<?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-902713250134277611</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:15:51.545-08:00</updated><category term='coming back'/><category term='poem'/><category term='trust'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='EDSA Revolution'/><category term='God'/><category term='hoping'/><category term='broken hearted'/><category term='not giving up'/><category term='faith'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='true love'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='angels'/><category term='trials'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Ninoy Aquino'/><category term='falling apart'/><category term='belief'/><category term='trees'/><category term='parting'/><category term='love language'/><category term='pain'/><category term='search'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Cory Aquino'/><category term='Filipinos'/><category term='love'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='love song'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Feeling Mnemosyne</title><subtitle type='html'>Mnemosyne feels... Mnemosyne reflects on her personal life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-4554789497350105870</id><published>2010-07-25T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:42:35.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who compares to You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who set the stars in their place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You who calmed the raging seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That came crashing over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who compares to You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You who bring the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The hope of all the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is rest assured in Your great love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are magnificent, eternally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wonderful, glorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one ever will compare to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where the evening fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You call forth songs of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As the morning wakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We Your children give You praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-4554789497350105870?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4554789497350105870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=4554789497350105870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4554789497350105870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4554789497350105870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2010/07/magnificent.html' title='Magnificent'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-5162808419325018771</id><published>2010-07-20T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:25:38.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Past Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;I saw myself centuries ago, wearing a long black silk gown with my long, straight black hair down my shoulders... The gown was simple yet elegant and on my neck was a silver necklace with a cross pendant, the one he gave me before I left... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can still remember the day he gave me that necklace... How the wind blew our hair... How he smiled at me while showing it to me... How he put the necklace on me and how tight he hugged me... How I long for those hugs... How I long for that touch... How I long for that moment to happen again... Will he even remember me or am I just a piece of his forgotten past memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-5162808419325018771?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5162808419325018771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=5162808419325018771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5162808419325018771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5162808419325018771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2010/07/pieces-of-past-memories.html' title='Pieces of Past Memories'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-7874597818701911849</id><published>2010-01-11T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:11:30.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><title type='text'>Angels brought me here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been a long and winding journey, but I'm finally here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces, and walking back into the light&lt;br /&gt;Into the sunset of your glory, where my heart and future lies&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like that feeling, when i look into your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true, when i found you&lt;br /&gt;I found you, my miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, that you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Standing here before you, feels like i've been born again&lt;br /&gt;Every breath is your love, every heartbeat speaks your name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge 2]&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true, right here in front of you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge 3]&lt;br /&gt;Brought me here to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever grateful (oh forever Faithful)&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;Yes they brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;If you could feel, the tenderness i feel...&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-7874597818701911849?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7874597818701911849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=7874597818701911849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7874597818701911849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7874597818701911849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2010/01/angels-brought-me-here.html' title='Angels brought me here'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-5655604719425031780</id><published>2009-08-04T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:16:50.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDSA Revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ninoy Aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cory Aquino'/><title type='text'>Bye, President Cory Aquino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am one of the "EDSA babies" - the term they call those who were born in time of the EDSA Revolution in 1986. I am just 3 months old that time. I can still remember seeing her... Cory Aquino wearing yellow together with all the people holding each other - men, women, priests praying, nuns with rosaries - when a military tank came. It was like imprinted in my young mind. I'm 23 years old now and yet it was all clear to me... what all happened that day. It was called the People Power Revolution, the one who threw Marcos out of his throne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cory Aquino is the wife of the late Ninoy Aquino, a senator who actively oppose the Marcos government and said "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filipinos are worth dying for...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" He was shot at Tarmac Airport (now called, Ninoy Aquino International Airport) the moment the plane he boarded landed. Even though she was just a plain housewife, she accepted it wholeheartedly when people wanted her to run as a Presidential candidate. She did it for us, Filipinos... She fought for our freedom... democracy that Marcos took away from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And now, the democracy icon who is known to the whole world passed away... I can't help my tears fall upon hearing the sad news but at the same time, I'm glad that Cory and Ninoy would be reunited in heaven now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tita Cory, we love you... all Filipinos mourn for your passing. We're thankful that we have both of you - kababayans who are brave to fight for us. May you be reunited with Ninoy in heaven. Thank you for giving us this freedom we enjoy now. We'll take care of your legacy... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-5655604719425031780?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5655604719425031780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=5655604719425031780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5655604719425031780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5655604719425031780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye-president-cory-aquino.html' title='Bye, President Cory Aquino'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-276640382924678030</id><published>2009-06-22T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:29:30.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The Tale of Three Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Believe me, this is just a kindergarten story but when I've heard this story, it has strucked me, right to my heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!" The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Years passed and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" the first tree said. The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!" The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me." He muttered. With a swoop of his shining ax the third tree fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty ship was made that day. Instead, the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river. Instead she was taken to a little lake. The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Many, many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feed box. "I wish I could make a cradle for him," her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful," she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the King of heaven and earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So the next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/902713250134277611-276640382924678030?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/276640382924678030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=276640382924678030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/276640382924678030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/276640382924678030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2009/06/tale-of-three-trees.html' title='The Tale of Three Trees'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-1914994428158326231</id><published>2009-03-16T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:45:37.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scorpion Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An excerpt from Moments by Fr. Jerry M. Orbos, SVD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you sometimes feel like giving up loving? Do you feel like giving up your goodness? Please don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Take time to read this story. There was this Hindu who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him, but the Hindu said: "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up your goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if...  people around you sting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Moment with the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Lord, help me to love and keep loving in spite of hurts, and to hold on to the goodness within me. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/902713250134277611-1914994428158326231?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/1914994428158326231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=1914994428158326231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/1914994428158326231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/1914994428158326231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2009/03/scorpion-moment.html' title='A Scorpion Moment'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-259952584069063273</id><published>2008-10-26T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:48:18.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Accidents Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is what Drue told me... Yes, accidents do happen and it happened to us... and this is the accident that started it all... the funniest love story in my life but I can say the most serious love relationship I've ever had and here it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This year has been definitely the darkest part of my life... I was in financial crisis... there was a misunderstanding in the family... someone attempted suicide... my love life got so complicated... I ended up with a broken heart... depression came... things got so messed up... expectations not met... work greatly affected... then, I ended up with nothing at all... Yes, total nothingness... I almost lost it all... I even came up to a point that I wanted to talk to no one because I  believed no one can understand me anymore... even my family and my closest friends cannot... and I only talk to Him, God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanted to fix up my wrath life and I was looking for a new job. With a new environment, I could start a new life. This is what I've been telling myself after all that had happened. My boss from my previous work asked for my updated resume which later, I learned that her husband, my close friend and org mate which is like more of an older brother to me, sent this to his friend and another friend of mine, my co-officer sent my resume to her previous company where she worked part-time before, which is coincidentally the same company where also my other org co-officer works. Amazing, right? It's like magic... or perhaps I can say it's more like of a destiny... After a phone interview, I was hired immediately and was requested to start as soon as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From darkness came the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There, I slowly recovered. New environment, new set of friends... Whew! I can relax now... *Sighs...* That's what I wanted to do after a few months of turmoil in my life... There, I met him, my Drue... Actually, my friend who recommended me to the new work, was already matching us even if I haven't met the guy. She was building him up so much that I'd got curious why she was so persistent in matching us... then, I just ride in to their matchmaking fun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting too close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I never ever thought I'd find him there... It was so unexpected, too sudden but I'm glad that I did... I found Drue... His name is Francis Andrew but I loved etymology (Drue is a variant name form of Andrew)... I wanted to call him differently... or should I say I wanted to call him a special name. Here's a good guy I never imagined to have ever existed... This guy never failed to make me smile... He always make me feel better and I felt I've been so much loved and appreciated...  that whenever I'm with him, I could just be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That was the start of it all. We were just seated few inches from each other but we loved chatting thru YM... Then, phone calls and exchange of text messages also became frequent. At first, we learned to value each other as very close friends although I can feel that there is more than just friendship... Still, I just remained silent and waited for something to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's time for goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then, came a time when I needed to leave the new work too soon... I know that he doesn't want me to go yet he told me he'll support my decision. I was in great agony and it was getting difficult for me to leave Drue there but I needed to be firm with my decision and I did it... I needed to follow my dreams and do what I really wanted to do...  I resigned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My last day is nearing by... I can feel his sadness and it's tearing my heart apart to see him like that... He plays some sad songs and I know he wanted to say something to me... and I was right. He started telling I'm special and I made him remember the feeling of being loved and cared by someone... The feeling is mutual... I've already fallen in love with this guy and I was just waiting those words from him... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What If I tell you that I've fallen for you, will you catch me?"&lt;/span&gt; He had a hard time telling me these words but I was so happy that he already had the courage to tell me so... At last, I heard it from him and I could love him much better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, I'll catch you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best gift from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've never been this happy in my life... Drue always makes me feel special everyday in every way he can. Our day wouldn't start without a phone call or text message from each other. He would wake me up in the morning, tell me how much he loves me, remind me of things that I need to do... make me smile when he sees me sad... would bring me breakfast when I spent overnight at the office... encourage me when I needed the confidence boost... drive me home so that he knows I'm safe... hug me when I needed it the most... Could I ask for more? Here's the guy I always dreamed to be with... the guy I wanna spend my life forever... and I wish it would happen... Until now, I'm falling deeper and deeper in love with him... and everyday, we are getting more and more addicted to each other... and this is the best gift I've received from Him... when God sent Drue to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-259952584069063273?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/259952584069063273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=259952584069063273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/259952584069063273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/259952584069063273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/10/accidents-happen.html' title='Accidents Happen'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-3383923439674142798</id><published>2008-09-29T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:08:30.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will of the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I spent half my life&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the reasons things must change.&lt;br /&gt;And half my life trying to make them stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;But love would fade like summer into fall;&lt;br /&gt;All that I could see was a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;It made no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;The will of the wind, you feel it and then,&lt;br /&gt;It will pass you blowing steady.&lt;br /&gt;It comes and it goes, and God only knows,&lt;br /&gt;You must keep your sails on ready.&lt;br /&gt;So when it begins, get all that you can;&lt;br /&gt;You must befriend the will of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent so many hours&lt;br /&gt;Just thinkin' 'bout the way things might have been.&lt;br /&gt;And so many hours trying to bring the good times back again.&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes for lonely hearted fools;&lt;br /&gt;They let their days slip away,&lt;br /&gt;Until they give into...&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-3383923439674142798?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3383923439674142798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=3383923439674142798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3383923439674142798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3383923439674142798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-of-wind.html' title='Will of the wind'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-7848489327443055437</id><published>2008-09-28T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:45:57.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are those your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is that your smile&lt;br /&gt;Ive been looking at you forever&lt;br /&gt;Yet I never saw you before&lt;br /&gt;Are these your hands holding mine&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how I could have been so blind&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time I am looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the first time Im seeing who you are&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how much I see&lt;br /&gt;When youre looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what love is, love is&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be real&lt;br /&gt;Can this be true&lt;br /&gt;Am I the person I was this morning&lt;br /&gt;And are you the same you&lt;br /&gt;Its all so strange&lt;br /&gt;How can it be&lt;br /&gt;All along this love was right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time I am looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the first time Im seeing who you are&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how much I see&lt;br /&gt;When youre looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what love is, love is&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time ago I had given up&lt;br /&gt;On finding this emotion ever again&lt;br /&gt;But youre here with me now&lt;br /&gt;Yes I found you somehow&lt;br /&gt;And Ive never been so sure&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time I am looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the first time Im seeing who you are&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe how much I see&lt;br /&gt;When youre looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what love is, love is&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-7848489327443055437?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7848489327443055437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=7848489327443055437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7848489327443055437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7848489327443055437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-first-time.html' title='For the first time'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-5894638118716168219</id><published>2008-09-15T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:52:10.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Built to last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I dunno why this song keeps playing on my mind&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places,&lt;br /&gt;but never found someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose smile makes me feel I've been holding back,&lt;br /&gt;and now there's nothing I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our friends saw from the start.&lt;br /&gt;So why didn't we believe it too?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa yeah, now look where we are.&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no escaping it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the hills that night with those fireworks and candlelight&lt;br /&gt;You and I were made to get love right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are the sun in my universe,&lt;br /&gt;considered the best when we've felt the worst&lt;br /&gt;and most of all it's built to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-5894638118716168219?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5894638118716168219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=5894638118716168219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5894638118716168219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5894638118716168219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/09/built-to-last.html' title='Built to last'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-1223024079289940231</id><published>2008-08-13T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:58:25.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forevermore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please hear me out my friend&lt;br /&gt;I've something to say that's from within&lt;br /&gt;It's a last memory, try to think back&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those nights we shared&lt;br /&gt;All of those days you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you forevermore&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hold you just like before&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday, we might just find a way&lt;br /&gt;And we can love forevermore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I would have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;And you would still be mine&lt;br /&gt;But here I am crying all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the LOVE we shared&lt;br /&gt;All of the TIME you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you forevermore&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hold you just like before&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday, we might just find a way&lt;br /&gt;And we can love forevermore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me what should I do,&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lonely man,&lt;br /&gt;I need you again……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you forevermore&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hold you just like before&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday, we might just find a way&lt;br /&gt;And we can love forevermore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-1223024079289940231?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/1223024079289940231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=1223024079289940231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/1223024079289940231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/1223024079289940231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/08/forevermore.html' title='Forevermore'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-5602011823774985139</id><published>2008-08-08T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:24:46.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kismet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, how I wish he would sing this to me...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to take you for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Didn't mean to show I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Didn't mean to throw away this once in a lifetime of chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Being with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  And I'll drive for 2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  To bring Butterfingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  I don't mind the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This kismet's a dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This time I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  My everything forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Life doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Just our souls together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Pride no longer has room in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  On bended knees in public I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Your name for everyone to know that I love you, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Please hear me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  And I'll drive for 2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  To bring Butterfingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  I don't mind the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This kismet's a dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This time I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  My everything forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Life doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Just our souls together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This time I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  My everything forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Life doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Just our souls together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  And I'll drive for 2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  To bring Butterfingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  I don't mind the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This kismet's a dance(dance, dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This time I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  My everything forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Life doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Just our souls together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This time I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  My everything forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Life doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Just our souls together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This time I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  My everything....(my everything)..ooohh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  And I'll drive for 2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  To bring Butterfingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  I don't mind the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  This kismet's a dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-5602011823774985139?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5602011823774985139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=5602011823774985139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5602011823774985139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5602011823774985139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/08/kismet.html' title='Kismet'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-4812813985453312748</id><published>2008-08-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:02:26.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am alone in this empty room&lt;br /&gt;And let my mind just fly you to the end&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you still linger in my memory&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why my life is not that fair&lt;br /&gt;I could still recall&lt;br /&gt;Those memories of you&lt;br /&gt;The joy and all your laughter&lt;br /&gt;The love thast we've been through&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't believe you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' to myself for no reasons I could find&lt;br /&gt;Findin' out why everything went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Tears falling down my cheeks that&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to hold&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't know if I could still go on&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;The tears begin to show&lt;br /&gt;You said you cared for me&lt;br /&gt;But then you had to go&lt;br /&gt;And now I know you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to remember&lt;br /&gt;The things (we used to do/that we've been&lt;br /&gt;Through)&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear the songs&lt;br /&gt;The songs we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;'coz I don't wanna feel the pain in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't wanna feel the pain in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel, don't know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oohh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-4812813985453312748?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4812813985453312748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=4812813985453312748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4812813985453312748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4812813985453312748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/08/pain-in-my-heart.html' title='Pain in my heart'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-7981289748753037896</id><published>2008-07-27T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:35:11.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been quite a long run for me. I've been running and running as if I'm being chased by someone. I've been running, not knowing where direction I head to... All I know is that I needed to be somewhere... somewhere I would feel secured and loved. I needed to run away from all of them... the ones who hurt me... the ones who broke my heart... the ones who did these to me... Why did you ever have to come in my life? I thought you'll gonna make me feel better and make me feel loved... but what did you do? All of you just crushed my heart and now, it's all bruised... I don't understand why every time I turn my back from all of you and I started to make my way through my life alone, I'll just see you at the crossroad... then you'll bother about me again and here goes the history repeating itself... I'm already tired of running... Sometimes I just want to disappear and be born again with a different name, with a different identity, with a different me... I dunno if I'm gonna last like this forever... I'm growing tired of trying and trying.... of loving and hurting.... I just want to be numb from all the pain you've all caused me.... I just want to be happy but that happiness seems to be of out my reach yet... It's even far beyond my imagination... If you are one of them, do you know what I am talking about? Do you feel the pain you've inflicted on me? Do you know how much it affects me? Do you realize what you've done? Are you really that insensitive? I dunno if ever you're gonna read all of these but I hope someday you'll realize my true worth in your lives and how much you've really lost when all of you left me behind... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-7981289748753037896?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7981289748753037896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=7981289748753037896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7981289748753037896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7981289748753037896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/them.html' title='Them'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-8823033337046355875</id><published>2008-07-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:40:30.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been a week already when I made that difficult decision... I am letting go of him. It's better this way, I thought. It gave me immense pain as I've expected. I tried forgetting him and find it hard to survive each day as I lessen my communications with him. I cried each night and I wanted to be in his arms even if he's somewhere far... I love him but I've got no place in his life now. I wanted both of us to be happy but I just can't go on with our setup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When was the last time we were together? I think it's two months ago... and I miss him that badly. If I had just known that it would be last time I would be with him... I would have hugged him much tighter... I would have kissed him longer... I would have savored every minute that I've been with him the last time...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am I regretting? Yes, I am. I'm hurting so much. My heart's been bruised but doesn't he even know? I don't think so... I am just a someone in his life and I am nothing for him... As much as I want to think that he loves me too, I can't accept the fact that I just waited for nothing. All these months, I waited for the day that I would be happy with him but now, that happiness is lost already. It already ended and I was the one who ended it for good...I just wish that he's fine out there and he's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey, please don't worry about me, I am fine... Go on with your life without me... Take care of yourself and be happy. That's all you can do for me now. I love you, goodbye...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-8823033337046355875?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8823033337046355875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=8823033337046355875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8823033337046355875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8823033337046355875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-time.html' title='The last time'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-5541797052934319424</id><published>2008-07-18T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:06:26.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken hearted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling apart'/><title type='text'>The leaf, the tree and the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One busy day, I've got this text message which really caught my attention. It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Who should be blamed when a leaf fell from a tree? Is it the wind that blew it away? or the tree that let it go? or is it the leaf who grew tired of holding on?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You cannot blame the wind for blowing... and the leaf tried its best to hold on despite the wind is blowing it hard... I think the tree is the one responsible for the falling leaf. Why? If that tree has given enough nutrients to the leaf, the leaf will be much stronger and it will  be able to survive the wind even the wild storm... If that tree has been strong enough to support the leaf, the leaf has not fallen... and the leaf might have been holding on to the tree until now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's funny how this simple text message can relate to what's happening in my life now. Sometimes, love just aint enough... No matter how much you try stay in the relationship, with your partner... if your partner won't help you to work it out, it's useless. You would just find yourself starting to let go of him... The pain is too much that no matter how much you want to still hold on, the wind is blowing too hard and you're falling apart... and that tree won't do anything to support and help you... then you would prefer to let go of him even if you love him too much because the pain hurts like hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-5541797052934319424?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5541797052934319424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=5541797052934319424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5541797052934319424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5541797052934319424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/story-of-leaf-tree-and-wind.html' title='The leaf, the tree and the wind'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-8190056055698874776</id><published>2008-07-18T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:11:12.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;I know some day you'll need to find&lt;br /&gt;Something that you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't give you&lt;br /&gt;All these tears&lt;br /&gt;And like a light love disappears&lt;br /&gt;But hearts are good for souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;And memories are forever&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All in all I've no regrets&lt;br /&gt;The sun still shines the sun still sets&lt;br /&gt;The heart forgives the heart forgets&lt;br /&gt;But what will I do now with all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more kiss&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's come to this&lt;br /&gt;I'll close my eyes and make a wish&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All in all I've no regrets&lt;br /&gt;The sun still shines the sun still sets&lt;br /&gt;And the heart forgives, the heart forgets&lt;br /&gt;But what will I do now with all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Apart we'll make another try&lt;br /&gt;But don't be sorry if you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be crying too&lt;br /&gt;On this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All in all I've no regrets&lt;br /&gt;The sun still shines the sun still sets&lt;br /&gt;And the heart forgives, the heart forgets&lt;br /&gt;But what will I do now with all this time&lt;br /&gt;What will I do now with all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-8190056055698874776?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8190056055698874776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=8190056055698874776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8190056055698874776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8190056055698874776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-this-time.html' title='All this time'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-4458987665744648700</id><published>2008-07-18T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:02:46.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, when I hold you in my arms I promise you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna feel a love that's beautiful and new&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you even better&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever did before&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be in my heart forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, we're just too young to know&lt;br /&gt;We fell in love and let it go&lt;br /&gt;So easy to say the words goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So hard to let the feeling die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much I need you now&lt;br /&gt;The time is turning back somehow&lt;br /&gt;As soon as our hearts and souls unite&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure we'll get the feeling right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;And now we're starting over again&lt;br /&gt;It's not the easiest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling inside again&lt;br /&gt;"Cause everytime I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I know we're starting over again&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll love all the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home my lover and friend&lt;br /&gt;We are starting over, over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we never lived alone&lt;br /&gt;Then we might have never known&lt;br /&gt;All of the time we spent apart&lt;br /&gt;All we did was break each other's hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC TURNAROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hold you in my arms I promise you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna feel a love that's beautiful and new&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you even better&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever did before&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be in my heart forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're starting over again&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll chase all the rain away&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home my lover and friend&lt;br /&gt;We are starting over, over again&lt;br /&gt;We are starting over, over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-4458987665744648700?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4458987665744648700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=4458987665744648700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4458987665744648700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4458987665744648700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/starting-over-again.html' title='Starting over again'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-7503561901303410061</id><published>2008-07-18T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:35:18.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Even if</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if we lived in different times&lt;br /&gt;Even if the ocean left the sea&lt;br /&gt;There would still be you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the start of time&lt;br /&gt;You've had my love (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Even before i knew your name&lt;br /&gt;I knew your heart (oh girl)&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I always knew from the very start&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if we lived in different times&lt;br /&gt;Even if the ocean left the sea&lt;br /&gt;There would still be you and me&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world will disappear&lt;br /&gt;Even if the clouds will shed no tears&lt;br /&gt;Even if tonight was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;There would still be you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always been and you're always will be&lt;br /&gt;The only one (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Until forever the only girl (until forever)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never lie (ohh..)&lt;br /&gt;In the cold of a winter's chill&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here to live a part&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, giving all you need for all time&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts that belong together&lt;br /&gt;From the very start&lt;br /&gt;One love, now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-7503561901303410061?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7503561901303410061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=7503561901303410061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7503561901303410061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7503561901303410061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/even-if.html' title='Even if'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-2104930340370857178</id><published>2008-07-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:32:23.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Parting Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember the days&lt;br /&gt;When you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;Those laughter and tears&lt;br /&gt;We shared for years&lt;br /&gt;Mem'ries that we had&lt;br /&gt;For so long it's me and you&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;You left me all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, do what you want&lt;br /&gt;But please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;You'll break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what should I do&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't disappear&lt;br /&gt;These are the words that you should hear&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you girl&lt;br /&gt;I need you back to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;Baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need you&lt;br /&gt;You've been a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someday you'll be back home&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I really miss you&lt;br /&gt;Darling, please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someday you'll be back home&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I really miss you&lt;br /&gt;Darling, please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-2104930340370857178?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2104930340370857178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=2104930340370857178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/2104930340370857178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/2104930340370857178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/parting-time.html' title='Parting Time'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-8076917144264647080</id><published>2008-07-18T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:24:08.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>I am a Cactus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember someone special told me that managing love relationships is like taking care of plants... If you take care of the plants very well, they would grow healthy, bloom with flowers and later on, bear fruits. Just like in love relationships, if you give much love, care and attention to your partner, the bond between both of you will be stronger, helping you grow into better individuals. How ironic that he has been able to compare plants to relationships but what the hell is he treating me like this now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I am a plant and he will be taking care of me, I will prefer to be a cactus. Why? It's very simple. Cactus plants do not require much care and attention. They have sufficient supply of water for themselves and they can live alone in the desert despite of the very hot climate. I wanna be a cactus when he treats me like this... It's as if I don't exist... At least, I can still care for him even if he does not care for me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-8076917144264647080?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8076917144264647080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=8076917144264647080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8076917144264647080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8076917144264647080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-cactus.html' title='I am a Cactus'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-6732408133985118639</id><published>2008-07-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:52:51.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lying in my bed I find it hard to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you're thinking of me too&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to close my eyes I'm filled with thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;Even in my dreams there's none but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Let me say it one more time&lt;br /&gt;The words are deep inside&lt;br /&gt;This heart of mine has something to reveal&lt;br /&gt;That you're always in my pray'r&lt;br /&gt;And this time to you I swear&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I won't do for you&lt;br /&gt;I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends they say that I might fall in love deeply with you&lt;br /&gt;Would you care if what they say is true&lt;br /&gt;Never been like this before and never had a clue&lt;br /&gt;If this is love, I'm sure it's something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish you feel the same for me&lt;br /&gt;Baby when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;That's how you seem to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-6732408133985118639?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/6732408133985118639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=6732408133985118639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/6732408133985118639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/6732408133985118639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-care.html' title='I care'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-3437709376377113803</id><published>2008-07-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:30:29.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips of an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now.&lt;br /&gt;Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I've dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-3437709376377113803?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3437709376377113803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=3437709376377113803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3437709376377113803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3437709376377113803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/lips-of-angel.html' title='Lips of an Angel'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-857170651970587856</id><published>2008-07-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:57:21.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>After all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, here we are again;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it must be fate.&lt;br /&gt;Weve tried it on our own,&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside weve known&lt;br /&gt;Wed be back to set things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss was so brand new.&lt;br /&gt;Every memory repeats,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take retreats,&lt;br /&gt;Every journey always brings me back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;After all the stops and starts,&lt;br /&gt;We keep coming back to these two hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Two angels whove been rescued from the fall.&lt;br /&gt;After all that weve been through,&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to me and you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Forever you and me, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love is truly right&lt;br /&gt;(this time its truly right.)&lt;br /&gt;It lives from year to year.&lt;br /&gt;It changes as it goes,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on the way it grows,&lt;br /&gt;But it never disappears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always just beyond my touch,&lt;br /&gt;You know I needed you so much.&lt;br /&gt;After all, what else is livin for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus-repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-857170651970587856?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/857170651970587856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=857170651970587856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/857170651970587856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/857170651970587856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-all.html' title='After all'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-5704817041990804409</id><published>2008-07-05T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:39:34.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights off in this place&lt;br /&gt;And she shines just like a star&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I know her face&lt;br /&gt;I just don`t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Turn the music up in here&lt;br /&gt;I still hear her loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;Like she`s right there in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Telling me&lt;br /&gt;that she wants to own me&lt;br /&gt;To control me&lt;br /&gt;Come closer&lt;br /&gt;Come closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can`t pull myself away&lt;br /&gt;Under Her Spell I can't break&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can`t break myself no way&lt;br /&gt;But I don`t want to escape&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel her on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I can taste her on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Shes the sweetest taste of sin&lt;br /&gt;The more I get the more I want&lt;br /&gt;She wants to own me.....&lt;br /&gt;Come closer&lt;br /&gt;She says "come closer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can`t pull myself away&lt;br /&gt;Under Her Spell I can't break&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;And I just can`t break myself no way&lt;br /&gt;But I don`t want to escape&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come closer)&lt;br /&gt;(Come closer)&lt;br /&gt;(Come closer)&lt;br /&gt;(Come closer)&lt;br /&gt;(Come closer)&lt;br /&gt;(Come closer)&lt;br /&gt;(Come closer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop nooooo&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop nooooo&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop nooooo&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop nooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can`t pull myself away&lt;br /&gt;Under Her Spell I can't break&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can`t break myself no way&lt;br /&gt;But I don`t want to escape&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can`t stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can`t pull myself away&lt;br /&gt;Under Her Spell I can't break&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-5704817041990804409?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5704817041990804409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=5704817041990804409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5704817041990804409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5704817041990804409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-3596144498083873096</id><published>2008-07-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:35:15.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Pearl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;An excerpt from Moments (Reflections, Experiences, Stories, Thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;by Fr. Jerry Orbos, SVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know how a pearl is formed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A story I often borrow for weddings is the story of the pearl. The pearl is formed by a clam, two halves joined together as one. In the life of the clam, a grain of sand could come in, causing much pain and discomfort. But the clam does not give up nor split up. Instead, it envelopes that painful, irritating grain of sand with much patience, love and perseverance, till after some time, the very same painful, irritating grain of sand has become a precious pearl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-3596144498083873096?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3596144498083873096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=3596144498083873096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3596144498083873096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3596144498083873096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/pearl.html' title='The Pearl'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-8592172567675275220</id><published>2008-07-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:44:37.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on, girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it back,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want it back,&lt;br /&gt;I realize that,&lt;br /&gt;She don't know how to act,&lt;br /&gt;Never been a dumb dude no I'm not dense,&lt;br /&gt;I just had a slight lack of common sense,&lt;br /&gt;I was the good guy, she was the bad girl,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin one girl, she's thinkin me earl, james, and jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Yea she had plenty,&lt;br /&gt;But love for me she didn't have any,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I was inviting her into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;She was out riding in some other man's car,&lt;br /&gt;She was my nighttime, thought I was her star,&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see I'm strong,&lt;br /&gt;Won't take long for me to move on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry bout me I'm fine,&lt;br /&gt;(please don't worry bout me I'm fine)&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time,&lt;br /&gt;(only gonna play the fool one time)&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it back,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want it back,&lt;br /&gt;I realize that,&lt;br /&gt;She don't know how to act,&lt;br /&gt;Try to settle down and look what I get,&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was my time but I guess not yet,&lt;br /&gt;She's at the bar, gettin drinks from many men,&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the house, thinkin she's with her girlfriends,&lt;br /&gt;Just not knowin, truly not knowin,&lt;br /&gt;I look back now like man I was open,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I was inviting her into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;She was out riding in some other man's car,&lt;br /&gt;She was my nighttime, thought I was her star,&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see I'm strong,&lt;br /&gt;Won't take long for me to move on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry bout me I'm fine,&lt;br /&gt;(please don't worry bout me I'm fine)&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time,&lt;br /&gt;(only gonna play the fool one time)&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;The mistake I made is clear,&lt;br /&gt;We never should've been together,&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason you're not here,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can do much better,&lt;br /&gt;Not a single salty tear,&lt;br /&gt;Not a feeling in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm feelin no stress,&lt;br /&gt;I'm too fly to be depressed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl) go on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl) go on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry bout me I'm fine,&lt;br /&gt;(please don't worry bout me I'm fine)&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time,&lt;br /&gt;(only gonna play the fool one time)&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry bout me I'm fine,&lt;br /&gt;(please don't worry bout me I'm fine)&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time,&lt;br /&gt;(only gonna play the fool one time)&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl (go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl go on girl go on girl&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-8592172567675275220?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8592172567675275220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=8592172567675275220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8592172567675275220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8592172567675275220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-on-girl.html' title='Go on, girl'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-6081774002763777396</id><published>2008-07-04T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:39:55.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like a pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm lying here on the floor where you left me&lt;br /&gt;I think I took too much&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying here, what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch...&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your morphine, 'coz its making me itch&lt;br /&gt;I said I tried to call the nurse again but she's being a little bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get outta here, where I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill&lt;br /&gt;You keep making me ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't moved from the spot where you left me&lt;br /&gt;This must be a bad trip&lt;br /&gt;All of the other pills, they were different&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch...&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your morphine, 'coz its making me itch&lt;br /&gt;I said I tried to call the nurse again but she's being a little bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get outta here, where I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill&lt;br /&gt;You keep making me ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill&lt;br /&gt;You keep making me ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch...&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your morphine, 'coz its making me itch&lt;br /&gt;I said I tried to call the nurse again but she's being a little bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get outta here, where I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill&lt;br /&gt;You keep making me ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-6081774002763777396?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/6081774002763777396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=6081774002763777396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/6081774002763777396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/6081774002763777396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-like-pill.html' title='Just like a pill'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-7565390541234275286</id><published>2008-07-02T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:10:00.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Centre of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let my walk speak loud&lt;br /&gt;And my words be true&lt;br /&gt;Let my life be whole&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm stepping out&lt;br /&gt;From the comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of me,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom comes&lt;br /&gt;When I call You Lord&lt;br /&gt;You are Lord my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the centre of it all,&lt;br /&gt;The universe declares in awe&lt;br /&gt;Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all&lt;br /&gt;I make you&lt;br /&gt;The centre of my life&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I respond with all I am&lt;br /&gt;you placed in me the song&lt;br /&gt;Of heavens melody&lt;br /&gt;Your Majesty&lt;br /&gt;I live to sing Your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found Your peace&lt;br /&gt;It replaces any fear&lt;br /&gt;You have done it all&lt;br /&gt;I can trust in you&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stepping out&lt;br /&gt;From the comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of me&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your song not mine&lt;br /&gt;It is your song that bring healing to this land&lt;br /&gt;This is your song not mine&lt;br /&gt;It is your song that brings freedom&lt;br /&gt;Freedom comes, when I call you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Freedom comes, when I call you Lord&lt;br /&gt;You are Lord, my God&lt;br /&gt;You are the song&lt;br /&gt;You are the majesty&lt;br /&gt;I live to sing your song&lt;br /&gt;Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;I live to sing Your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-7565390541234275286?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7565390541234275286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=7565390541234275286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7565390541234275286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7565390541234275286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/centre-of-my-life.html' title='Centre of my Life'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-6207854300078980043</id><published>2008-07-02T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:40:48.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord I come to You&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart be changed, renewed&lt;br /&gt;Flowing from the grace&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve found in You&lt;br /&gt;Lord I’ve come to know&lt;br /&gt;The weaknesses I see in me&lt;br /&gt;Will be stripped away&lt;br /&gt;By the power of Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ chorus ~&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Let Your love surround me&lt;br /&gt;Bring me near&lt;br /&gt;Draw me to Your side&lt;br /&gt;And as I wait&lt;br /&gt;I’ll rise up like the eagle&lt;br /&gt;And I will soar with You&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit leads me on&lt;br /&gt;In the power of Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord unveil my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let me see You face to face&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge of Your love&lt;br /&gt;As You live in me&lt;br /&gt;Lord renew my mind&lt;br /&gt;As Your will unfolds in my life&lt;br /&gt;In living every day&lt;br /&gt;By the power of Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus twice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will soar with You&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit leads me on&lt;br /&gt;In the power of Your love&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-8510427878399561124</id><published>2008-07-01T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:12:26.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love language'/><title type='text'>Five Love Languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are the five love languages accdg. to Dr. Gary Chapman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words of Affirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain once said “I can live for two months on a good compliment.”  Verbal appreciation speaks powerfully to persons whose primary Love Language is “Words of Affirmation.”  Simple statements, such as, “You look great in that suit,” or “You must be the best baker in the world! I love your oatmeal cookies,” are sometimes all a person needs to hear to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from verbal compliments, another way to communicate through “Words of Affirmation” is to offer encouragement.  Here are some examples: reinforcing a difficult decision; calling attention to progress made on a current project; acknowledging a person’s unique perspective on an important topic. If a loved one listens for “Words of Affirmation,” offering encouragement will help him or her to overcome insecurities and develop greater confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quality Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality time is more than mere proximity. It’s about focusing all your energy on your mate. A husband watching sports while talking to his wife is NOT quality time. Unless all of your attention is focused on your mate, even an intimate dinner for two can come and go without a minute of quality time being shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality conversation is very important in a healthy relationship. It involves sharing experiences, thoughts, feelings and desires in a friendly, uninterrupted context. A good mate will not only listen, but offer advice and respond to assure their mate they are truly listening. Many mates don’t expect you to solve their problems. They need a sympathetic listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important aspect of quality conversation is self-revelation. In order for you to communicate with your mate, you must also be in tune with your inner emotions. It is only when you understand your emotions and inner feelings will you then be able to share quality conversation, and quality time with your mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality activities are a very important part of quality time. Many mates feel most loved when they spend physical time together, doing activities that they love to do. Spending time together will bring a couple closer, and, in the years to come, will fill up a memory bank that you can reminisce about in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s sitting on the couch and having a brief conversation or playing together in a tennis league, quality time is a love language that is shared by many. Setting aside focused time with your mate will ensure a happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Receiving Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mates respond well to visual symbols of love. If you speak this love language, you are more likely to treasure any gift as an expression of love and devotion. People who speak this love language often feel that a lack of gifts represents a lack of love from their mate. Luckily, this love language is one of the easiest to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to become an effective gift giver, many mates will have to learn to change their attitude about money. If you are naturally a spender, you will have no trouble buying gifts for your mate. However, a person who is used to investing and saving their money may have a tough time adjusting to the concept of spending money as an expression of love. These people must understand that you are investing the money not in gifts, but in deepening your relationship with your mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of self is an important symbol of love. Sometimes all your mate desires is for someone to be there for them, going through the same trials and experiencing the same things. Your body can become a very powerful physical symbol of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These gifts need not to come every day, or even every week. They don’t even need to cost a lot of money. Free, frequent, expensive, or rare, if your mate relates to the language of receiving gifts, any visible sign of your love will leave them feeling happy and secure in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes simple chores around the house can be an undeniable expression of love. Even simple things like laundry and taking out the trash require some form of planning, time, effort, and energy. Just as Jesus demonstrated when he washed the feet of his disciples, doing humble chores can be a very powerful expression of love and devotion to your mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, both pairs in a couple will speak to the Acts of Service Language. However, it is very important to understand what acts of service your mate most appreciates. Even though couples are helping each other around the house, couples will still fight because the are unknowingly communicating with each other in two different dialects. For example, a wife may spend her day washing the cars and walking the dog, but if her husband feels that laundry and dishes are a superior necessity, he may feel unloved, despite the fact that his wife did many other chores throughout the day. It is important to learn your mate’s dialect and work hard to understand what acts of service will show your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to do these acts of service out of love and not obligation. A mate who does chores and helps out around the house out of guilt or fear will inevitably not be speaking a language of love, but a language of resentment. It’s important to perform these acts out of the kindness of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrating the acts of service can mean stepping out of the stereotypes. Acts of service require both mates to humble themselves into doing some chores and services that aren’t usually expected from their gender. However, these little sacrifices will mean the world to your mate, and will ensure a happy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many mates feel the most loved when they receive physical contact from their partner. For a mate who speaks this love language loudly, physical touch can make or break the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual intercourse makes many mates feel secure and loved in a marriage. However, it is only one dialect of physical touch. Many parts of the body are extremely sensitive to stimulation. It is important to discover how your partner not only physically responds but also psychologically responds to these touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to learn how your mate speaks the physical touch language. Some touches are irritating and uncomfortable for your mate. Take the time to learn the touches your mate likes. They can be big acts, such as back massages or lovemaking, or little acts such as touches on the cheek or a hand on the shoulder. It’s important to learn how your mate responds to touch. That is how you will make the most of this love language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All marriages will experience crisis. In these cases, physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to remember that this love language is different for everyone. What type of touch makes you feel secure is not necessarily what will make your partner happy. It is important to learn each other’s dialects. That way you can make the most of your hugging, kissing, and other physical contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have assessed myself and it turns out that my primary love language is quality time and my secondary love language is physical touch. What love language are you? ^_~ Assess yourself now thru this &lt;a href="http://www.nilesmc.org/Content/10076/98030.pdf"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-8510427878399561124?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8510427878399561124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=8510427878399561124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/8510427878399561124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;You have been so much a part of me&lt;br /&gt;(and if you'll go)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know what to do&lt;br /&gt;How can I carry on my way&lt;br /&gt;The memories&lt;br /&gt;When all that is left is the pain of my history&lt;br /&gt;Why should I live my life today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live out on my own&lt;br /&gt;And just forget the love you've always shown&lt;br /&gt;And accept the fate of my condition&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever go&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go out my way&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;For we can still go on&lt;br /&gt;And make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who gave love to me&lt;br /&gt;(And don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;You are my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live out on my own&lt;br /&gt;(I can't do anything at all)&lt;br /&gt;And just forget the love you've always shown&lt;br /&gt;And accept the fate of my condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever go&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go out my way&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;For we can still go on&lt;br /&gt;And make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go out my way&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;For we can still go on&lt;br /&gt;And make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just say you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never go away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-6507951835078685484?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/6507951835078685484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=6507951835078685484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/6507951835078685484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/6507951835078685484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-youll-never-go.html' title='Say you&apos;ll never go'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-5996846261653796404</id><published>2008-06-27T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:46:56.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><title type='text'>The Search for True Love</title><content type='html'>As I search for true love to come, I always find myself getting hurt in the process... I always give my best for it to work out, ending up with nothing at all. I always wanted to be happy because I believe I deserve to be... but I guess happiness is not for me. Maybe, it's just not meant to be... Maybe, I wished too hard that true love would come to me... I expected too much that I just wanted the feeling of someone is loving me. I'm tired already of hoping that someday the right one that they're talking about would find me... that his love would find a way to my heart... but each time I try to find him, I fail... and my heart is broken apart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-5996846261653796404?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5996846261653796404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=5996846261653796404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5996846261653796404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5996846261653796404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/search-for-true-love.html' title='The Search for True Love'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-3824716893833504773</id><published>2008-06-23T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:44:19.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><title type='text'>At the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                  We were strangers starting out on our journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never dreaming what we'd have to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now here we are and I'm suddenly standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one told me I was going to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unexpected what you did to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I lost hope you were there to remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And Life is a road and I want to keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love is a river I want to keep flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is a road now and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Wonderful journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll be there whenthe storm is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We were strangers on a crazy adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never dreaming how our dreams would come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now here we stand unafraid of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like me alone in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know that my dream will live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-3824716893833504773?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3824716893833504773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=3824716893833504773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3824716893833504773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3824716893833504773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-beginning.html' title='At the beginning'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-4786865304991622742</id><published>2008-06-11T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:11:02.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not giving up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>That's the way it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I can read your mind and I know your story&lt;br /&gt;I see what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;It's an uphill climb, and I'm feeling sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I know it will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't surrender 'cause you can win&lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you question me for a simple answer&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, no&lt;br /&gt;But it's plain to see, if you stick together&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find a way, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't surrender 'cause you can win&lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is empty with no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And loneliness starts to call&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't worry, forget your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love's gonna conquer it all, all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is, babe&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-4786865304991622742?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4786865304991622742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=4786865304991622742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4786865304991622742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4786865304991622742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-way-it-is.html' title='That&apos;s the way it is'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-806590525618159070</id><published>2008-06-11T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:06:25.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Gotta go my own way</title><content type='html'>[ Gabriella: ] (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ] Troy&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ] Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout us&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem right these days&lt;br /&gt;Life keeps getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we try some how the plan&lt;br /&gt;Is always rearranged&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say&lt;br /&gt;but I've gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;You'll be ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus:(Gabriella) ]&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this world someday,&lt;br /&gt;but at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way (my own way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to leave it all behind,&lt;br /&gt;but I get my hopes up,&lt;br /&gt;and I watch them fall everytime&lt;br /&gt;Another color turns to grey,&lt;br /&gt;and it's just too hard to watch it all&lt;br /&gt;Slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving today 'cause&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;You'll be ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus:(Gabriella) ]&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this world someday,&lt;br /&gt;but at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Troy: ]&lt;br /&gt;What about us?&lt;br /&gt;What about everything we've been through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;What about trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Troy: ]&lt;br /&gt;You know I never wanted to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;And what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Troy: ]&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Both: ]&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;ooh oh...Soo I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Troy: ]&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;I just don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Troy: ]&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this world someday,&lt;br /&gt;but at least for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Troy: ]&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go my own way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Troy: ]&lt;br /&gt;What about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;I just don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Troy: ]&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gabriella: ]&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in&lt;br /&gt;this world someday (world someday)&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go my own way&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go my own way&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go... my own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-806590525618159070?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/806590525618159070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=806590525618159070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/806590525618159070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/806590525618159070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/gotta-go-my-own-way.html' title='Gotta go my own way'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-2171085882987488092</id><published>2008-06-10T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:14:15.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken hearted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>All I wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A poem I've written for someone few years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wanted to hug him but he wanted me to go away&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be with him but he kept ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay with him but he drove me away&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to live with him but he kept hurting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ease the pain he was giving me but he was my cure&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run away from him but he was my shelter&lt;br /&gt;I wanted let go of him but he was my happiness&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to live without him but he was my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to love him&lt;br /&gt;But he did not love me like the way I did&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to leave him&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted him to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost without him&lt;br /&gt;But I needed to survive alone&lt;br /&gt;I wanted him so badly&lt;br /&gt;But I needed to be strong alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurting&lt;br /&gt;But I needed to leave him&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go back&lt;br /&gt;But I needed to love myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurting&lt;br /&gt;So let go&lt;br /&gt;I was suffering&lt;br /&gt;So break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to leave him&lt;br /&gt;But I really love him&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to forget him&lt;br /&gt;But my mind was thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to let go of him&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to be with him&lt;br /&gt;It was painful to bear&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I just want to love him&lt;br /&gt;But he does not really love me&lt;br /&gt;He does not make me feel important&lt;br /&gt;He does not want to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-2171085882987488092?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2171085882987488092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=2171085882987488092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/2171085882987488092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/2171085882987488092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-i-wanted.html' title='All I wanted'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-617029831669821800</id><published>2008-06-10T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:15:48.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Show me your eyes that tell me you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears and hear my stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how much you miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight, darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel that you care for me&lt;br /&gt;Show me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, baby, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-617029831669821800?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/617029831669821800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=617029831669821800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/617029831669821800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/617029831669821800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-3381630121800171480</id><published>2008-05-29T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:17:09.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember the first day when I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Remember the first day when you smiled at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You stepped to me and then you said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I was the woman you dreamed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Remember the first day when you called my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Remember the first day when you took me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; we had butterflies although we tried to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and we both had a beautiful night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The way we held each others hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the way we talked, the way we laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it felt so good to find true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I knew right then and there you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ohhhhhh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause told me so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When he stares at me you see he cares for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You see how he is so deep in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause its obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause its me he trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and he's missing me if he's not kissing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and when he looks at me his brown eyes tell it so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Remember the first day, the first day we kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Remember the first day we had an argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; we apologized and then we compromised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and we've haven't argued since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Remember the first day we stopped playing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Remember the first day you fell in love with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it felt so good for you to say those words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cause I felt the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The way we held each other's hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the way we talked, the way we laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it felt so good to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and I knew right there and then that you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves cause he told me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When he stares at me you see he cares for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You see how he is so deep in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause it's obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause it's me he trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and he's missing me if he's not kissing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and when he looks at me his brown eyes tell it so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm so happy, so happy that your in my my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and baby now that your apart of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you've showed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; showed me the true meaning of love(the true meaning of love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and I know he loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause he told me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When he stares at me you see he cares for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You see how he is so deep in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause it's obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know that he loves me cause it's me he trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and he's missing me if he's not kissing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and when he looks at me his brown eyes tell it so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-3381630121800171480?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3381630121800171480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=3381630121800171480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3381630121800171480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/3381630121800171480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/05/brown-eyes.html' title='Brown Eyes'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-7622776654144850222</id><published>2008-05-08T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:04:18.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Me I'm Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don’t know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But when I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I felt something that seems so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You’ve got yours I’ve got mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I think I’m losing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause I shouldn’t feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I don’t know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can something so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feel so right all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can time be so wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; For love to come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can love let it go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; When it has no place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I can't go along pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that love is in here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; catch me im falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; If I could just walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Without you from day to day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I would die just thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I think that we’ll never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; More than friends, you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But why do I feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I don’t know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can something so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feel so right all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can time be so wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; For love to come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Maybe someday I’ll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Why love did this to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause I can’t go along,pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That love is in here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And is it  wrong for me to feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause I don’t know what to do without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I’M FALLING FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can something so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feel so right all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Catch me, I'm falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-7622776654144850222?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7622776654144850222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=7622776654144850222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7622776654144850222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7622776654144850222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/05/catch-me-im-falling.html' title='Catch Me I&apos;m Falling'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-186469150334720854</id><published>2008-05-07T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:48:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If ever you're in my arms again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It all came so easy, all the loving you gave me &lt;br /&gt;The feelings we shared, and I still can remember &lt;br /&gt;How your touch was so tender, it told me you cared &lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't see, until it was gone &lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime, may be too much to ask &lt;br /&gt;But I swear from now on     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again &lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you much better &lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again &lt;br /&gt;This time I'll hold you forever &lt;br /&gt;This time will never end     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I'm seeing clearly &lt;br /&gt;How I still need you near me &lt;br /&gt;I still love you so &lt;br /&gt;There's something between us &lt;br /&gt;That won't ever leave us &lt;br /&gt;There's no letting go &lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;But I just didn't know it &lt;br /&gt;Till my life fell apart &lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;Isn't too much to ask &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I swear from the heart     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chorus   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The best of romances,&lt;br /&gt;deserve second chances &lt;br /&gt;I'll get to you somehow &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I promise now   &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/902713250134277611-186469150334720854?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/186469150334720854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=186469150334720854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/186469150334720854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/186469150334720854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-ever-youre-in-my-arms-again.html' title='If ever you&apos;re in my arms again'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-2890477205483280096</id><published>2008-04-27T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:46:17.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Singles' Encounter Weekend No. 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cherrieanndomingo.com/images/se12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px;" src="http://www.cherrieanndomingo.com/images/se12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so much touched by God until I met them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the past few days, I've been not myself anymore. I've been trying to be ok yet it still hurts so much inside... like my heart is going to burst into tiny pieces... I'm so happy God has given me many true friends that I could count on through thick and thin. They help me to move on and fix my broken life... One of them encouraged me to join her on a retreat held last April 18-20, 2008 in Sienna Retreat House, San Jose del Monte City, Bulacan then my life started to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Struggling to make the journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a busy Friday and the work load for the day really burned me out. My team lead for tech support was on leave too. That day was so miserable. My friend already called me,  telling me that we were running late for the retreat and yet, I'm the midst of a rush task. I rushed, trying to finish everything before I leave but I really lack the time. I just left my work and almost fly to her apartment to fetch her. It's difficult to have a ride - either by cab or jeepney. I was already losing my patience as I wait in Ayala Avenue for almost an hour. After fetching my friend, we hurried to the MRT and went to Ortigas where her parents were already waiting to drive us to the retreat house. When we arrived at Gate-2, it was 9.30 pm and we needed to wait for another hour for someone to lead us to the other gate because it is already locked... At last, we arrived but we missed the first session...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chosen ones of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There, I met them, the chosen ones of God... All in all, we were 13 candidates for Singles' Encounter Weekend 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"computer geek"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine Xyza San Miguel aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"reyna ng sablay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhea Diaz aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"obsessive complusive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madel Roxas aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"happy person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christine Aguilar&lt;br /&gt;Mariz Lazaro aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kikay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Janina Charise Bautista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aka  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"baby chef"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lui Pacheco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"rehab boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ron Roxas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"matakaw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jayson Rivera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"baluktot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Raymond Ramirez&lt;br /&gt;Dexter Anguac&lt;br /&gt;Juan Paolo Lleno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know thy self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In that retreat, I began to discover myself again... I've known the different masks that I wear for me to be acceptable by other people. During those sessions, I can't help but cry with all the things that I've realized. I let go of pain, anger, rejection, fear and other emotions and I felt so much better now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth shall set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The truth really hurts but one must accept it to be free. I've become to realize that I've been only pretending  most of the time to please everybody. I would start moving all the masks and be true to myself. Now, I've opened up my eyes to the reality that when you love, you would also get hurt...  and you need to love yourself first before loving others. Respect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The start of something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is nice to know that there are people caring for you. God uses other people as instruments for us to find the true meaning of life. Everyday, the SE 12 group would send group messages to each other - share what they feel, their problems and achievements. There is a sense of belongingness that they let me feel even if we're all separated by distance. We long for each other's presence and our bonding last retreat was quite strong that even if we are faced with difficult challenges in life, we could surpass them all with the help of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-2890477205483280096?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2890477205483280096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=2890477205483280096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/2890477205483280096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/2890477205483280096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/04/singles-encounter-weekend-no-12.html' title='Singles&apos; Encounter Weekend No. 12'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-7932010417658013091</id><published>2008-04-27T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:54:09.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 13:4-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Love never fails." - 1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've known these biblical verses ever since I was in grade school... Only now, I have fully understood its true meaning...True love is really difficult to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember the time when I was supposed meet my ex-bf before. He told me to meet him at the the train station... His mobile phone could not be reached when I have attempted to call him as I was standing there for 2 hours already. Then, I have decided to call him at their house. I found out that he just woke up. I've already been waiting for hours... *Sighs...* It took him 1 hour to prepare himself and another 2 hours to go to where I am... total of 5 hours all in all. I've still managed to wait for him even though I really wanna shout at him for being late and making me wait all the time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He often hurts me with his words and his actions... He does not appreciate a bit of me and I feel I'm not treasured at all... He's bad to me, as they say to me, but I loved him so much that I didn't want to leave him before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna get angry every time he does it to me... Whenever I try to fix things for both of us, he'll just walk away and I would just run after him, even if the reason of all the arguments is just simple. But I really loved him that time, I always run after him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The truth hurts but it shall set you free... When my ex-bf told me he wants to broke up with me, my tears can't help but fall... Here was the guy I have loved more than I have even loved myself and he wanted his freedom. It really hurts and the pain was great, but it is the truth.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have always wished that he would fetch me from school and the office, but he was not like that. He preferred being with his group of friends and always entrusting other people to take care of me. I envied those girls with those type of boyfriends who always attend immediately to their needs... I always hoped that he wanted to protect me...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After our long relationship that lasted for 3 years 9 months, I really broke down... My heart was shattered into pieces... I tried to make him come back to me. I almost knelt down before him, asking him to choose me over her but he turned around and left me. I wanna believe it's not over but... our precious relationship ended and we failed...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-7932010417658013091?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7932010417658013091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=7932010417658013091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7932010417658013091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/7932010417658013091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/04/1-corinthians-134-8.html' title='1 Corinthians 13:4-8'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-4692044393202234967</id><published>2008-04-27T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:48:35.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you asked me to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Used to be that I believed in something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Used to be that I believed in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its been a long time since Ive had that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I could love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I could trust someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I said Id never let nobody near my heart again darlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I said Id never let nobody in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But if you asked me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just might change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And let you in my life forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you asked me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just might give my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And stay here in your arms forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you asked me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you asked me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Somehow ever since Ive been around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cant go back to being on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cant help feeling darling since Ive found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That Ive found my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That Im finally home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I said Id never let nobody get too close to me darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I said I needed, needed to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(but if you asked me to...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Asked me to, I will give my world to you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ask me to and Ill do anything for you baby, for you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you asked me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Id let you in my life forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you asked me to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-4692044393202234967?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4692044393202234967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=4692044393202234967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4692044393202234967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/4692044393202234967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-asked-me-to.html' title='If you asked me to'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-5307214152005927878</id><published>2008-04-24T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:51:42.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Joy Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was one of those unfamiliar days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was looking for one friendly face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There seemed to be a dark cloud hanging over my heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I was never known to be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I wanted was to spread love and get some back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know the brighter days will come and find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And when there were times when I feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I reach down inside, feel the strength in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I look to the skies, dry the tears from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I let the joy rise, from the ocean to the morning sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And if the love falls, just remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've got to let the joy rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My solid rock that I stand on now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My inner faith has lifted me up now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm free and happy to shine my light on you, for you, oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are no more times when I feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I reached down inside, feel the strength in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I look to the skies, dry the tears from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I let the joy rise, from the ocean to the morning sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And if the love falls, just remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've got to let the joy rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-5307214152005927878?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5307214152005927878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=5307214152005927878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5307214152005927878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/5307214152005927878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-joy-rise.html' title='Let the Joy Rise'/><author><name>Cherrie Ann Domingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545683506788744314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2X6VUgdt_mk/R7j4P4mNXzI/AAAAAAAAABw/jO0aoVLC454/S220/Chean+%40+Sofitel+Hotel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902713250134277611.post-969334561054095587</id><published>2008-04-24T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:49:54.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes it's wrong to walk away, though you think it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Knowing there's so much more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Suddenly the moment's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And all your dreams are upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And you just wanna change the way the world goes round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't you see, that's the way I feel about you and me, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt your heart was breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lookin down the road you should be taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I should know, cos I loved and lost the day I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't help but think that this is wrong, we should be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back in your arms where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I've finally realised it was forever that I've found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'd give it all to change the way the world goes round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't you see, that's the way I feel about you and me, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt your heart was breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lookin down the road you should be taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I should know, cos I loved and lost the day I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really wanna hear you say that you know just how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To have it all and let it slip away, can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Even though the moment's gone, I'm still holding on somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wishing I could change the way the world goes round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry (I'm sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't you see, (ohhh) that's the way I feel about you and me, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt your heart was breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lookin down the road you should be taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I should know, (I should know) cos I loved and lost the day I let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes I loved and lost the day I let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes I loved and lost the day I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902713250134277611-969334561054095587?l=feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingmnemosyne.blogspot.com/feeds/969334561054095587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902713250134277611&amp;postID=969334561054095587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902713250134277611/posts/default/969334561054095587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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