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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>LIFE LITTLE SECRETS</title><link>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-US</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>LIFE LITTLE SECRETS</title><link>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/cf/2d566f75df68738a75bb44295e8d46_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>BUHAY MALAYA...</title><link>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/buhay_malaya~2255169/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/buhay_malaya~2255169/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 07:14:26 +0200</pubDate><description>	
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;minsan isang makulimlim na hapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;huminto ako para mag-isip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;malaya nga kayang matatawag ang buhay ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kung sa tuwiran kong pagpapahayag nagiging pipi ang ilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kung sa pagsilay ng ngiti sa aking mga labi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;dulot nama'y pighati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kung sa paggawa ng kabutihan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;nakikita ng iba'y kasamaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kung sa pagsuot ng disenteng saplot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kalaswaa'y pilit sinisilip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kung sa taimtim na pagdarasal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;pilit na ginugulo ng kadiliman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kung ang kapiranggot na kaginhawaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;nakikita'y karangyaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kalayaan.. ano nga ba ang tunay mong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;kulay at kahulugan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/buhay_malaya~2255169/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/buhay_malaya~2255169/#comments</comments></item><item><title>STUPID EMOTION</title><link>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/stupid_emotion~2255158/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/stupid_emotion~2255158/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 07:12:38 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;when there is love, there is pain&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;but when love is gone, the pain remain&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;the ironies of love i cannot imagine&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;this might be real since i can feel&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;though i longed to be alone&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;inner peace is quite unattainable&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;but why am i still unfree?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;where is liberty and where is love?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;why i am still stuck in pain?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;why do it hurts still?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;when everything seems so real...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/stupid_emotion~2255158/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/stupid_emotion~2255158/#comments</comments></item><item><title>title-2255147</title><link>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/title~2255147/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/title~2255147/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 07:10:40 +0200</pubDate><description>	LETTING GO...
	

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN THE KISSES ARE DRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND WHEN SMILE IS FAKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN VOICES ARE INDECIPHERABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND HAPPINESS IS DEFEATED BY PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;LET IT GO THOUGH IT DEEPLY HURTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN TRUTH IS IGNORED AND LIES ARE EMBRACED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN PROMISES ARE FORGOTTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND LOVE IS LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;LET GO THOUGH IT DEEPLY HURTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN CARESS ARE NOT RECIPROCATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND PRESENCE NOT WELCOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN TEARS KEEP COMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND SMILES ARE SELDOM SEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;LET HIM GO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN TRUST IS BETRAYED AND SELFISHNESS ARISES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN THOUGHTS ARE WORTHLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND PASSION FADES LET HIM GO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;FREE YOURSELF FROM THE BONDAGE OF PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND GRADUALLY BID THE PAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;OPEN YOUR SOUL TO NEW BEGINNINGS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND TEACH YOUR HEART TO BEAT AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;(para sa iyo bhe! i love you...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/title~2255147/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/title~2255147/#comments</comments></item><item><title>TIME LOG</title><link>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/time_log~2255083/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/time_log~2255083/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 06:47:24 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;On Monday,&lt;br&gt;when I think of you,&lt;br&gt;I palpitate with glee.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Come Tuesday,&lt;br&gt;how I wonder&lt;br&gt;if you ever think of me;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;By Wednesday,&lt;br&gt;you are in my thoughts&lt;br&gt;while doing errands little,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And Thursday,&lt;br&gt;I often think of you&lt;br&gt;while munching peanut brittle.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;On Friday,&lt;br&gt;I think of you&lt;br&gt;before I get too busy,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And Saturday,&lt;br&gt;all this thinking of you&lt;br&gt;starts to make me dizzy!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;On Sunday,&lt;br&gt;keeping you in mind&lt;br&gt;seems the best thing I can do...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/time_log~2255083/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>time-log</category><comments>http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/time_log~2255083/#comments</comments></item></channel></rss>
