<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955</id><updated>2009-10-12T21:15:42.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACQUIESCE</title><subtitle type='html'>pasencyahan n lang.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-3304514360108441844</id><published>2008-09-23T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:08:17.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tao nga naman'/><title type='text'>Mahirap ng Magsalita</title><content type='html'>Bakit me mga taong walang pakiramdam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman sa nagrereklamo ako pero me mga tamang oras sa bawat pagkakataon. Madali akong kausap, di ako mareklamo. Sa katunayan nga hanggat matitiis ko, titiisin ko dahil marunong akong umintindi. Lalo na sa mga tinuturing kong kaibigan. Di tayo pinanganak nun unang panahon pero siguro naman tumingin tayo ng pagkakaiba sa mga taong nasa paligid natin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sana kahit konting konsiderasyon. May mga taong matutulog at may trabaho pa kinabukasan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko naman sanang matulog ng mahimbing na walang pangamba.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-3304514360108441844?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/3304514360108441844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=3304514360108441844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/3304514360108441844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/3304514360108441844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2008/09/mahirap-ng-magsalita.html' title='Mahirap ng Magsalita'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-5121017750932801877</id><published>2008-07-14T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:06:59.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bidyo'/><title type='text'>SOP Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwN7nC1RzuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwN7nC1RzuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-5121017750932801877?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/5121017750932801877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=5121017750932801877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/5121017750932801877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/5121017750932801877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2008/07/it.html' title='SOP Trip'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-6075901890497494849</id><published>2008-07-13T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:03:29.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Must Read...'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You (the no-excuses truth to understanding guys)</title><content type='html'>by: Greg Behrendt &amp;amp; Liz Tuccillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE ALL DATING THE SAME GUY…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1)  He’s Just Not That Into You If He’s Not Asking You Out… because if he likes you, he will ask you out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  An excuse is a polite rejection. Men are not afraid of “ruining the friendship”.&lt;br /&gt;-  Don’t get tricked into asking him out. If he likes you, he’ll do the asking.&lt;br /&gt;-  If you can find him, then he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will.&lt;br /&gt;-  Just because you like to lead doesn't mean he wants to dance. Some traditions are born of  nature and last through time for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;-  “Hey, let's meet at so-and-so's party/any bar/friend's house” is not a date.&lt;br /&gt;-  Even if you live in New York.&lt;br /&gt;-  Men don't forget how much they like you. So put down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;-  You are good enough to be asked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2)  He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Calling You… men know how to use the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-  If he's not calling you, it's because you are not on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;-  If he creates expectations for you, and then doesn't follow through on little things, he will do the same for big things. Be aware of this and realize that he's okay with disappointing you.&lt;br /&gt;-  Don't be with someone who doesn't do what they say they're going to do.&lt;br /&gt;-  If he's choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a reccurring fight, then he doesn't respect your feelings and needs.&lt;br /&gt;-  “Busy” is another word for “asshole.” “Asshole” is another word for the guy you're dating.&lt;br /&gt;-  You deserve a fucking phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3)  He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Dating You… “hanging out” is not dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Guys tell you how they feel even if you refuse to listen or believe them. “I don't want to be in a serious relationship” truly means “I don't want to be in a serious relationship with you” or “I'm not sure that you're the one.” (Sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;-  Better than nothing is not good enough for you!&lt;br /&gt;-  If you don't know where the relationship is going, it's okay to pull over and ask.&lt;br /&gt;-  Murky? Not good.&lt;br /&gt;-  There's a guy out there who will want to tell everyone that he's your boyfriend. Quit goofing around and go find him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4)  He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Having Sex with You… when men like you, they want to touch you, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  People tell you who they are all the time. When a man says he can't be monogamous, you should believe him.&lt;br /&gt;-  Companionship is wonderful, but companionship with sex is even better. Call a spade a spade or, more fittingly, a friend a friend, and go find yourself a friend that can't keep his hands off you.&lt;br /&gt;-  Your lost self-esteem may take longer to find than a new boyfriend, so prioritize accordingly. l If you're tempted to spend countless nights just cuddling with someone, buy a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;-  There's someone out there that does want to have sex with you, hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5)    He's Just Not That Into You If He's Having Sex with Someone Else… there’s never going to be a good excuse for cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  There is no excuse for cheating. Let me say it again. There is no excuse for cheating. Now you say it. There is no excuse for cheating.&lt;br /&gt;-  Your only responsibility in someone else's lapse in judgment is to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-  Cheating is cheating. It doesn't matter whom it was with or how many times it happened.&lt;br /&gt;-  Cheating gets easier every time it's done. It's only hard the first time, when one feels the sting of morality and the guilt of betraying someone's trust.&lt;br /&gt;-  Cheaters never prosper. (Because they suck.)&lt;br /&gt;-  A cheater only cheats himself, because he doesn't get to be with you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5)    He's Just Not That Into You If He Only Wants to See You When He's Drunk… if he likes you, he’ll want to see you when his judgment isn’t impaired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  It doesn't count unless he says it when he's sober. An “I Love You” (or any semblance thereof) while under the influence of anything stronger than grape juice won't hold up in court or in life.&lt;br /&gt;-  Drinking and drug use are not a path to one's innermost feelings. Otherwise people wouldn't smash empty beer cans against their skulls or stick their fingers in fire to see if they can feel anything&lt;br /&gt;-  If he only wants to see you, talk to you, have sex with you, etc., when he's inebriated, it ain't love–it's sport.&lt;br /&gt;-  Bad boys are actually bad.&lt;br /&gt;-  You deserve to be with someone who doesn't have to get loaded to be around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(6)    He's Just Not That Into You If He Doesn't Want to Marry You… love cures commitment-phobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-  “Doesn't want to get married” and “Doesn't want to get married to me” are very different things. Be sure about which category he falls under.&lt;br /&gt;-  If you have different views about marriage, what else are you not on the same page about? Time to take inventory.&lt;br /&gt;-  If you don't feel like you're rushing, why are you waiting?&lt;br /&gt;-  There's a guy out there who wants to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7)    He's Just Not That Into You If He's Breaking Up with You… “I don’t want to go out out with you” means just that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-  You can't talk your way out of a breakup. It is not up for discussion. A breakup is a definitive action, not a democratic one.&lt;br /&gt;-  Breakup sex still means you're broken up.&lt;br /&gt;-  Cut him off. Let him miss you.&lt;br /&gt;-  He doesn't need to be reminded that you're great.&lt;br /&gt;-  He can take care of his cat.&lt;br /&gt;-  “Classy” doesn't “break into his answering machine.”&lt;br /&gt;-  There's a guy out there who's going to be really happy that you didn't get back together with your crappy ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(8)    He's Just Not That Into You If He's Disappeared on You… sometimes you have to get closure all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  He might be lying in the hospital with amnesia, but more likely he's just not that into you.&lt;br /&gt;-  No answer is your answer.&lt;br /&gt;-  Don't give him the chance to reject you again.&lt;br /&gt;-  Let his mother yell at him. You're too busy.&lt;br /&gt;-  There's no mystery–he's gone and he wasn't good enough for you. Our Super-Good Really Helpful Workbook We'd have an exercise if we really thought this guy was worth the time, but he's not. So take the afternoon off and go out and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(9)     He's Just Not That Into You If He's Married (and Other Insane Variations&lt;br /&gt;of Being Unavailable)… if you’re not able to love freely, it’s not really love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-  He's married.&lt;br /&gt;-  Unless he's all yours, he's still hers.&lt;br /&gt;-  There are cool, loving single men in the world. Find one of them to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;-  If a guy is yelling about his ex-wife or crying over his last girlfriend, try to find someone else to take you to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;-  Don't be that girl.&lt;br /&gt;-  You are not easily forgotten. Let him find you when he's ready.&lt;br /&gt;-  He's married.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(10)     He's Just Not That Into You If He's a Selfish Jerk, a Bully, or a Really Big Freak… if you really love someone, you want to do things to make that person happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs to know…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;-  You deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time. (You have to be nice to them, too.)&lt;br /&gt;-  There's never a reason to shout at someone unless they are in imminent danger.&lt;br /&gt;-  Freaks should remain at the circus, not in your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;-  You already have one asshole. You don't need another.&lt;br /&gt;-  Make a space in your life for the glorious things you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;-  Have faith. What other choice is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(11)     Don't Listen to These Stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sure. There are the stories. Guys that get pursued by some girl first and she ends up being the love of his life; the guy that treats this girl that he sometimes sleeps with like shit for a couple of years, but she keeps at him and now he's a devoted husband and father; the guy who doesn't call a girl that he's slept with for a month, and then calls her and they live happily ever after; the woman who is sleeping with the married guy who she ends up marrying and having a blissful long-term marriage with. We don't want you to listen to these stories. These stories don't help you. These stories are the exceptions to the rule. We want you to think of yourself as the rule. Thinking of yourself as the exception is what got you into this mess in the first place. Tell your friends to stop telling you these stories. Whenever you hear one of these stories, a story where some woman was treated badly but it all worked out okay in the end, just put your hands up to your ears and go “la-la-la-la-la!” You are exceptional, but not the exception!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-6075901890497494849?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/6075901890497494849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=6075901890497494849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/6075901890497494849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/6075901890497494849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-just-not-that-into-you-no-excuses.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You (the no-excuses truth to understanding guys)'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-8401017047976544081</id><published>2008-07-13T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T04:14:22.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only In......'/><title type='text'>Only in UAE</title><content type='html'>I have been taking pictures of some signs of WIT, or i'd rather say AT WITS END signs. And t'was fun..... of course, hindi rin patatalo ang Dubai sa mga ito.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222450099697504066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/SHnesimsT0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vcKG9ZHOIg8/s320/000_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; hmmmm. d kaya bastos toh para sa muslim country? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222451303498741602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/SHnfynHRd2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6UiSzjaxvKE/s320/000_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; magaling din sila sa mga short cuts.... ALMINUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222451800052547650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/SHngPg67QEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TpIjIrOKAYI/s320/100_0816.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; hindi kaya matagal un 1 oras nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222452113099843826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/SHnghvHN6PI/AAAAAAAAABE/jWmI3kQ9Zb8/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this sounds bad to me..... can anybody tell me what this means?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222452533029675922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/SHng6LeSo5I/AAAAAAAAABM/C3eDGBDplJE/s320/Ehco!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;masyadong umaalingawngaw ang toyota dito....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eto matindi toh.... tingnan ko lang kung makayanan nyo!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222453108834078578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/SHnhbsgwj3I/AAAAAAAAABU/52veUgRtIx4/s320/100_0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sa ngaun yan pa lang nakokolekta ko.... madami pa.... this won't be the last.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-8401017047976544081?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/8401017047976544081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=8401017047976544081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/8401017047976544081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/8401017047976544081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-in-uae.html' title='Only in UAE'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/SHnesimsT0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vcKG9ZHOIg8/s72-c/000_0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-868584404843760861</id><published>2008-07-13T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:47:19.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only In......'/><title type='text'>WHY I LIVE IN THE PHILIPPINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;Caution: this thing is intended only to entertain. Just got this from a good friend of mine. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;When I travel, people often ask me why I live in the Philippines ? Well here it is... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;It is the only place on earth where...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;1. Every street has a basketball court. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;2. Even doctors, lawyers and engineers are unemployed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;3. Doctors study to become nurses for employment abroad. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;4. Students pay more money than they will earn afterwards. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;5. School is considered the second home and the mall considered the third. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;6. Call-center employees earn more money than teachers and nurses. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;7. Everyone has his personal ghost story and superstition. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;8. Mountains like Makiling and Banahaw are considered holy places. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;9. Everything can be forged. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;10. All kinds of animals are edible. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;11. Starbucks coffee is more expensive than gas. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;12. Driving 4 kms can take as much as four hours. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;13. Flyovers bring you from the freeway to the side streets. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;14. Crossing the street involves running for your dear life. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;15. The personal computer is mainly used for games and Friendster. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;16. Where colonial mentality is dishonestly denied! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;17. Where 4 a.m. is not even considered bedtime yet. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;18. People can pay to defy the law. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;19. Everything and everyone is spoofed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;20. Where even the poverty-stricken get to wear Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger (fake)! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;21. The honking of car horns is a way of life. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;22. Being called a bum is never offensive. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;23. Floodwaters take up more than 90 percent of the streets during the rainy season. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;24. Where everyone has a relative abroad who keeps them alive. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;25. Where wearing your national colors make you baduy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;26. Where even the poverty-stricken have the latest cell phones. (GSM-galing sa magnanakaw) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;27. Where insurance does not work. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;28. Where water can only be classified as tap and dirty. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;29. Clean water is for sale (35 pesos per gallon). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;30. Where the government makes the people pray for miracles. (Amen to that!) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;31. Where University of the Philippines where all the weird people go. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;32. Ateneo is where all the nerds go. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;33. La Salle is where all the Chinese go. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;34. College of Saint Benilde is where all the stupid Chinese go and; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;35. University of Asia and the Pacific is where all the irrelevantly rich people go. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;36. Fast food is a diet meal. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;37. Traffic signs are merely suggestions, not regulations. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;38. Where being mugged is normal and It happens to everyone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;39. Rodents are normal house pets. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;40. The definition of traffic is the 'non-movement' of vehicles. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;41. Where the fighter planes of the 1940s are used for military engagements and; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;42. The new fighter planes are displayed in museums. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;43. Where cigarettes and alcohol are a necessity, and where the lottery is a commodity. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;44. Where soap operas tell the realities of life and where the news provides the drama. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;45. Where actors make the rules and where politicians provide the entertainment. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;46. People can get away with stealing trillions of pesos but not a thousand. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;47. Where being an hour late is still considered punctual (Grabe talaga 'to!) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;48. Where the squatters have more to complain (even if they do not pay their tax) - than those employed and have their tax automatically deducted from their salaries.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;49. And where everyone wants to leave the country! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FILIPINO SIGNS OF WIT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;1. The sign in a flower shop in Diliman called Petal Attraction. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;2. Anita Bakery &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;3. A 24-hour restaurant called Doris Day &amp;amp; Night &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;4. Barber shop called Felix The Cut; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;5. A bakery named Bread Pitt &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;6. Fast-food place selling 'maruya' (banana fritters) called Maruya Carey. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;7. Then, there are Christopher Plumbing &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;8. A boutique called The Way We Wear &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;9. A video rental shop called Leon King Video Rental &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;10. A restaurant in Cainta district of Rizal called Caintacky Fried Chicken &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;11. A local burger restaurant called Mang Donald's &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;12. A doughnut shop called MacDonuts &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;13. A shop selling 'lumpia' (egg roll) in Makati called Wrap and Roll &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;14. And two butcher shops called Meating Place and Meatropolis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;Smart travelers can decipher what may look like baffling signs to unaccustomed foreigners by simply sounding out the 'Taglish' (The Philippine version of English words spelled and pronounced with a heavyFilipino accent such as: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;15. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;At a restaurant menu in Cebu 'We hab sopdrink in can an in batol' [translation: We have soft drinks in can and in bottle].&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;16. Then, there is a sewing accessories shop called Bids And Pises - [translation: Beads and Pieces --or-- Bits and Pieces]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;There are also many signs with either badly chosen or misspelled words but they are usually so entertaining that it would be a mistake to 'correct' them like....... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;17. In a restaurant in Baguio City , the 'summer capital' of the Philippines : 'Wanted: Boy Waitress' &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;18. On a highway in Pampanga: 'We Make Modern Antique Furniture' &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;19. On the window of a photography shop in Cabanatuan : 'We Shoot You While You Wait' &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;20. And on the glass front of a cafe in Panay Avenue in Manila : 'Wanted: Waiter, Cashier, Washier.' Some of the notices can even give a wrong impression such as: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;21. A shoe store in Pangasinan which has a sign saying: 'We Sell Imported Robber Shoes' (these could be the 'sneakiest' sneakers);&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;22. A rental property sign in Jaro reads: 'House For Rent, Fully Furnaced' (it must really be hot inside)! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;23. Occasionally, one could come across signs that are truly unique - if not altogether odd. City in southern Philippines which said: 'Adults: 1 peso; Child: 50 centavos; Cadavers: fare subject to negotiation. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;24. European tourists may also be intrigued to discover two competing shops selling hopia (a Chinese pastry) called Holland Hopia and Poland Hopia - which are owned and operated by two local Chinese entrepreneurs,Mr. Ho and Mr. Po respectively - (believe it or not)! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;25. Some folks also 'creatively' redesign English to be more efficient. The creative confusion between language and culture leads to more than just simple unintentional errors in syntax, but in the adoption of new words,' says reader Robert Goodfellow who came across a sign .....HouseFersallarend' (house for sale or rent). Why use five words when two will do? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;26. According to Manila businessman, Tonyboy Ongsiako, there is so much wit in the Philippines because 'We are a country where a good sense of humor is needed to survive.' We have a 24-hour comedy show here called the government and a huge reserve of comedians made up mostly of politicians and bad actors.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;Now I ask you where else in the world would one want to live? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-868584404843760861?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/868584404843760861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=868584404843760861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/868584404843760861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/868584404843760861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-live-in-philippines.html' title='WHY I LIVE IN THE PHILIPPINES'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-1570866400282118716</id><published>2008-04-13T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T04:06:15.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ironically... That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>keeping up</title><content type='html'>i have deleted some of my posts. i guess i really have to move on with my life from now on. it will just be a reflection of my remorse which i do not want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life and i must go on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-1570866400282118716?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/1570866400282118716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=1570866400282118716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1570866400282118716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1570866400282118716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2008/04/keeping-up.html' title='keeping up'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-6507311001835828018</id><published>2007-12-30T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T04:16:15.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ironically... That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>Good bye 2007, Welcome 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess my 2007 wasn't bad after all... i have learn a lot of things.....&lt;br /&gt;.....tomorrow jan 1, 2008 my story will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay naku shopz.... kundi lang dahil sau di ako magsusulat... alam mo naman na ala akong katalent talent magsulat. hahahaha. ikaw lang naman ang nagbabasa ng blog ko eh. hehehe. at least you're there for me... always... and i thank you for that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this will be my new beginning.... kaliwali everything.... kaliwali the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'll start a brand new day, year for me to move on and let bygons be bygons.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-6507311001835828018?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/6507311001835828018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=6507311001835828018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/6507311001835828018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/6507311001835828018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-2881138427592843523</id><published>2007-08-19T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:17:04.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Forget Him</title><content type='html'>Forget his name&lt;br /&gt;Forget his face&lt;br /&gt;Forget his kiss,&lt;br /&gt;His warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;Forget the love that you once knew&lt;br /&gt;Remember he has someone new&lt;br /&gt;Forget him when they played your song&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you cried all night long&lt;br /&gt;Forget how close you once were&lt;br /&gt;Remember he has chosen her&lt;br /&gt;Forget how you memorized his walk&lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he used to talk&lt;br /&gt;Forget the things he used to say&lt;br /&gt;Remember he has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Forget his laugh forget his grin&lt;br /&gt;Forget the dimples on his chin&lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he held you tight&lt;br /&gt;Remember he’s with her tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forget the time that he went so fast&lt;br /&gt;Forget the love that moved, its past&lt;br /&gt;Forget he said he’d leave you never&lt;br /&gt;Remember he’s gone forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-2881138427592843523?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/2881138427592843523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=2881138427592843523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/2881138427592843523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/2881138427592843523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2007/08/forget-him.html' title='Forget Him'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-529688620182566584</id><published>2007-04-16T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:17:15.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of My Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Outta Love</title><content type='html'>Now baby come on&lt;br /&gt;Don't claim that love you never let me feel&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you brought nothing real&lt;br /&gt;Come on be a man about it&lt;br /&gt;You won't die&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no more tears to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take this no more&lt;br /&gt;You know I gotta let it go&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta love&lt;br /&gt;Set me free&lt;br /&gt;And let me out this misery&lt;br /&gt;Just show me the way to get my life again&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't handle me&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm outta love&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Baby that you gotta set me free&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said how many times&lt;br /&gt;Have I tried to turn this love around?&lt;br /&gt;But every time&lt;br /&gt;You just let me down&lt;br /&gt;Come on be a man about it&lt;br /&gt;You'll survive&lt;br /&gt;True that you can work it out all right&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the one to let you go?&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get over you&lt;br /&gt;The way you've gotten over me too&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my time has come&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stronger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-529688620182566584?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/529688620182566584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=529688620182566584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/529688620182566584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/529688620182566584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-outta-love.html' title='I&apos;m Outta Love'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-1300988849435047945</id><published>2007-04-16T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:17:23.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ironically... That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Friday the 13th! Never believed in such superstitions or been affected by that date. Not until last Friday the 13th of April 2007. I had an accident, not really a big one. Good thing it’s just a small one. I got hit by a Pajero. Mia and I went for a Friday mass at St. Mary’s when the accident happened. We were slowing down and looking for a parking. It was two-way traffic and I saw a vacant space on my left side. Without looking on my back I just turned my wheel on the left side and then this rushing pajero hit me. I was so shocked and I couldn’t think at that time. And then now… realizing that they had my mind believe it was my fault. Damn them. They are all Indians they are rushing off because they have a Christian service at that time and all their sound instruments are with them and they need it to be delivered. It was their fault: (1) they were rushing off (2) they are overtaking me on a two-way traffic (3) I think on that area where the accident happened it is not allowed to overtake (I’ll check on Friday if the traffic lines there don’t allow overtaking. Hehehehe. So I won’t feel guilty). Drivers here in UAE really drive me nuts. Can’t imagine how they can pass the driving exams with that kind of attitude, and being reckless in streets. Plus the fact, that those I encounter are Indians. No need to say anything about them, for sure most of the Filipino here in UAE knows what I’m talking about. Anyway, my lesson learned is that don’t be shocked when you’ll have an accident and be firm that you’re not wrong. But be sure you’re right. Hehehehe. And as much as possible keep away from those asshole drivers and there’s a lot here… Friday the 13th… for me it’s not cursed it’s just that I’m still lucky on that day coz’ nobody get hurt and I’m blessed coz……. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-1300988849435047945?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/1300988849435047945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=1300988849435047945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1300988849435047945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1300988849435047945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-364009766323737494</id><published>2006-12-26T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:47:05.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dreamed a 'lil too much for it to be true</title><content type='html'>i dreamed a 'lil too much&lt;br /&gt;                                    of days in the park that yields&lt;br /&gt;                                    great symphonies from the birds.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamed a 'lil too much&lt;br /&gt;                                     of silent moments&lt;br /&gt;                                     that breaks silence in itself.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamed a 'lil too much&lt;br /&gt;                                     of glorious love that should have been&lt;br /&gt;                                     but would'nt&lt;br /&gt;but 'twas thrilling...&lt;br /&gt;                                     yes it was...&lt;br /&gt;                                                               hope it will...&lt;br /&gt;and i'v been dreaming a 'lil too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     of a kiss&lt;br /&gt;                          that would take me to bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stirring of ice on cognac was my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      ,thought it holds and molds&lt;br /&gt;i want to wake-up...&lt;br /&gt;                              i want to wake-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'v dreamt of you enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-364009766323737494?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/364009766323737494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=364009766323737494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/364009766323737494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/364009766323737494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dreamed-lil-too-much-for-it-to-be.html' title='i dreamed a &apos;lil too much for it to be true'/><author><name>Vicente Disente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-1950991330305108503</id><published>2006-12-13T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:36:50.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flames to dust, lovers to friends, why do all good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- by jn..... thanks without permission. muahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-1950991330305108503?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/1950991330305108503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=1950991330305108503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1950991330305108503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1950991330305108503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/flames-to-dust-lovers-to-friends-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-6579363025778412030</id><published>2006-12-12T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:01:39.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if someone leaves you.... don't cry too much!! Huwag magmukmok!! Pero bago mo siya palayain... bulungan mo sya..."ako'y isang DyOSa.... pasalamat ka pinatulan kita... LAMANG LUPA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- by chix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-6579363025778412030?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/6579363025778412030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=6579363025778412030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/6579363025778412030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/6579363025778412030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-someone-leaves-you.html' title=''/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-7720483166093855974</id><published>2006-12-12T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:02:05.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"when someone does something wrong to you &amp; drove you freakin' mad... don't do the same, instead kill him w/ kindness... 'coz guilty feelings are always the nastiest revenge...!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- by chix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-7720483166093855974?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/7720483166093855974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=7720483166093855974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/7720483166093855974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/7720483166093855974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-someone-does-something-wrong-to.html' title=''/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-169788831905427504</id><published>2006-12-12T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T04:43:46.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ironically... That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>Everything but LoVe</title><content type='html'>Everything happens for a reason. And when we think of our past love, we may preceive it as a failure. But once we find a new love and get over with the past, then we will look at it as a lesson or lifes’ teacher. Love is a game…. It doesn’t really matter who will win or who will lost. But you should play it well, you should know where to stand. The important thing is that you know when to hold on and when to let go. Loving has their own part in our lives. Sometimes they go without admonition and sometimes they stay for a reason. When you love someone, you want that someone to be happy, even if their happiness means that you’re not part of it. It may hurt us for a while, but then we have to move on and go on with our lives. Everything happens for the best. And it brings out the strength within us. If the person you love doesn’t love you back, don’t be afraid to love someone else again, for you’ll never know unless we give it a try. And that involves risk in a good way. Love strives in hurting. If you don’t get hurt then you don’t learn how to love. Hurt is just the route to true love, it is there to test you, to help you grow in any aspect of love and life and to make you strong. But remember love doesn’t hurt all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say that “Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing.” This is really true…. You always fall for love. You will never know when it is going to happen or you are actually in the magic of it. You just fall as it is. But when things just didn’t work the way you want it like in the fairy tales we just have to move on and go on with our lives. Then it’s our turn to leave the past and turn the pages of our book, for the next chapter is waiting to be read. And it always left us reading, giving lessons in love and life and wanting us to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, it is so ironic that when we want to hold on to something we just need to let go. And when we want to let go, we need to hold on to it. Losing someone will hurt us, it will take some time to heal to be able to get back to our own feet again. To love is to risk rejections, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure, to dream is to risk waking up. Everything in our life is taking risks. To hold on to someone is to risk of losing him in the end. But we should take that risk because life is not a life without taking risks. To reach for someone involves a lot of risks, to expose your feelings is to expose your true self, to love is to risk not to be loved in return. We lose someone only when we are designed to find someone else who we can love and love us back even more that we can love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain. If you happens to fall learn to stand up again and face what path you’re going into. Love in a constant way…. Hold on to what you have , don’t be unfair to your love or to those who is loving you. Try to understand no matter what. Its okay to be hurt but don’t keep, there’s still someone out there waiting for you to be notice. And trying to be there whatever it takes. Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart and render us wounded or it could kill us our very own self but either way it can shape us into a wonderful soul that someone can love more than he can love himself. Loving is a wonderful feeling, it enthuse us to be happy and strong even after the hurt we’ve been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone means giving him the liberty to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. You have to give them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be. All you have to do is be thankful that he comes into your life. That he touched your life and helped you grow. You just need to accept and understand everything to be able to move on. Love and hearthaches comes hand in hand to mold us, they are there to form us into a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I always keep in mind… &lt;strong&gt;no regrets just lesson&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;---- Basta for me…. It’s not my lost, it’s his. Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-169788831905427504?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/169788831905427504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=169788831905427504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/169788831905427504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/169788831905427504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/everything-but-love.html' title='Everything but LoVe'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-5658550974150923918</id><published>2006-12-11T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:31:12.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O, No! It is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I always love how William Shakespear wrote everything about love.... It moves my inner passion for love and life... It sobs me to death but still keeping me alive...&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/8665710620160293955-5658550974150923918?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/5658550974150923918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=5658550974150923918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/5658550974150923918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/5658550974150923918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/william-shakespeare-sonnet-116.html' title='William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-2108031339101106852</id><published>2006-12-05T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T05:32:46.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/RXV08Qg5o5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdn9RFewkkE/s1600-h/ist2_483313_cheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005035139466109842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/RXV08Qg5o5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdn9RFewkkE/s320/ist2_483313_cheers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a Toast….to US…..For the men who have us, the LOSERS who had us, and the LUCKY guys who will meet us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8665710620160293955-2108031339101106852?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/2108031339101106852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=2108031339101106852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/2108031339101106852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/2108031339101106852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-toast.html' title=''/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__C6dUkjcZOM/RXV08Qg5o5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdn9RFewkkE/s72-c/ist2_483313_cheers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-6007163257860796838</id><published>2006-12-05T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T04:55:48.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>snippet from Romeo and Juliet</title><content type='html'>Goodnight, goodnight! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I should say goodnight till it be morrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-6007163257860796838?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/6007163257860796838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=6007163257860796838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/6007163257860796838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/6007163257860796838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/snippet-from-romeo-and-juliet.html' title='snippet from Romeo and Juliet'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-1953142874027377164</id><published>2006-12-04T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:11:25.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of My Life'/><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>on the bright side of life... i see the light shining on my way... loving my life more... Blessed be.&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, you'll gonna realize&lt;br /&gt;One day, you'll see this through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But then, i won't even be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Even if i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you don't really see my worth&lt;br /&gt;You think you're the last guy on earth&lt;br /&gt;But i've got news for you&lt;br /&gt;I know i not that strong&lt;br /&gt;But it won't take long&lt;br /&gt;Won't take long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someones gonna love me&lt;br /&gt;The way, i wanted you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someones gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;One day, i'll forget about you&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, i won't even miss you&lt;br /&gt;Someday, i know someones gonna be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i know you can tell&lt;br /&gt;I'm down and i'm not doing well&lt;br /&gt;But one day these tears&lt;br /&gt;It will all run dry&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to cry sweet goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-1953142874027377164?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/1953142874027377164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=1953142874027377164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1953142874027377164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1953142874027377164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/12/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-7822678893957574072</id><published>2006-11-29T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T04:26:48.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ironically... That&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7235/1057826003437535/320/488488/ShowLetter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need youhave expressed, or you want to convey. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionallyor spiritually, at the present or in the future. They may seem like a godsend and they are.Even they are the worst person you’ll ever met in your whole damn life. But still….they are there for the reason that you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at a inconvenient time, this person will say or do something tobring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walkaway. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. Sometimes its just not meant to be. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to moveon. Which we have to admit and accept. And that’s life. Somewhat a hellos and goodbyes. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7235/1057826003437535/320/534295/ShowLetter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has cometo share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or makeyou laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usuallygive you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7235/1057826003437535/320/959685/ShowLetter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must buildupon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to acceptthe lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in allother relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blindbut friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7235/1057826003437535/320/844797/ShowLetter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life,whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-7822678893957574072?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/7822678893957574072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=7822678893957574072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/7822678893957574072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/7822678893957574072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/11/people-come-into-your-life-for-reason.html' title='People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-202918439525281461</id><published>2006-11-29T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T02:52:50.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Isles of Greece - Don Juan</title><content type='html'>Place me on Sunium’s marbled steep, Where nothing , save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne’er be mine – Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-202918439525281461?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/202918439525281461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=202918439525281461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/202918439525281461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/202918439525281461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/11/isles-of-greece-don-juan.html' title='Isles of Greece - Don Juan'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665710620160293955.post-1282253534297611113</id><published>2006-11-29T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T02:45:53.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>Acquiesce</title><content type='html'>There is nothing wrong in knowing when to surrender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665710620160293955-1282253534297611113?l=isabelletheroux.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/feeds/1282253534297611113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665710620160293955&amp;postID=1282253534297611113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1282253534297611113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665710620160293955/posts/default/1282253534297611113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelletheroux.blogspot.com/2006/11/acquiesce.html' title='Acquiesce'/><author><name>theroux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06544608346028716188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05021011706899304394'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>