<?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-16675303</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:29:48.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rOsEy'S wOrLd</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuterosey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterosey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15354795189863425694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5194/1589/320/rosey.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675303.post-112800850852709748</id><published>2005-09-29T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:47:21.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you made me stronger</title><content type='html'>i wrote this article for INK, the official newsletter of UP IBA... i hope u will enjoy reading it. =p&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;YOU* MADE ME STRONGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 23, 2005&lt;br /&gt;9:58 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt; Hi! Long time, no see… It has been quite a while since I put you in the deepest part of my closet. Two months ago, all I could think about was put an end to everything. Back then, I never really thought that I could live a day without him. For one year and seven months, he WAS everything for me… My happiness, my sadness, my strength, my hope, my LIFE…&lt;br /&gt;  Suddenly, the ecstasy that I was feeling was put to an end. My heart was broken on the afternoon of July 8... I can vividly remember what happened that day and I even had nightmares about it. This day made me cry a river ‘til I felt numb deep inside.&lt;br /&gt; However, like everything else, my depression came to an end. I guess the old saying that TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS is true. I can shout to the whole world that I HAVE MOVED ON… I HAVE FINALLY GOTTEN OVER HIM. And that world includes you, my dearest diary. That’s why after a long while, I am now writing on you.&lt;br /&gt; I just want to share to you what I am feeling. It is like I have finally taken off a big weight from my shoulder. I have realized that he isn’t really that “perfect” guy that I thought he was. He is just someone who puts on a mask to impress everyone. But deep inside, he is a rude man that only a few people like me can see. He is not worth the attention or the affection that he gets from the people around him.&lt;br /&gt; I guess my being busy with something else also helped. I did not have ample time to think about him or what he had done. My mind was preoccupied with my academic works and extra-curricular activities.&lt;br /&gt; I do not feel anything anymore when I see him with his someone new. Although we are not friends, and I think we will never be, we are civil towards each other. For me, he is just someone whom I need to work with to pass my major subjects. JUST THAT… NOTHING MORE…&lt;br /&gt; I want to extend my gratirude to him. I want to thank him for giving me the strength that I, myself, did not even thought I could have. There is really a reason for everything. God closed a door for me but he opened a window. I had opportunities in front of me after our break-up. I suppose he is just my bad luck (joke!).&lt;br /&gt;It is now getting late. I need to sleep so that I can have full energy for tomorrow. Let me share to you the chorus of my favorite song for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You made me stronger by breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You ended my life and made a better one start&lt;br /&gt;You thought me everything&lt;br /&gt;From falling in love to letting go of a lie&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you made me stronger&lt;br /&gt;Baby, by saying goodbye”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv lots,&lt;br /&gt;Rosey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fictional Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's weird? 1st of all, i dont keep i diary... i really dont know if the above entry is valid. in addition, i don't what it's really like "moving on"... i haven't been in love... in short, barbero lang itong article n yn... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675303-112800850852709748?l=cuterosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuterosey.blogspot.com/feeds/112800850852709748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675303&amp;postID=112800850852709748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675303/posts/default/112800850852709748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675303/posts/default/112800850852709748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterosey.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-made-me-stronger.html' title='you made me stronger'/><author><name>rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15354795189863425694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5194/1589/320/rosey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675303.post-112659640452775319</id><published>2005-09-13T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:26:44.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is my first time to create a blog for myself. I have always wanted to create one. However, I didn't have the guts to make one since I am not that good in expressing myself. Kung hindi pa dahil sa isa kong subject (BA 191: Information Resource Management), malamang wala pa rin akong blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyweiz, hindi na ako masyado maka-relate sa kay Ma'am. Late kasi akong dumating. Galing pa kasi ako sa PHAN para sa aking Psych 101. =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masaya rin palang mag-blog... At least, kahit papaano, pwede kong masabi kung ano ang nasa loob ko nang hindi nakakadagdag sa noise pollution sa paligid. Ang daldal ko pa naman... hehe... =p&lt;/strong&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/16675303-112659640452775319?l=cuterosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuterosey.blogspot.com/feeds/112659640452775319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675303&amp;postID=112659640452775319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675303/posts/default/112659640452775319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675303/posts/default/112659640452775319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterosey.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-first-post.html' title='my first post...'/><author><name>rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15354795189863425694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5194/1589/320/rosey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
