to this point, I'm really getting tired :( napapagod na akong kakahabol sa kanya eh, ako na yung naging lalaki sa relasyon namin. siya naman si babae. ano ba, sana ako nalang pinanganak na lalaki. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami na akong pinagdaanan, marami na kaming pinagdaanan. Ayoko na masayang lang ang mga iyon. Naging masaya din naman ako sa pagiibigan namin eh. Kahit na pinapakilala niya ako as kapatid sa mga kaibigan niya. Sweet niya ano?&lt;br /&gt;tpos pinapalo niya ako ng libro sa braso ko, minsan sinusuntok pa nga.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na ginagawa pa niya akong punching bag. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;kahit na tinutulak niya ako at muntikan na nga akong masagasaan. Mahal na mahal ko pa rin yung ungas na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana din naman, mahal niya din talaga ako. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough against ang mga kaibigan ko sa kanya, dahil sa trato niya sakin.&lt;br /&gt;At palagi nalang akong nasasaktan. Pinaglalaban ko pa talaga siya ng bonggang bongga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal ko siya eh! Kahit na ako pa ang maging Reyna ng mga tanga sa pag-ibig, that would be an honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na di siya nag e-effort na makontak man lang ako, at magsabi kahit isang sorry man lang. Mahal pa din kita. Mahal na mahal.&lt;br /&gt;Ipadama mo naman sakin na mahal mo din ako o?&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know what being loved really feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-5997361078521248763?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5997361078521248763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/minutes-ago-i-was-reading-some-blogs-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/5997361078521248763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/5997361078521248763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/minutes-ago-i-was-reading-some-blogs-of.html' title='Pagiging Martir.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-5550223390328981155</id><published>2009-07-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:39:55.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqooIooj7I/AAAAAAAAABI/Oq5KjY8BJFk/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362283713804144562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 601px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqooIooj7I/AAAAAAAAABI/Oq5KjY8BJFk/s320/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on to a new chapter in your life is hard,but its harder when a part of you is left to a past that you can never let go… The memories, the love, the sweet nothings &amp;amp; mostly, to the person who made a great difference in your life &amp;amp; same exact person who made you feel that you were worth more than everything in this world…&lt;br /&gt;It has always been my perception that letting go of something is a sign of weakness, that i am already at the bottom of the chain… I had impression that it will stay away that thing from me… I never realized that by holding on, I was running away from my fears, hiding from the beautiful truth that could lead m to freedom…&lt;br /&gt;Now i have come to my senses, woke up from a long, deep sleep… I’m ready to face the truth, though it hurt, that he is not meant for me… I can’t hold him forever &amp;amp; keep on chasing in circles, like a butterfly, he truly belongs &amp;amp; destined for… I know it won’t be that easy but I’m learning to, &amp;amp; slowly is… Perhaps, it will be my consolation that he finds the perfect pair who can compliment to his wholeness, &amp;amp; the perfect match who can compensate of her shortcomings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really don’t want to let you go, the question is.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to hold on? It seems that you’re not happy with us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to let go. and move on.&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/251831769627021751-5550223390328981155?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5550223390328981155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/5550223390328981155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/5550223390328981155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying.html' title='Trying.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqooIooj7I/AAAAAAAAABI/Oq5KjY8BJFk/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-6288677228038607505</id><published>2009-07-24T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:37:15.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martlu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Making the right Decision? :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For now, I am thinking twice before I make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;Should I let go? Or hold on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many questions left unanswered are running in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Does He really love me?  Why is He doing this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s like torture,&lt;/strong&gt; if he only knows. It really pains me, &lt;em&gt;seeing him unhappy with me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;hurts like hell&lt;/em&gt; man. I don’t know if I can take much more of this crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that hurt me so much, but I just hide it from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t want him to know what I’m going through. I’m trying to be strong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but I guess this is enough. I guess I’m the only one fighting for a love that is &lt;strong&gt;really not meant to be&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought this would last,&lt;/strong&gt; I hoped and I prayed every night, that he would be the man that I’d share my life with… but I guess that wasn’t enough. Even though I’m going through this pain, he &lt;strong&gt;never was regret for me&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m still hoping that I would really feel that he loves me very much.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sacrificed and suffered too much. But I guess for him it’s not enough. &lt;strong&gt;He never trusted my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don’t blame him for that; I was the one who made him not to trust me. But that was all in the past man. I’ve changed. I really did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re reading this, balo ka sakit na kaayo&lt;br /&gt;daghan kaayo ko ginatago sa imoha nga gusto nako iingon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but I can’t seem to find the right words and the right time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa panan’aw nako, gikapoy najud ka. Gisumhan, pagsaba nalang beh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sige lang mart, dawaton nako kung unsa man ang tubag nimo. &lt;strong&gt;Mart love kaayo taka.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero wala kay salig sakong gugma. Mart gakalipay pa ba giyapon ka nako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darn it daghan kaayo ko gusto i-pangutana jud niya bei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess happy endings doesn’t really exists in reality. They’re only in fairytales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You’re my only destiny Martlu Ratunil.&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/251831769627021751-6288677228038607505?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6288677228038607505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/making-right-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/6288677228038607505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/6288677228038607505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/making-right-decision.html' title='Making the right Decision? :('/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-312346024816511174</id><published>2009-07-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:33:24.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compatible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Capricorn+Leo=Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When Leo and Capricorn join together in a love match,&lt;br /&gt;they form a mutually supportive union.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Capricorn is more conservative,&lt;br /&gt;hard working and traditional in outlook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Leo is a firm believer in hard work,&lt;br /&gt;but tends to get things done through their charm and social skills.&lt;br /&gt;However, both are extremely devoted, especially to teach other.&lt;br /&gt;Although they may seem to be an unlikely couple on the surface,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;their love will grow as they discover similarities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Both partners enjoy comfort and pampering and love working toward their goals.&lt;br /&gt;Leo and Capricorn both relish the spotlight and material possessions.&lt;br /&gt;Leo can be outrageous, while Capricorn is more classical, of a more simple nature.&lt;br /&gt;Because both Signs are so determined, with a bit of careful attention&lt;br /&gt;they will sympathize with one another. Both partners will soon realize&lt;br /&gt;that they have much to learn from one another;&lt;br /&gt;Leo can show Capricorn a good time and Capricorn can prove to Leo the value of hard work and traditional values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Leo is ruled by the Sun and Capricorn is ruled by the Planet Saturn.&lt;br /&gt;The Sun is about ego and self, and it radiates warmth and light.&lt;br /&gt;Leo indeed radiates this kind of energy and enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;Saturn is about responsibility and hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;These two can learn from one another’s diversity.&lt;br /&gt;The Sun represents life, and Saturn represents tenacity;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;as long as they pay attention to one another,&lt;br /&gt;their combination is a good one, leading to many completed projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Leo is a Fire Sign and Capricorn is an Earth Sign.&lt;br /&gt;Leo wants creative freedom, while Capricorn desires professional security.&lt;br /&gt;This combination creates a balanced romantic relationship.&lt;br /&gt;They will enjoy their time together and save time to pursue personal interests as well.&lt;br /&gt;As long as they continually reassure one another of their significance,&lt;br /&gt;conflicts are not usually harmful to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Leo is a Fixed Sign and Capricorn is a Cardinal Sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Both can be stubborn, opinionated and ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;Both partners tend to persevere when working toward their goals.&lt;br /&gt;The Goat prefers life to be steady and ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Leo loves wild times and embraces the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once they agree that the match is a good one, they will never forget its value and&lt;br /&gt;will devote themselves to maintaining the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;What’s the best aspect of the Leo-Capricorn relationship?&lt;br /&gt;It’s their devotion to handling the task in front of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Both Signs have strong personalities,&lt;br /&gt;and though they may at times seem an unlikely pair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this is a case of opposites attracting.&lt;br /&gt;This duo has a good time with one another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and this facet of the relationship keeps them wanting more.&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/251831769627021751-312346024816511174?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/312346024816511174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/capricornleolove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/312346024816511174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/312346024816511174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/capricornleolove.html' title='Capricorn+Leo=Love'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-4480008917809571514</id><published>2009-07-24T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:29:50.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frauline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ratunil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martlu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Fraulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martlu Ratunil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqmKsa-LaI/AAAAAAAAABA/aBPUJ5KRTV0/s1600-h/My+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362281008991186338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqmKsa-LaI/AAAAAAAAABA/aBPUJ5KRTV0/s320/My+Life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Martlu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt; My life. My destiny. The one who totally completes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I so love this man.&lt;br /&gt;~ He's in every prayer of mine.&lt;br /&gt;~ even if we're not together. It seems he's with me, he's everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ sometimes a bit of a dumbass, but really a shy one.&lt;br /&gt;~ those chinky eyes of him, makes you stare deep within.&lt;br /&gt;~ I can forgive him no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;~ I would die for this man.&lt;br /&gt;~ Humble&lt;br /&gt;~ nga manawayon kaayo sako. HAHA Peace(:&lt;br /&gt;~ nga makagigil kaayo..&lt;br /&gt;~ na akong master, Sir, ug commander. :))&lt;br /&gt;~ nah dili jud nako kaya mawala.&lt;br /&gt;~nga crush nako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ First love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I supppppaah doooooppper LOVE Him. (:&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's my Perception of MARTLU. :)&lt;br /&gt;LABAD LAGi NAH, PARAS, BUGOY, BADBOY&lt;br /&gt;PERO BiSAG iNG-ANA NA SiYA [CHAROOT]&lt;br /&gt;LOVE KAY NAKO Ni BAAAAH. (:&lt;br /&gt;UG UNTA LOVE KO ANi NiYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martlu Rae Ratunil. I Love Hearing this name (: ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imbarney.blog.friendster.com/files/martlu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-4480008917809571514?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4480008917809571514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-martlu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/4480008917809571514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/4480008917809571514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-martlu.html' title=''/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqmKsa-LaI/AAAAAAAAABA/aBPUJ5KRTV0/s72-c/My+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-3833833532337765159</id><published>2009-07-24T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:59:01.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>Buhay Babae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve read this post in the HCG forum posted by KiMMMY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s long, yeah but it’s worth reading though ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kapag ngumiti ka na ng konti,nag-ayos ng konti pagkakamalan ka nang malandi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi pangseryosohang relasyon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinig lang nila na malakas kang mag-salita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;palengkera ka na. T.O. kagad sa kanila iyon.&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig silang tumingin sa mga babaeng sexy manamit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kulang nalang makita na kaluluwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pero kapag babaeng seryosohin at gustong ligawan dapat disente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dapat mala-anghel ang mukha,dapat mukhang inosente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapos kami pa raw ang mahilig mamili?Parang baliktad yata?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ayan nanliligaw na si lalake.&lt;br /&gt;Dapat pakipot ka para suyuin ka, para habulin ka pa lalo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kapag hindi ka naman nagpakipot.. “easy to get” naman ang tingin sa iyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hindi ka na seseryosohin.Teka! Sino bang may sabing magpaalila kayo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di naman namin hawak ang buhay niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natural lang na magtiis kayo, may gusto kayo sa amin eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kapag nakuha niyo na iyon wala na lahat ng mga paghihirap niyo&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;babaliktad na ang sitwasyon kami naman ang mamromroblema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para lang kayong may gustong bilhin na bagay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upang mabili ito kailangan munang magsakripisyo, magtipid, magtiis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pag nabili na at mapagsawaan wala na, balewala na. Diyan ka na sa tabi-tabi.&lt;br /&gt;“Tawagan nalang kita pag trip ko o kaya’y pag may gusto akong ipagawa sa iyo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ano pa ba? E di sinagot mo na diba. Utang na loob pa natin yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dahil naghirap daw sila sa panliligaw dapat masuklian natin iyon ng higit pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa umpisa kailangan malambing ka, maayos at laging magsisilbi sa kanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayaw daw nilang humawak ng relasyon, pero kapag ikaw naman ang nagmando,aba! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;masasakal naman.&lt;br /&gt;Sasabihin pa sa iyo:“demanding ka.”HAHA :))&lt;br /&gt;Meron ka pang maririnig na:“I think we need space.”,&lt;br /&gt;……….at kung anu-ano pang ek-ek.&lt;br /&gt;Sino rin may sabing di dapat kami magpakabait,maging devoted at faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Kapag kami ang sumaway niyang mga iyan, iba na ang tingin sa amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malandi na kami, haliparot, pakawala, makikay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at kung anu-ano pang mga bansag ang itatawag sa amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag kayo gumawa noon, ok lang.Lalake kayo eh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;macho kayo pag ginawa niyo yon.[leche talaga :))]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaya kami, walang magawa. Magpapakaburo at magpapakamadre nalang.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nagloko na kayo ano pa bang magagawa namin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh di iiyak nalang. Wala namang ibang magagawa eh.&lt;br /&gt;Tungkol naman sa tinatawag niyong pagdedemand namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi kami nagdedemand! Karapatan lang namin iyon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karapatan namin na lambingin niyo kami,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;icheck at ipakita sa amin na mahal niyo kami.Ha. Ha. Ha. :))&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin ibig sabihin na mas sincere kayo sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;Seryoso rin naman kami ah. At ang maturity wala yan sa edad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas maaga nga kaming magmature sa inyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang isang 19 year old na lalake eh, isip 15 pa yun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It follows iyan sa lahat ng age group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas mataas pa kung minsan ang pagbawas ng level of maturity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kayo na ang mag-math!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pati yung pag-iyak namin pinupuntirya niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kesyo drama daw. Diba kapag umiyak ka nagbuhos ka ng emosyon diyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ano tingin niyo sa amin mga artista?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo iyon? Yun bang kulang nalang ay lumuha ka na ng dugo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero hindi ka pa rin papansinin.Sasabihan ka pang tigilan na ang pagdradrama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi nila kami maiintindihan kapag nagseselos kami.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit naman kami magseselos kung wala kaming nakikita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas iba kaming magmahal. Mas masarap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kapag natapos na ang lambingan,eh di siyempre iwanan blues na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kami pa raw ang nagsawa, kami pa raw ang nagtritrip lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sino ba ang lumalayas kapag may nakita nang bago,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sino ba ang mayabang,sino ba ang nagmamalaki?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kami ba?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kami ang walang choice…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ang babae pag sinabing “break na tayo..”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lambingin lang iyan ng konti balikan blues na iyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kapag ang lalake ang umayaw, pucha, bahala ka diyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kahit mag-tambling ka pa sa harap niya. Wa-epek.Umiyak ka ng bato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wa-epek.Tsk, tsk, tsk. Tapos sila pa raw ang kawawa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post-break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mahal pa ng babae si lalaki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sasamantalahin ni lalaki. Magpapagawa ng kung anu-ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naaalala ka lang kapag may kailangan sa iyo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag pumangit ka after the break up, magpapasalamat sila na iniwan ka nila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kapag gumanda ka naman, ipagkakalat nila sa buong sangkatauhan na naging girlfriend ka niya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sala sa init sala sa lamig talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ano ba namang buhay to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang hirap ding maging babae ano. Kala nila laging sila nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lagi rin kaming naiiwan sa ere.P***NGI*A SAKLAP DIBA?&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/251831769627021751-3833833532337765159?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3833833532337765159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/buhay-babae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/3833833532337765159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/3833833532337765159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/buhay-babae.html' title='Buhay Babae.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-2782188673521910907</id><published>2009-07-24T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:46:47.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ratunil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martlu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joys'/><title type='text'>I may fall in love again, but I'll never forget you. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may fall in love again, but I’ll never forget…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-his eyes I love the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-The smile that melts my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-his laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-his reaction when i stare at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-My first love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-every time I stare at him. He immediately covers his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-the first time he said “I love you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-He blushed when my friend told him I had a crush on him. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-we quarrel just because I won’t eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-magtatampo siya, ‘cause I won't eat. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-When he told me he loves me, but I didn’t understand when he murmured it. :))&lt;br /&gt;-dec.22, 2006 8AM he winked at me.haha.^^ di pa kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-he makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-His style. and how he dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-he tried to come near me on my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-we stayed up all night texting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-His reaction when i let him read a poem i made, about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-when he’s shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-His foolishness. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-him being a dumbass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-every time he catches me, looking at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-every time I catch him looking at me. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-I was going down stairs at school, when he catches up with me and he covered my eyes, suddenly I fell down. Leche! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-when i told him that I’d be migrating, he was so depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-our first date.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Every time well go mall hopping, he would always ask me, “Gigutom naka?” “gi-uhaw ka?” “Gusto ka snack?” haha.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-when he begs me that we’ll eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-When he begs me to go home because its late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-When he grabbed my hand when I sat on the motorcycle, and i too grabbed his hand. Nasamad daun siya sako nail.luoy T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Every meal, he texts me, “kaon na pikot”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-we’ll have a fight on who’s got the most chinky eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-we’ll have a quarrel if whose going to sleep first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-everytime he texts me on how he misses me and how he wants to see me. :PP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-When I first Held his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-when he first held my hand.and he said “dont let go.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-When he first hugged me. that was tight.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-nag drama ever mi sa dalan.HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Our JS prom, Our pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-First time he saw me wearing a dress.Haha.nidako yah mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Monthsary. December 22, 2006 4PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-among tinawagan. Pikot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-among pgkabuang duha kong mg uban mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-gihilakan nako siya for 9 months.and until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I loved you…&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I must let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251831769627021751-2782188673521910907?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2782188673521910907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-may-fall-in-love-again-but-ill-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/2782188673521910907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/2782188673521910907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-may-fall-in-love-again-but-ill-never.html' title='I may fall in love again, but I&apos;ll never forget you. Ever.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251831769627021751.post-6821109823702155512</id><published>2009-07-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:29:06.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fraulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqX-t1NyZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4txj4aOzF4/s1600-h/Kiss+ko+bah..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362265410048477586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqX-t1NyZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4txj4aOzF4/s320/Kiss+ko+bah..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to introduce myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Fraulin best known for Sarge.&lt;strong&gt; I don't like people calling me by my real name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got out of my mother's womb on January 07, 1993 very bloody and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up to be a lovely young man, I mean lady. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm nice when you are too nice to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am friendly to people who are friendly to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But sometimes I don't feel to make friends with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just bare with me when times like that occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am down to earth and very conservative when it comes to my physical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I say some words that are too informal for a lady. But hey, I'm only fooling around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be too serious in life man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am God-fearing. Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just a simple girl with a simple Lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some say I'm maarte, Am I? :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do hope you'll enjoy reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A blog that merely consists of posts and events that happened in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/251831769627021751-6821109823702155512?l=oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6821109823702155512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/6821109823702155512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251831769627021751/posts/default/6821109823702155512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oncetherewasyouandme.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-me.html' title='It&apos;s Me.'/><author><name>Martlouise Fraulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483792423839319473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05D4oi1WdBc/Thnv03v_YRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dkCH_M_HPAg/s220/ako.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B83ifMgrg7Q/SmqX-t1NyZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4txj4aOzF4/s72-c/Kiss+ko+bah..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
