<?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-10156250</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:13:03.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><subtitle type='html'>there are paths we need to follow, the paths of life. but still LIFE IS WHAT U MAKE IT!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943976598954803453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10156250.post-110611067739169723</id><published>2005-01-20T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:11:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girl Poem&lt;br /&gt;A poem for us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shave my legs,&lt;br /&gt;I sit down to pee.&lt;br /&gt;And I can justify&lt;br /&gt;any shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to a barber,&lt;br /&gt;but a beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;I can get a massage&lt;br /&gt;without a hard-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can balance the checkbook,&lt;br /&gt;I can pump my own gas.&lt;br /&gt;Can talk to my friends,&lt;br /&gt;about the size of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beauty's a masterpiece,&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it takes long.&lt;br /&gt;At least I can admit,&lt;br /&gt;to others when I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drive in circles,&lt;br /&gt;at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;admitting I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget,&lt;br /&gt;an important date.&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta deal with it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch movies,&lt;br /&gt;with lots of gore.&lt;br /&gt;Don't need instant replay,&lt;br /&gt;to remember the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lose my hair,&lt;br /&gt;I don't get jock itch.&lt;br /&gt;And just cause I'm assertive,&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say to your friends,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I can get her.&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;I can do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are okay,&lt;br /&gt;But jewelry's best.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me you idiot...&lt;br /&gt;Not at my chest????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;With Expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I know when you're lying,&lt;br /&gt;You look at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T call me a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BABE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;or a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CHICK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Get it?, you DICK!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well....mae,jim and heidi read this!this is for us!hehehehe,nde ako gumawa ng poem na to, nde naman po kc ako poet noh, a friend forwarded this to me lng and i decided to post this para ishare!hehehehe!enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10156250-110611067739169723?l=complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/110611067739169723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10156250&amp;postID=110611067739169723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110611067739169723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110611067739169723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/2005/01/poem-for-us.html' title='A poem for us...'/><author><name>leya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943976598954803453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10156250.post-110610999095326484</id><published>2005-01-19T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T12:46:30.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flaw in women....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i got that article from a friend...and i think that it is really nice...it's so moving.hayyyy....please read the article that i posted. for the girls i hope it'll make u appreciate urself more!hehehehe...read on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10156250-110610999095326484?l=complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/110610999095326484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10156250&amp;postID=110610999095326484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110610999095326484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110610999095326484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/2005/01/flaw-in-women.html' title='the flaw in women....'/><author><name>leya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943976598954803453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10156250.post-110610973305542355</id><published>2005-01-19T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T12:42:13.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are women made of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;THE ONE FLAW IN WOMEN:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;By the time the Lord made woman, he was into his sixth day of working overtime. An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"   And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart-and she will do everything with only two hands." The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way! And  that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day.  Wait until tomorrow to finish."   But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick  AND can work 18 hour days."   The angel moved closer and touched the woman.  "But you have made her so  soft, Lord."   "She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no  idea what she can endure or accomplish."   "Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.   The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to  reason and negotiate."   The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's  cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."   "That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!"   "What's the tear for?" the angel asked.   The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her  pride."   The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing."   And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men.  They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness,  love and joy.They smile when they want to scream.  They sing when they want to cry.  They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They  fight for what they believe in.  They stand up to injustice.  They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have.They go to the doctor with a  frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies.  They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.  They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a  broken heart.   Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.  They'll drive, fly, walk, run  or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.  The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.  They bring joy, hope and love.  They have compassion and ideals.  They give moral support to their family and friends.  Women have vital things to say and  everything to give&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET WHAT THEY ARE WORTH.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10156250-110610973305542355?l=complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/110610973305542355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10156250&amp;postID=110610973305542355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110610973305542355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110610973305542355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-are-women-made-of.html' title='what are women made of?'/><author><name>leya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943976598954803453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10156250.post-110572832762437504</id><published>2005-01-15T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T02:45:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt; Love is like a butterfly,The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are NOT SO SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt; Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person." It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;/strong&gt; Never say "I love you" if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart Never look in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are MARRIED &lt;/strong&gt;Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry. Not "where are you", but "I'm right here." Not "how could you", but "I understand." Not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are ENGAGED&lt;/strong&gt; The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are HEARTBROKEN&lt;/strong&gt; Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are NAIVE&lt;/strong&gt; How to be in love:Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are POSSESSIVE&lt;/strong&gt; It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;/strong&gt; Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are STILL HOLDING ON&lt;/strong&gt; A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. Let go..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10156250-110572832762437504?l=complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/110572832762437504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10156250&amp;postID=110572832762437504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110572832762437504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110572832762437504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-my-friends.html' title='to my friends!'/><author><name>leya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943976598954803453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10156250.post-110572762750502073</id><published>2005-01-15T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T02:33:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch. When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch. When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch. Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me. When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch. The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid. It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be. I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it !!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;B = babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I = in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T = total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C = control of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H= herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10156250-110572762750502073?l=complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/110572762750502073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10156250&amp;postID=110572762750502073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110572762750502073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10156250/posts/default/110572762750502073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcomplicated.blogspot.com/2005/01/read-this.html' title='read this!'/><author><name>leya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943976598954803453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
