<?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-6201598895628307767</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell my name.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15086653786257477802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SaJrZLxHRpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EKX_ggU2bnE/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201598895628307767.post-1866331073928157431</id><published>2009-04-29T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:27:10.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barely unbeautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello to my lovely once in a blue moon updated blog. I've had a chance to remember the password for this blog so I will be updating it again. As you can see, I've already finished changing the template, *creditroll* and put a new CBox *creditroll*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SfgAvuQtPQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9dzANG65KcI/s1600-h/edVisX18Bmkdt8wbbf8IctRoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330010978864938242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SfgAvuQtPQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9dzANG65KcI/s320/edVisX18Bmkdt8wbbf8IctRoo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- My favorite quote as of this week. I found it in several blogs @ Tumblr, and I was confused at first as I was really analyzing what the meaning is. And having a very complicated lovelife would be a factor why I couldn't understand it at first. Let's get it straight, I GOT IT. And I admit that this is based on my experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least I got it after about 2 hours of wondering about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6201598895628307767-1866331073928157431?l=spelldenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1866331073928157431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/04/barely-unbeautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/1866331073928157431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/1866331073928157431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/04/barely-unbeautiful.html' title='Barely unbeautiful.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15086653786257477802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SaJrZLxHRpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EKX_ggU2bnE/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SfgAvuQtPQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9dzANG65KcI/s72-c/edVisX18Bmkdt8wbbf8IctRoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201598895628307767.post-1195504250864820907</id><published>2009-04-20T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:31:22.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, love, life, love.</title><content type='html'>My lovelife is really unpredictable as of now. And I can't come to think of an idea to solve all the problems regarding it. But anyway, I am happy as is, and he can't change that. Though I still love him more than anyone could ever love this long. Well as far as I know, we're done. But there's something daw that leads him back to me. I'm tired and I've grown out of him. But I admit, I still love him &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; I am trying to move on. I guess it just ain't that effective. And I'm still deciding if I should be with him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6201598895628307767-1195504250864820907?l=spelldenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1195504250864820907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-love-life-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/1195504250864820907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/1195504250864820907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-love-life-love.html' title='Life, love, life, love.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15086653786257477802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SaJrZLxHRpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EKX_ggU2bnE/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201598895628307767.post-4518948418510008587</id><published>2009-04-18T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:56:50.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not over you just yet.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back to blogging here again. Perhaps because I forgot the password of my LJ. Hahaha. Silly, but I can still update it. Though I just use it for Gossip Girl updates and Foto Decadent and such. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; busy so I'm just going to list some updates of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been watching What Happens in Vegas since the day before yesterday. And now, I'm having this whole idea of love again. I think,I mean for myself, I'm against love now. But the team-up and the whole sense of the movie just made me want love again. Or make me feel that it's essential.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess what, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE 1 WEEK OF SUMMER&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, you read that right. We have UPCAT review classes, and then review classes from our school, and what the heck is next-the next school year. Yes, 1 week. And I'm just being thankful about it. Sarcasm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carpe diem. I've been busy surfing the net 24/7 since we just have limited time this summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm looooooooving beachdresses. From Kamiseta, Bayo, and many more. Plus the bikini bandeaus. I'm not that sure how to spell it, but okay. I haven't shopped since last week so I'm going to splurge today. No doubt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for the next episode of Gossip Girl. I hear Serena's going to marry Poppy's boyfriend, Gabriel. And Blair will be with Nate-or Chuck. I'd rather go with Chuck. And DOROTA! She's lovely. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still deciding on what course to take and where should I study. Maybe I'm sure on that UST decision.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there. &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/6201598895628307767-4518948418510008587?l=spelldenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4518948418510008587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-over-you-just-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/4518948418510008587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/4518948418510008587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-over-you-just-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not over you just yet.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15086653786257477802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SaJrZLxHRpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EKX_ggU2bnE/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201598895628307767.post-541660041088174762</id><published>2009-02-27T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:04:02.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't love all about hurting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SajSmPrwLXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uQwU_Qrk8R8/s1600-h/123632_Picnik_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307723715343035762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SajSmPrwLXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uQwU_Qrk8R8/s320/123632_Picnik_collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I learned last night. Love isn't all about happiness. You have to suffer from whatever comes, and you have to accept the truth that is within each other. Love is all about hurting and it is up to you if you have the courage to overcome what is in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing isn't the right term in occupying love for your heart. I guess, some sort of... trying. According to Deviant Loves [a play we just saw for English 3], "You must overcome the hatred side of you before you love, because for what is the pain if you'll become numb the whole time. You have to know exactly how it feels to feel every emotion, and then surely, love and those emotions will collide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess hardships should really come first before you know what's gonna happen to you, or if not, lay down and rest for a while because you're not yet ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6201598895628307767-541660041088174762?l=spelldenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/feeds/541660041088174762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/02/isnt-love-all-about-hurting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/541660041088174762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/541660041088174762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/02/isnt-love-all-about-hurting.html' title='Isn&apos;t love all about hurting?'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15086653786257477802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SaJrZLxHRpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EKX_ggU2bnE/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SajSmPrwLXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uQwU_Qrk8R8/s72-c/123632_Picnik_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201598895628307767.post-7054351334984644544</id><published>2009-02-21T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:55:18.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay.</title><content type='html'>I'm back--to blogging again. I became bored of the other sites, esp. Multiply. Plurk nga lang ginagamit ko eh, and it doesn't have any blog. So I decided to make a new one! AGAIN. Haha. This time I promise to update it every single day, like as much as I plurk everyday just to keep my karma increasing. LOL. Adik. Okay, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6201598895628307767-7054351334984644544?l=spelldenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/feeds/7054351334984644544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/7054351334984644544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201598895628307767/posts/default/7054351334984644544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spelldenise.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay.html' title='yay.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15086653786257477802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy7ckoUMPRo/SaJrZLxHRpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EKX_ggU2bnE/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
