<?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-3731400569675522165</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:19:27.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is what happens to you while youre busy makin other plans..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-4204105325593323975</id><published>2009-09-25T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:06:57.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SITE IS CLOSED.... PROCEED TO WWW.KREOLA.WEBS.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&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/3731400569675522165-4204105325593323975?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/4204105325593323975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=4204105325593323975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4204105325593323975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4204105325593323975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-site-is-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-1301046535302780129</id><published>2009-09-01T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:41:31.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SO FAB TODAY!</title><content type='html'>Up at 6am, a brisk jog in the park, shower and cup of coffee. Flip through morning papers and mail, get laptop going and start downloading my emails for the day. &lt;br /&gt;7:30am I'm off to the office where Teri my supervisor starts bombarding me with paper works until 2pm and settle down to lunch; Koay Teow Soup and club sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days, there are times when I just can’t let go of him until I’ve seriously mourned him, a seriously drama queen behavior hahaha… including wearing his shirt, browsing through old pictures of us together.. there also times when I obsess about him times when I want him to back and times when all I can think about is picking up the phone and calling him.. there were the times… I know it isn’t worth.. he’s not right for me, someone else is out there, and im free to look for him, I deserve to feel loved and super sexy haha.. &lt;br /&gt;The truth is I did everything to make the relationship work. It just means that the relationship wasn’t meant to be.. I don’t hate him for hurting me… I just thanked him for everything…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done done my home works and learned those hard earned lessons. Who cares if he has a new girlfriend. I’m far too fabulous to crane my neck to look up the past when my present and future are spectacular as me.. he may fall In love again before I do, but that doesn’t mean he won....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-1301046535302780129?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/1301046535302780129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=1301046535302780129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/1301046535302780129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/1301046535302780129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-fab-today.html' title='IM SO FAB TODAY!'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-1194780029388699972</id><published>2009-08-30T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:06:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MS. JANE.... change your life for good!!</title><content type='html'>I was in a throes of my own Big Break up. And boy, was it messy! I was a big fat screaming mess. I cried myself to sleep every night. Actually, i cried when i woke up in the morning, cried when i took a shower, cried on my way to work, cried in the bathroom at work, cried to my girlfriends on the phone, cried on the way home from work, cried on the couch at night, and then cried myself to sleep. I knew this was my Big break up because of how it felt. Or rather, how it made me feel---completely crushed. It was as if my ex's giant foot had stomped on me, flattening me like a pancake. I'd been through a break up before but nothing had prepared me for this. But even though i was in tremendous pain, I knew it was for the best. Deep down i knew he wasn't right for me. As much as I wanted him to be THE ONE, there had always been plenty of evidence that he wasnt.. not to mention. I knew that the sooner I accepted this, the better off I'd be. Still, I resisted. I though he brought something to my life that was otherwise was missing. I thought he held the key to my faboulousness. In breaking up with him I thought i was no longer special.I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I realized that he didn't hold the key to what made me faboulous. Even with my puffy eyes and broken heart, I was still pretty strong. I just had some healing to do and some stuffs to figure out. Like why i thought I needed him to make me feel good. It was then that i decided  I didn't want to fall in love again until I made peace with my own issues and insecurities. So I decided to make use of my pain by writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my post-break up recovery, i feel like im in a emotional roller coaster i go back in forth many times before i fully moved on, i just ride it out, i trust that i will get through it and that il be stronger for doing so, my heart felt like its been shattered into a trillion tiny pieces, but its still there hehe... It's still beating and It's still believes in love it just needs a little time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows how hard this is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's someone out there who's better suited for me when the time is right, i can have a relationship i can truly deserve, a happy, healthy, whole one. It's okay not to be there yet, i know it takes time and ive got all the time in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Break Up comes as a bit of shock, my relationship with him seem to be going along just fine and then out of the blue "baaaammmmm" it was over??? i was left standing after he delivered the one-two punch, also known as IT'S OVER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through an entire week without crying at work,and back at the gym and feeling good, i graduated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday night and for the first time since i can remember i dont have to go see him online. Saturday afternoon rolls around me and i have hours to fill with no one to fill them with. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite picture of us together, happy memories come back....NAH! i dont want to take a U-turn..&lt;br /&gt;i owe it to myself to stay strong.. Missing him... is one thing...oh well i am just allowing myslelf to miss him after all i loved him he was a big part of my life and of course i miss him now that he's gone! but im perfectly normal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-1194780029388699972?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/1194780029388699972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=1194780029388699972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/1194780029388699972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/1194780029388699972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/08/ms-jane-change-your-life-for-good.html' title='MS. JANE.... change your life for good!!'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-43809161907769229</id><published>2009-08-22T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:54:21.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another chapter</title><content type='html'>When i met him i started to love again.I was thankful that atleast God gave me a chance  be with him even in a short period of time. It doesn't matter if he break my heart just the thought of that he made me part of that day i met him is enough for me to treasure him. Hope he knews it. It saddened me because i can no longer see him in my dreams, i am setting aside it now cause i know someday, someone will take over his place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually everything will be history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd realized that everytime i got my heart broken i am winning memories and lessons, and gaining experience to be a better person. I just let God move in his own ways... and i know before i knew it everything will be perfect again... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-43809161907769229?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/43809161907769229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=43809161907769229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/43809161907769229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/43809161907769229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-chapter.html' title='another chapter'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-7016637412236030466</id><published>2009-08-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:58:40.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAILEY.... ITALY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SnhaXPSlJSI/AAAAAAAAABw/R53T4Zk2Nkw/s1600-h/map.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SnhaXPSlJSI/AAAAAAAAABw/R53T4Zk2Nkw/s200/map.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366138311299900706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SnhaWQz_rOI/AAAAAAAAABo/dTdUpLpTeAo/s1600-h/italy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SnhaWQz_rOI/AAAAAAAAABo/dTdUpLpTeAo/s200/italy+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366138294528617698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SnhaWKDh_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/gC_0lzaTMz8/s1600-h/italy2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SnhaWKDh_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/gC_0lzaTMz8/s200/italy2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366138292714732658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend just asked me... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of italian guys? I'm just wondering how Italian boys act. i'm sure they are all different, but generally, how are they different from american boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i said... uhmm...Go to Italy,move your ass there... haha you would certainly meet a lot of the nice ones. It is easier to find good looking guys in italy, they are just everywhere, but you really have to pick not only nice looking one but also the one with good personality and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;I was very picky, because of that, I met someone  who happens to be an italian, he is nice looking, well educated and with an exceptional charming personality, and very straight forward...i kept my judgement in place.I am sure many italian guys would go you you when you are in italy, but make sure you keep your judgement in place when there are a lot of them for you to choose from and only look for the best one. and hey they love to eat pizza...and they eat a lot of spaghetti and meatballs... i think they're hot,,, well at least David Henrie is (that guy from Wizards of Waverly Place) lol Have fun in Italy Hailey... ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I.... ----nationality doesn't make the man, the parents do--------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-7016637412236030466?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/7016637412236030466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=7016637412236030466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/7016637412236030466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/7016637412236030466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/08/hailey-italy.html' title='HAILEY.... ITALY..'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SnhaXPSlJSI/AAAAAAAAABw/R53T4Zk2Nkw/s72-c/map.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-4965026436846741880</id><published>2009-07-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:09:59.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**wHy Do pEople CheAt**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SlI97kOCONI/AAAAAAAAABY/LywKX_fc-D8/s1600-h/942822921210_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SlI97kOCONI/AAAAAAAAABY/LywKX_fc-D8/s200/942822921210_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355411000441059538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are cheaters born cheaters, or do certain situations cause people to cheat? Probably a little bit of both. Here are some situations that make people cheat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bored&lt;br /&gt;I'd say this is the most common reason that people cheat.It's tough to keep that edge throughout a relationship. Things start off grand and then level off and then you both realize that it's still real life. When you meet someone else, that inaugural excitement of a new relationship kicks back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dependence&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, cheating seems like independent behavior. It could be interpreted as doing what you want, when you want. But I would argue that cheating is a dependent behavior. A cheater is dependent because they are not strong enough to break up with their significant other in order to get with the new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Confusion&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life or a particular situation can get to you. When the perfect storm of confusion is going on in your head, you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Because They Let You&lt;br /&gt;If any guy ever cheated on me, I'd break up with him immediately. Forgiving a cheater is putting up with it, and starts a vicious cycle. That person who cheated may lose respect for you and might continue to cheat-because they know they can get away with it, because you'll continue to take them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nurturing&lt;br /&gt;If someone is mistreating you, then your first instinct is to get away from him or her. But sometimes it's not that simple-maybe you are raising kids together. If you feel trapped in a bad relationship, it's only natural that you will run to the open arms of a person who treats you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Revenge&lt;br /&gt;This is quite simple- an eye for an eye. Cheat on them if they cheat on you. If they continuously hurt you or abuse you in some way, you do it to get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Confirmation of Attractiveness&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're in a long relationship, or if your significant other is taking you for granted, you begin to wonder if you're still attractive. Perhaps, because you were out on the dating circuit, you felt more attractive when you were single. If you have an affair, you've proven that a new person can be attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Thrill&lt;br /&gt;Some people just enjoy the thrill of cheating: running around secretly, risking getting caught, and creating thrilling moments with a forbidden romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. They Don't Consider It Cheating, Even Though You Might&lt;br /&gt;Relationships have that grey area, usually right before you become exclusive. He thinks date #4 is when you're "together," and you think date #2 is when you're "together." If you haven't talked about exclusivity, someone may think they are well within their rights to see other people, even though the other person in the relationship may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people don't break up as soon as they have an urge to cheat. Is it natural to have temptation, or is temptation a sign that the relationship is losing its fire? What reasons would you add to this list, and do you disagree with any? If you've ever cheated, why did you do it? Could you forgive a cheater? If you are single, but seeing a person who is in a committed relationship, does that make you a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ME:: better follow where your HEART is happy!! LOVE SUCKS BIG TIME ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-4965026436846741880?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/4965026436846741880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=4965026436846741880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4965026436846741880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4965026436846741880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-people-cheat.html' title='**wHy Do pEople CheAt**'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SlI97kOCONI/AAAAAAAAABY/LywKX_fc-D8/s72-c/942822921210_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-897928519835047488</id><published>2009-07-06T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:23:23.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr... read between the lines</title><content type='html'>i don't know what's goin on with me in this past few days i cant even explain it.. i dont know i dont know... shit happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-897928519835047488?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/897928519835047488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=897928519835047488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/897928519835047488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/897928519835047488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/07/grrr-read-between-lines.html' title='grrr... read between the lines'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-4942947364057692795</id><published>2009-07-01T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:23:20.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hormones.. LOL</title><content type='html'>hmmm.. There have been a few that I have met in the past, who we shared good chemistry between us, that for some reason or another we never connected up.I kick MYSELF for a period over it, but life goes on.If it was meant to be, it would be. But i always promise myself if I ever do get a second chance, I wont let it pass me by..I wish I could get over it and let go but my emotions are not allowing me to. I know I &lt;br /&gt;cant be like this for the rest of my life and continue getting easily attached.even some could be bad and I still would be attached. What do you think? how can I stop feeling this way? and i dont think anybody is gonna say "dont be who u r, be somebody else, instead" its just my hormones goin' crazy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-4942947364057692795?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/4942947364057692795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=4942947364057692795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4942947364057692795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4942947364057692795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/07/hormones-lol.html' title='hormones.. LOL'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-6741650914211399313</id><published>2009-06-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:20:31.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>pips wait for my new posts... i have a lot of things to tell... man, this is it!! LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-6741650914211399313?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/6741650914211399313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=6741650914211399313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6741650914211399313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6741650914211399313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-6105332134068572585</id><published>2009-03-18T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:29:11.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>I'm on webcam with my boyfriend earlier today and I saw a white image standing in front of his camera he was only there for 3 seconds and just disappeared. I asked Rowen if he saw anything but he didn’t. It was really quite strange… which REALLY freaked me out..swear I'm not making this up, it does sound crazy but it actually happened..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-6105332134068572585?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/6105332134068572585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=6105332134068572585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6105332134068572585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6105332134068572585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/03/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-1241247888989780361</id><published>2009-03-09T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:29:37.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPY HEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c60ae7a7d985d1f1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc60ae7a7d985d1f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329877724%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1713662834DDAC8EEFD362009777C72025DB2E96.53DC1EF401E1E28C369EDDAB635730E5FAC55924%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc60ae7a7d985d1f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1eiu4J5o7--BeemK7C1C-YUDxKo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc60ae7a7d985d1f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329877724%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1713662834DDAC8EEFD362009777C72025DB2E96.53DC1EF401E1E28C369EDDAB635730E5FAC55924%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc60ae7a7d985d1f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1eiu4J5o7--BeemK7C1C-YUDxKo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;sleep is seriously under-rated, I love it. I generally sleep about 5-6 hours per night naturally (say 11pm - 5am) and by mid-afternoon am ready for a nap, I will lie down and snooze for around 20 minutes then wake up feeling relaxed and refreshed. I can do this anytime and almost anywhere and I will automatically wake up almost exactly 20 mins later every time. I am a shift worker and I think over the years I have learned to catch some sleep when I can.I love it if I wake up in the night feeling as if I got a good night's sleep then look at the clock and realise I still have a couple of hours to go, that's just unreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-1241247888989780361?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c60ae7a7d985d1f1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/1241247888989780361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=1241247888989780361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/1241247888989780361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/1241247888989780361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepy-head.html' title='SLEEPY HEAD'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-6636135186780227488</id><published>2009-02-25T17:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:37:00.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORACAY, CEBU, BOHOL and ILOILO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-01.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949603631105&amp;amp;site=widget-01.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949603631105&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p1/3026418949603631105/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949603631105&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p2/3026418949603631105/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949603631105&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p4/3026418949603631105/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SaYkz67PwiI/AAAAAAAAABA/4YLdRbwLiMc/s1600-h/n506960544_5452389_5375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SaYkzmlN7kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A4Y68fl9cr8/s1600-h/P1211624.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/SaYkztPkhVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/buDF8bg1_kc/s1600-h/P1211624.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yes.. it all starts in BORACAY.. Of all the beaches Ive visited, nothing beats Boracay. Me and my friends stayed in Tirol Tirol, which is very close to the white sand shore. Its a great resort. The rooms like nipa huts on the outside, but inside, you can have the comfort of a pretty decent hotel. Its close to the bars and restaurants, and the price is cheaper compared to the hotels all over the place. There are a lot of places to visit Boracay, but you dont have to pay much to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Boracay is a bit endangered now. I mean, it's not just the tourists that are ruining the place. Its the Filipinos who run it. They're the extortionists and the litterbugs. Its sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Boracay is the party island in the Philippines. I love the nightlife Its like every night is a party. Yeah its hot and crazy especially when the night is getting deeper... WE HAD FUN FUN FUN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CEBU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I always wanted to be impulsive on a trip. Go on when i felt like it , stop in whatever city I was in when i wanted to. Goin to Cebu from Boracay via ILOILO. I took the bus to iloilo for 6 hours.Imagine how dumb that is! Julah took the flight from caticlan to cebu. I arrived in Iloilo about in 2 in the afternoon. Damn! I miss my flight.. our schedule was messed up.. I arrived in the airport to catch a flight for Cebu at 6:30 pm. Julah's flight was delayed as well.. there was a storm that delayed her. And her other luggage had been on the other flight hahha! (long story) the airline delivered her luggages the day after we arrived in our hotel. The Marriot Renaissance Hotel is very nice, with a pool, they have have a cafe. It's very clean and with great city views, parking is free and rooms are pretty pricey. The day after we arrived in cebu were on island hopping (sailing) with friends. We were drinkin non stop, drink, shots... drink, shots... I was stumbling all over and GOD only knows whatelse :) so my buddy brought me in the back of the boat and threw me. I was mad at the time but I can laugh at it now! It for me, cause i got drunk, I threw up and went to sleep.. not fun at all. We drank vodka with sprite,beer and tequila which tasted like freakin pledge furniture polish.. ewww... bla bla bla.... I finally passed out after.. Drank a lot of water and the next day NO HANG OVER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BOHOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay so, we've been to Boracay and Cebu, time to move to another beach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The thing going for&lt;br /&gt;Bohol is the fact that it is also relatively undeveloped, maintaining its provincial charm. And the trip can go beyond the beach. Bohol is an ideal destinaton for nature lovers and adventure seekers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On our second day we proceed to the SANDUGO MARKER - the site of the blood compact. Stop by BACLAYON CHURCH and MUSEUM, one of the oldest churches in the Philippines. Drive through the scenic BILAR MAN-MADE FOREST. And to the CHOCOLATE HILLS. These 1268 hills are 30 to 50 meters high and covered with grass which turn brown from April to September resembling chocolate mounds. Our tour is capped by a meeting with the world's smallest primate the TARSIER. These monkeys are 3 to 6 inches tall and can be found only in Bohol... wink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ILOILO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's very hard to find a room during the Dinagyang festival. You won't save any money because all the hotels charge "super peak" rates during the festival.... DONT EVER STAY.. at THE AMIGO TERRACE AMIGO.... please... LOL.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-6636135186780227488?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/6636135186780227488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=6636135186780227488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6636135186780227488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6636135186780227488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/02/vacation-cebu-bohol.html' title='BORACAY, CEBU, BOHOL and ILOILO'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-4052505863503523798</id><published>2009-02-25T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:13:35.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-4052505863503523798?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/4052505863503523798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=4052505863503523798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4052505863503523798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4052505863503523798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-4345090072904267851</id><published>2009-02-25T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:13:34.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-4345090072904267851?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/4345090072904267851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=4345090072904267851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4345090072904267851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/4345090072904267851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-620275521056737762</id><published>2009-01-14T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:30:02.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><content type='html'>My bestfriend and I are going to BORACAY, CEBU AND BOHOL  for a long week. We'll get there to Boracay Monday morning and will leave Wednesday  afternoon to CEBU.. and Bohol..  we will see attractions and  just lay around the beach and pool and relax. ..&lt;br /&gt;WE NEED A VACATION.. work has been stressful lately.. will head to the chocolate hills, loboc river.. etc...&lt;br /&gt;excited to try eating new foods or something...lol (random I know, that's me--very random...haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-620275521056737762?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/620275521056737762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=620275521056737762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/620275521056737762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/620275521056737762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2009/01/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-8655451128932548035</id><published>2008-12-28T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:39:26.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt; I draft&lt;wbr&gt;ed some of my new years&lt;wbr&gt; resol&lt;wbr&gt;ution&lt;wbr&gt;s coz 2009 is fast appro&lt;wbr&gt;achin&lt;wbr&gt;g.. well i have and ive also chang&lt;wbr&gt;ed my views&lt;wbr&gt; about&lt;wbr&gt; life and how not to expec&lt;wbr&gt;t and give too much coz u might&lt;wbr&gt; end up givin&lt;wbr&gt;g every&lt;wbr&gt;thing&lt;wbr&gt; and left with nothi&lt;wbr&gt;ng when you fall.&lt;wbr&gt;. TRUST&lt;wbr&gt; ME IVE BEEN THERE&lt;wbr&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** TO STICK&lt;wbr&gt; TO ALL MY GOALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** TO FORGE&lt;wbr&gt;T ANYTH&lt;wbr&gt;ING AND EVERY&lt;wbr&gt;THING&lt;wbr&gt; BAD ABOUT&lt;wbr&gt; MY PAST &amp;amp; BE ABLE TO MOVE FORWA&lt;wbr&gt;RD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** TO BE A BETTE&lt;wbr&gt;R PERSO&lt;wbr&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** GIVE UP SWEET&lt;wbr&gt;S &amp;amp; BOOZE&lt;wbr&gt; FOR THE YEAR 2009 JUST FOR A BIT DETOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** SAVE MORE MONEY&lt;wbr&gt; INSTE&lt;wbr&gt;AD OF SPEND&lt;wbr&gt;ING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;wbr&gt;*EAT BETTE&lt;wbr&gt;R &amp;amp; EXERC&lt;wbr&gt;ISE MORE &amp;amp; START&lt;wbr&gt; GOING&lt;wbr&gt; TO CHURC&lt;wbr&gt;H hehe&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short&lt;wbr&gt; to just sit and watch&lt;wbr&gt; TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**TO STOP CARIN&lt;wbr&gt;G ABOUT&lt;wbr&gt; WHAT PEOPL&lt;wbr&gt;E THINK&lt;wbr&gt; ABOUT&lt;wbr&gt; ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** GO WITH THE FLOW &amp;amp; STOP FORCI&lt;wbr&gt;NG MYSEL&lt;wbr&gt;F TO DO STUPI&lt;wbr&gt;D CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** START&lt;wbr&gt; A NEW LIFE.&lt;wbr&gt;. BE WHO I WANT TO BE NO LONGE&lt;wbr&gt;R HOLDI&lt;wbr&gt;NG BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I AM GOING&lt;wbr&gt; TO HAVE AS MUCH FUN AS I CAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** DONT ACCEP&lt;wbr&gt;T ANY CRAP FROM ANY GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** TO BE ALERT&lt;wbr&gt; TO THE MOMEN&lt;wbr&gt;TS WHEN I FEEL HAPPY&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** COUNT&lt;wbr&gt; MY BLESS&lt;wbr&gt;INGS INSTE&lt;wbr&gt;AD OF PROBL&lt;wbr&gt;EMS.&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Life is soo hecti&lt;wbr&gt;c these&lt;wbr&gt; days we often&lt;wbr&gt; dont notic&lt;wbr&gt;e the times&lt;wbr&gt; when we truly&lt;wbr&gt; happy&lt;wbr&gt; &amp;amp; conte&lt;wbr&gt;nt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**TO LET GO OF REGRE&lt;wbr&gt;TS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** TO PAY ATTEN&lt;wbr&gt;TION TO EVERY&lt;wbr&gt;THING&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actua&lt;wbr&gt;lly have a state&lt;wbr&gt; of mind to follo&lt;wbr&gt;w throu&lt;wbr&gt;gh not just becau&lt;wbr&gt;se its janua&lt;wbr&gt;ry hahaa&lt;wbr&gt;haa.&lt;wbr&gt;. oh well il be out the whole&lt;wbr&gt; month&lt;wbr&gt; havin&lt;wbr&gt; fun with the girls&lt;wbr&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I know bette&lt;wbr&gt;r... that way i dont have to worry&lt;wbr&gt; about&lt;wbr&gt; break&lt;wbr&gt;ing my resol&lt;wbr&gt;ution&lt;wbr&gt;s... I BET I CAN KEEP EM.&lt;wbr&gt;... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks&lt;wbr&gt; like i have a lot of work to do in 2009.&lt;wbr&gt;.. Wish me Luck.&lt;wbr&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/3731400569675522165-8655451128932548035?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/8655451128932548035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=8655451128932548035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/8655451128932548035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/8655451128932548035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-years-resolutions.html' title='MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-7400604225392244606</id><published>2008-12-13T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:21:53.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so precious live life to the full appreciate every moment.</title><content type='html'>hey its been 7 days since my last post ahh.. was soo busy.. i would say my life?? is better than others.. :-) though I have so much work in the office and  spend too much time and effort on one thing and not another.. but its okay..  i  have suddenly become sexy. Don't ask me how.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;just a thought I think nobody is happy all the time, but some people are definitely more fulfilled than others, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with material goods or high achievement---things many people spend a lot of their time worrying about. So what do they have that i dont????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive realized that i should think positive, we only live once, we just have to laugh at the situations we  live and learn from them. Because if you are sad and crying about the situations then you can hit rock bottom in a heart beat. I been through tough situations but there thats life, you gotta learn and live make the best out of it :) and we cannot change the past, but we can enjoy today, and look to the future. If we are prepared to take ownership for the past and accept that everything that's happened in our life, good and bad, has made us the person we are - the battle is half won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS.... it for today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-7400604225392244606?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/7400604225392244606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=7400604225392244606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/7400604225392244606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/7400604225392244606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-so-precious-live-life-to-full.html' title='Life is so precious live life to the full appreciate every moment.'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-6578961801775880846</id><published>2008-12-07T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:52:54.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>december</title><content type='html'>DECEMBER 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the mall after work.. bought a blouse from lacoste.. and a pink jacket from topshop.. had java chip frap from Starbucks.. visit the salon.. go home and spend the rest of the day sleeping!!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER 7, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late... had a fone call from my tarts.. was soo happy!! i dint watch the pacquiao fight.. tired of him.. 3pm went to the church prayed for everyone... and dinner with family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-6578961801775880846?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/6578961801775880846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=6578961801775880846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6578961801775880846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6578961801775880846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='december'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-5899237352583277532</id><published>2008-12-05T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:16:49.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>im bored here in the office and i thought of writing again.. i already watched TWILIGHT today and i loved it Edward is so funny at the beginning and also romantic.. I say that the movie was more comical than dramatic(Bella's talking with Rene and she says she doesnt wanna move because she's loving Forks and she says "Does a boy have anything to do with this" and Bella says yeah. Right then Edward comes in to her room and she says mom I'll call you back and then really loudly Rene says "WAIT!!! YOUR USING PROTECTION,RIGHT?!?!) Of course,I could have counted the amount of lines that Esme,Emmet and Jasper had. But it was ok. The scene where Edward shows Bella why he cant go into the sun I didnt like. Basically..he just looks like he's sweating. Not sparkling!  bella was like "people are looking" and edward was like " im going to hell anyways" so HOT lol.. Overall, the movie was good.i didn't want it to end either! ;-) i also LOVE LOVE LOVE the books! im actually reading new moon right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont have the strength anymore to keep myself away from you" grrrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-5899237352583277532?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/5899237352583277532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=5899237352583277532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/5899237352583277532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/5899237352583277532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-5171497772647705467</id><published>2008-12-04T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:16:07.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chill</title><content type='html'>My day was great thank god.. came from work.. finished my laundry.. went on the computer... talked to my friends online.. i wanted to smoke but i didnt.. i quit.. for the 3rd time...  lol.. ( i have all the good reasons to QUIT smoking.. )&lt;br /&gt;Im just chilling after a  heavy night last night,lol...  I have been busy at work.. no plans really.. maybe a nap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-5171497772647705467?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/5171497772647705467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=5171497772647705467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/5171497772647705467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/5171497772647705467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/chill.html' title='chill'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-5230688633745354942</id><published>2008-12-04T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:56:39.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell does my ex bf want from me???</title><content type='html'>okay its 8:17pm just woke up... will eat dinner and get ready for work..  was shocked... my ex bf text ... he wants me back and tells me how much he misses us being together.. ewww.. so weird.. hello???  we broke up for a reason... remember... it is a recipe for disaster.. haha sorry.. il  stick to my man.. i told him that  he is THE PAST! And the past is past. No ifs and buts... plus i have someone now.. and very much inlove... he had his chance but im committed to someone else now.i  told him he'll find a nice girl and i wish him all the happiness... i told him i dont want to be with him anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'll try to make this short. I dated my ex for 2 years i ended it. . i found out he was with another girl ...  He has lots of experience with dating, while he was my first kiss &amp;amp; first serious bf. Our relationship was so innocent, cuddling in his room, holding hands, kissing. We never had sex coz he knew I wanna save sex for marriage. He would still say hi to me on yahoo messenger  even though i ended it. It has been over for more than a year.. he called me.. he went back from colorado.. our friends wanted to make plans together so we could see each other.. nah!!! told them i cant... i love my current boyfriend... grr... i was annoyed... my ex still treats me like his second hand spare tyre for emergency usage only.... hahahaa..i know   the reason he is still wants to see me is because he didn't  have sex with me and it's like he didn't win the challenge... hahahhaa... well in short.. he is full of regret and also doesn't know what he wants!!!! HEYYYY!!! DONT LOOK BACK KEEP MOVING FORWARD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ROWEN............................ OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-5230688633745354942?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/5230688633745354942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=5230688633745354942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/5230688633745354942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/5230688633745354942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-hell-does-my-ex-bf-want-from-me.html' title='what the hell does my ex bf want from me???'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-1303408094017085509</id><published>2008-12-03T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:52:17.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day!!</title><content type='html'>i  work all night and sleeps most the day away. i do try to keep busy most the time! And yes i have a couple friends girl wise.and yes i have a few hobbies i work on! NEXT???? hehhe... i miss my man damn it!! love him.... i swear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-1303408094017085509?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/1303408094017085509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=1303408094017085509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/1303408094017085509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/1303408094017085509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-day.html' title='another day!!'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-6351490279581432420</id><published>2008-12-02T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:46:29.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>msiter right?</title><content type='html'>I've always believed that the right person is someone you see spending the rest of your life with. i  asked myself one question, "Do I see myself with him 20 or more years from now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Right will be Very Patient with you, &amp;amp; very kind. One who is willing to, and loves to communicate with you often. He will always trust You. Mister Right will never lie to you. He is honest. He has a job, and is very hard working, an excellent provider. He is a clean person, not a messy person. Mr. Right sincerely enjoys cooking for you often, especially your favorite meals. He enjoys keeping the house and vehicles clean(and maintained). Mr. Right would rather be with You, than with his other guy friends. He also would always love to encourage you and praise you, even in front of all his other friends.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Right would not be negative in his thinking about you, and/or in the words he speaks to you.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Right would be a giver, in his relationship with you, not a taker. He always respects the differences you both may have. If you do not like sports much, he would choose you over his sports, whether watching the game on T.V. or ging to a game. Basically, Mr. Right would choose you first over most anything else. Your Mr. Right is a very selfless person. He enjoys giving you a back massage when you are stressed from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, right, face, money, cloths doesn't really counts, when you get old, everybody is ugly except the attitude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made  a list of all the things about him that  piss me off. Things i do not like about him.. Then i put next to that, whether i think he will ever change that characteristic or behavior. and i look at the list of all the ones that i just hate and he will never change. if i could live with him for the rest of my life in spite of all the things that really bother me, he might be the right guy... grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-6351490279581432420?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/6351490279581432420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=6351490279581432420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6351490279581432420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/6351490279581432420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/msiter-right.html' title='msiter right?'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731400569675522165.post-7916483470324750094</id><published>2008-12-02T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:25:53.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for you..</title><content type='html'>hey i woke up crying!! and i feel like writing again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know there comes a time in life when you have to let go of the pointless drama....and the people who create it and surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard and you forget about the bad.. and focus solely on the good.... hey hulk what do you foresee after those things that happened to us way back -------??? will i expect anything from you?? about how you feel about those things??? what are your plans?? will you keep me hanging forever?? i cannot say that an abrupt commitment.. but i just wanted an assurance from you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was listenin to this fuckin song "because you loved me" and made me cry again.. oh life is just a bowl of pits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731400569675522165-7916483470324750094?l=virtualkreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/feeds/7916483470324750094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731400569675522165&amp;postID=7916483470324750094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/7916483470324750094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731400569675522165/posts/default/7916483470324750094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualkreola.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-for-you.html' title='this is for you..'/><author><name>kreola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951641832604955554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf_vJ9-D_oc/STfUlK0pRaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrLOExRElCw/S220/31336222913_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
