<?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-15471905</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:00:41.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from my Demented mind...</title><subtitle type='html'>http://dementedelf.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112506579475358230</id><published>2005-08-26T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T07:16:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V.A Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Via Astris! 4 fruitful years :) and i'm glad i became a part of it! (08/25/2005) Party Till we drop... OSG first and last on the Scene :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112506579475358230?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112506579475358230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112506579475358230' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112506579475358230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112506579475358230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/va-anniversary.html' title='V.A Anniversary'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112506514685452283</id><published>2005-08-26T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T07:05:46.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking the Red Light District of Makati</title><content type='html'>Tuesday (08/23/05)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back here in Manila at around 6pm,was planning on catching a movie at glorietta but... After roaming around the mall buying stuff for my room i went to Food choices to eat and rest and text OSG if they have found our slave girl already for the V.A Anniv but we all seem to be running out of luck. I looked for the nearest cafe and chatted with OSG about the final plans. V.A Anniversary is just a few hours away. 8:20pm i logged off and still no slave girl and to tap it all i missed my 8:20pm movie (Sky High). So I went into Starbucks 6750, ordered a mocha frap,went outside and called Gi.. Panicking now since it's almost 9pm and still no slave girl :/ then I was given an away mission... ask dek and Icheb for help and get a slave girl somewhere in Dusit Hotel... I called Dek, success- she was willing to help me..then Icheb- another success.. finally, i'm seeing a light in the dark tunnel.. after 30 minutes or so.. Dek arrived then Icheb.. we had a little chitchat first... thinking of our mission.. and when we finally got the guts to go for it we left starbucks 6750 and headed for the Bar infront of Dusit... we saw alot of people outside, vendors, taxi drivers, ladies, foreigners, guards... we didnt know how to approach them until finally Dek was able to strike a conversation with the flower vendors.. I won't go into details of the conversation but we weren't successful in getting one... losing hope we decided to head for Jupiter Street... The minute we got there, we didn't know where to start... alot of people looking at us... we decided to eat at Tapa King, take a breather and think of ways on how we can get an OSG--by this time it's already 12:30am. After a long break, we decided to go out and start our search again..walking...walking...walking... Then Dek spotted a cigarette vendor and bought candy, while she was buying I got the courage to ask the vendor if she knew any dancers around (details won't be divulge here) that's when we finally saw the light inside the whole tunnel.. we got ourselves 2 OSG's. Yay! Mission Accomplish by 2:30am 8/25/05 -- homebound :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us learned one thing that night... "How to pick up a girl" :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112506514685452283?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112506514685452283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112506514685452283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112506514685452283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112506514685452283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/walking-red-light-district-of-makati.html' title='Walking the Red Light District of Makati'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112486012873319813</id><published>2005-08-23T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T06:44:38.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - No Work for me :) (8/22/05)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More of US :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, me and my dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad Enjoying the pool&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;Went swimming the entire day with my Family! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112486012873319813?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112486012873319813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112486012873319813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112486012873319813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112486012873319813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday-no-work-for-me-82205.html' title='Monday - No Work for me :) (8/22/05)'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112485965391584284</id><published>2005-08-23T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T06:43:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08/21/05 (sunday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/th_babypix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/th_babypix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I was 2 years old here..i think?!&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;It's a sunday and i'm at home :) I spent my entire day with my parents. We went Malling, Dined out, went to the movies and did the grocery - In my always busy schedule, it feels good that I get to spend time with the most important people and the love of my life..My Parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112485965391584284?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112485965391584284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112485965391584284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112485965391584284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112485965391584284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/082105-sunday.html' title='08/21/05 (sunday)'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112485880195538548</id><published>2005-08-23T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:46:41.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Antipolo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A castle? No it's not a castle.. it's a hotel/motel where memories grow and children are made? or should i say where children grow and memories are made?  hehehe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rabbit and Carrot resto @ Antipolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OSG forming Voltes V @ the Helipad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P10101011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P10101011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Picture Time! Icheb, Me, Dek, Gi, Mai, Pao, Kai Iris, Miao and Burt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112485880195538548?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112485880195538548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112485880195538548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112485880195538548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112485880195538548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-of-antipolo.html' title='More of Antipolo....'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112485761208886980</id><published>2005-08-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T06:43:07.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antipolo Away Mission - Saturday (08/20/05)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's good to be Free!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught in the Act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010086.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OSG Jumps as if there's no tomorrow :) Icheb,Me,Mai,Dek and Miao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/P1010029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao jumping in the Air, Dek Hands raised, Miao getting food, Icheb Eating, Gi stunned, Kai Iris happily looking over the children and Burt with his Camera :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112485761208886980?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112485761208886980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112485761208886980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112485761208886980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112485761208886980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/antipolo-away-mission-saturday-082005.html' title='Antipolo Away Mission - Saturday (08/20/05)'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112444701459313040</id><published>2005-08-18T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T03:23:34.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarot Card Reading and Booze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Wednesday, Via Astris had its regular get together at BYC; it was a lot of fun... I actually thought there wouldn’t be any gimmick but personally I think our Wednesday nights wouldn’t be complete if we didn’t get to go out after the V.A. meeting. And so off we went to… not Pier1 but Watering Hole over at Edsa, Shangri-La. I was surprised to learn that after 2am their beer can go as low as P20.00. The main highlight for that night was the tarot card reading done by the captains’ wife and our Borg M who was actually in her office. I wont elaborate more on the results of the reading but one thing’s certain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSG – we need to balance and control things! But then again we’re just mere human beings who can get tempted :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way I expect to see Mads (the evil twin sister) not Madz during the V.A Anniversary ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112444701459313040?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112444701459313040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112444701459313040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112444701459313040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112444701459313040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/tarot-card-reading-and-booze.html' title='Tarot Card Reading and Booze'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112443001326236833</id><published>2005-08-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:40:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Met You (by APO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;There I was an empty piece of a shell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just mindin' my own world;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Without even knowin' what love and life were all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then you came, You brought me out of the shell;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave the world to me And before I knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;There I was so in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave me a reason for my being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I love what I'm feelin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave me a meaning to my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I've gone beyond existing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And it all began when I met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I love the touch of your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And when I look in your eyes I just know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I'm on to something good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm sure my love for you will endure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Your love will light up my world; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And take all my cares away with the aching part of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave me a reason for my being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I love what I'm feelin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave me a meaning to my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I've gone beyond existing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And it all began when I met you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You taught me how to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You showed me how tomorrow and today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;My life is diff'rent from the yesterday; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And you, you taught me how to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And darling I will always cherish you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Today, tomorrow and forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm sure when evening comes around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know we'll be making love like never before; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;My love, who could ask for more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave me a reason for my being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I love what I'm feelin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave me a meaning to my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I've gone beyond existing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And it all began when I met you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I met you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave me a reason for my being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I love what I'm feelin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gave me a meaning to my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I've gone beyond existing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And it all began when I met you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112443001326236833?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112443001326236833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112443001326236833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112443001326236833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112443001326236833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-i-met-you-by-apo.html' title='When I Met You (by APO)'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426804631366897</id><published>2005-08-17T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:40:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witch with OSG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/bigskymind.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/bigskymind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/bigskymind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Sky Mind @ Q.C with Via Astris Family&lt;br /&gt;Coffee after Taco Party ( where's the booze?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Orion_slave_girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Orion_slave_girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSG = Orion Slave Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426804631366897?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426804631366897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426804631366897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426804631366897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426804631366897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/witch-with-osg.html' title='The Witch with OSG'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426775875991655</id><published>2005-08-17T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:35:58.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party! More Booze :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/MIP_Group11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/MIP_Group11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/MIP_Group21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/MIP_Group21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MIP @ Q.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Central with Yahoo! Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426775875991655?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426775875991655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426775875991655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426775875991655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426775875991655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/party-more-booze.html' title='Party! More Booze :)'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426716818088103</id><published>2005-08-17T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:26:08.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witch's Den</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%200021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; August FISH Activity ( Yahoo! Rama @ K-Pointe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Management Team in Jammies :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; July FISH Activity (Pajama Party @ K-Pointe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; June FISH Activity (Back to School @ OSM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/IMGP1584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/IMGP1584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May FISH Activity (SAGALA @ OSM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426716818088103?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426716818088103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426716818088103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426716818088103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426716818088103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/witchs-den.html' title='The Witch&apos;s Den'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426629457172395</id><published>2005-08-17T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:11:34.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the Witch's new House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;First FISH Activity - Hawaiian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Witch's Boss' Surprise Bday Bash @ OSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yahoo! Kick Off party @ Elbow Room Podium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/management%20team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/management%20team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The management Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426629457172395?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426629457172395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426629457172395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426629457172395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426629457172395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-of-witchs-new-house.html' title='More of the Witch&apos;s new House'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426577935832453</id><published>2005-08-17T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:02:59.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witch's new House and Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/Picture%20604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/Picture%20604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Team Building @ Linden Suites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/IMGP1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/IMGP1525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Team Awarding (May 2005) @ OSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/IMGP1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/IMGP1514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Fisrt Night Out with my agents @ Aruba, Metrowalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/team3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/team3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yahoo! Go-Live @ OSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426577935832453?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426577935832453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426577935832453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426577935832453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426577935832453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/witchs-new-house-and-kids.html' title='The Witch&apos;s new House and Kids'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426439283106379</id><published>2005-08-17T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:39:52.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FLIGHT- the Witch's Mother Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/msn11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/msn11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/msn11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don Henrico's Baguio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/20050416_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/20050416_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gilligans with MSN Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/CIMG0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/msn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/msn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Flight Team @ PMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;(funny.. none of the pictures captured beer being passed around :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426439283106379?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426439283106379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426439283106379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426439283106379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426439283106379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/flight-witchs-mother-ship.html' title='The FLIGHT- the Witch&apos;s Mother Ship'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426325343849996</id><published>2005-08-17T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:20:53.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More friends for the Witch! ACA Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/gale21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/gale21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Galera with ACA Sisters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/dampa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/dampa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dampa (This is what binds us -- FOOD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/lastsupper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/lastsupper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ACA Family @ OSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/gale3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/gale3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Galera with ACA Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/subic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/subic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Subic Get Away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426325343849996?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426325343849996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426325343849996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426325343849996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426325343849996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-friends-for-witch-aca-family.html' title='More friends for the Witch! ACA Family'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426219753918862</id><published>2005-08-16T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:03:17.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CallBears Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/mimosa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/mimosa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/fontana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/fontana2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/fontana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/fontana1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Call bears (also known as my kids here in Manila) @ Mimosa and Fontana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope we can get together again SOON! It's been months :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426219753918862?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426219753918862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426219753918862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426219753918862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426219753918862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/callbears-family.html' title='CallBears Family'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112426155919449569</id><published>2005-08-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:52:39.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing more friends :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/new_geb10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/new_geb10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gracelane with POL/PLG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/IMG_1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/IMG_1261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Puerto Galera with PLG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/IMG_1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/IMG_1407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Villa Alfredo with PLG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112426155919449569?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112426155919449569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112426155919449569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426155919449569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112426155919449569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/missing-more-friends-s.html' title='Missing more friends :S'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112425833076326457</id><published>2005-08-16T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:58:50.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood friends and Flatmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/th_tagaytay31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/th_tagaytay31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/th_starbucks42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/th_starbucks42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starbucks Tagaytay (January 2005) Childhood friends and flatmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/1600/th_tagaytay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7086/1433/320/th_tagaytay1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;We all used to just live in one house and now we rarely see each other.Hoping to have a get together with them soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112425833076326457?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112425833076326457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112425833076326457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425833076326457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425833076326457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-childhood-friends-and-flatmates.html' title='My Childhood friends and Flatmates'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112425614174049785</id><published>2005-08-16T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:22:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flame... The Moth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I, I am the flame, the candle's flame. I, I stand alone, alone in the vast darkness. I am but a candle's flame. Too insignificant to shed its light, too weak to withstand the breeze, too small to show some warmth. Nevertheless I burn, I consume. Feed me fuel and taste infernal rage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;You, you are the moth, the extraordinary moth. You, you came from emptiness, from emptiness into my presence. You are but a moth, easily attracted to the flame, and as easily you disappear into the shroud of mystery. Nevertheless, it is your beauty I see, your simplicity. Don't go away, don't leave me. I just want to look at you, much more to know you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is not desire I have for you but mere adoration, admiration. I see in you a character full of virtue. But I do not want to meet you, I do not want to greet you. I am not for you, you are not for me. I do not want to find out you are not who I thought you were. Do not fall for me, I too am not who you think I am. Can't you see, all around me are the memories of the bitter past of those who dared. You are no different unless you stay away. I must sadly admit, I shall devour you. In the end, I alone remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;You see me as a great mystery you can't remove from your mind. You see right through me and notice my contradictions. You can't help but ask why. You see a light distinct from the rest and can't believe I can do you harm. My apparent coldness, the stillness of my icy blue soul has hidden the scorching sting you will only feel on contact. You no longer distinguish between curiosity and attraction, desire. There is nothing I can do for you. Nothing. For a moment I doubted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;For a moment I thought, was I the flame or was I the moth.I was drawn to you. The idea of you slowly crept into the crevices of my thoughts, filling each gap. I hope it's not too late, let not my desires get hold of myself. For deep within me I know I am fire, a red flame dragon. I know you will only be a victim of a disillusioned heart, and I, I would remain the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mere candle in the vast city of lights. There are a lot brighter lights out there, much safer lights. Why me? All I wanted was to gaze at you, to know who you really are. Please don't leave. But if you must, go. And I, I will be here, alone waiting for the right one to come. The fire moth who shall overcome my nature eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up to reality, we are not meant to be. Our ideas of each other are but fantasies. I know you will only hate me for who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112425614174049785?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112425614174049785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112425614174049785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425614174049785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425614174049785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/flame-moth.html' title='The Flame... The Moth...'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112425589130487544</id><published>2005-08-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:18:11.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really believe in "THE ONE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;an excerpt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;in your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved...the one you're with...and the one that got away. Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose. I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance. How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big; inconsequentially become deal breakers simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good; it's just that it's not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact. Then one day you're ready. You really are. And when this happens you'll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it'll work because you're ready. It'll work because it's the right time and you'll make it work. And it'll make sense, it really will. So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you've become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there's no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you're single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn't matter. All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about. You'll think about them because you'll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You'll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?" That's what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you'll have in your life. If you're married, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it ¡s alright. It's never nice to live with a "might have been", but it happens. Maybe the one that got away is the one who's already married. In which case it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and gray and reminiscing. But if neither of that is the case, then it's different. What do you do if it's not yet too late? Simple...find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you'll always wonder, what if you got that one? Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away." You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I'm thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you're the one that almost got away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112425589130487544?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112425589130487544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112425589130487544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425589130487544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425589130487544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-you-really-believe-in-one.html' title='Do you really believe in &quot;THE ONE&quot;'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112425546398808547</id><published>2005-08-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:11:03.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witch writes more Love Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's gonna be morning when you read this so here's your morning kiss and hugs!!! Someday,i'd like to get the chance to tell you this.. i love the way you hold me when i am drifting asleep..i love the way you gently tuck my hair when i dont notice. i love the way you give me butterfly kisses so that you wont disturb my sleep.. most of all i love the way i feel secured and loved in your arms.. hope things turn out for the best!! muah!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me smile for no reason at all you make me feel light whenever were together you make me realize how beautiful life is kaso di naman kita pedi mahalin.. kasi friends lang tayo diba?.. mahirap haluaan ng malisya.. minsan kaka bad trip isipin pero ganyan talaga.. sabi nga life's a bitch!!! hay... masaya nako ng ganito magkasama tayo sa gimikan.. sa saya... pag may problema ka sa buhay o sa babae man.. tatakbuhan moko at hihingahan ng sama ng loob.. eto naman ako ang faithful friend i console ka.. tapos back to normal na naman ulit ang lahat... kelan mo kaya marerealize na nag exist ako sa mundo???maisip mo din kaya na posible na maging more than friends tayo???... siguro mas okay na nga ang ganito... masaya na ako nakikita kang masaya... wala namang masama sa mangarap at libre naman tayong managinip... *sighs&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112425546398808547?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112425546398808547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112425546398808547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425546398808547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425546398808547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/witch-writes-more-love-letters.html' title='The Witch writes more Love Letters'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112425520142351838</id><published>2005-08-16T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:06:41.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushy Emails for the Witch from friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;an excerpt from an email.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I've been there in my dreams at least. LOL I'll stop having such thoughts. I wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. This is one of those rare times where I'm not exactly telling the truth. I'm beginning to wonder if I can arouse a passion in you. Hmmmm........ I think that I'm gonna try real hard. Seems like the thing to do! Ok, I'll stop talking so silly, it's just that you bring out the idiot in me. I think that I'm in love with the notion of falling in love with you. It's my own doing. I'm afraid I can be too much of a romantic sometimes, almost to the point of letting reality slip away. Hmmm.. How can I say it without you thinking I'm totally Gago! I know you know what I'm talking about. It's just the way we met and all of the circumstances makes me want to believe in fate, omens, magic, God, and the whole soulmate thing. I know, I'm dreaming! But tell the truth, don't you think about it a little? Maybe wish it's possible sometimes? It could happen! LOL Alrighty then my little filipina "friend". Let's go and take some photos somewhere. Got any ideas. Do you have a camera these days? I'm trying to keep my emails a little bit strange so that you don't get bored. See ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's another one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;why do i keep on thinking about someone who doesn't think of me? why do i keep on dreaming about someone who doesn't dream of me? why do i keep on reaching for that person when he never reaches out to me? why do i keep saying his name when i'm not sure if he still remembers me? why do i keep on seeing someone who is more than a thousand miles away from me? why do i keep on wishing for someone who doesn't wish for me? why do i keep on hoping when there seems to be none? why do i keep on asking for someone who seems to be not meant for me? one day, i asked God to lead me to this person since then, whenever i pass by a church, i always say "please lead me to him" and what do you know? God did! He led me to him I found him... after 12 long years... but he's far, and he's different The moment I found him, I stopped and asked myself why did i ever asked to be led to this person? is it because i had been dreaming of him and can't explain why? do i still feel the same? i'm not even sure how i really feel about him! but why do i have to go through all these? i feel butterflies on my stomach but i don't know why should i feel good about it or not? did God led me to him only to make me feel..... confused?! I don't know what to do...or do i have to do anything?&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The beauty of romance and passion is that every second of the moment is suspended in air. It's cloud 9, 24/7, the steamy touches continue to burn even after both your partner's hands are already off your jellowed body. You'd know you're hook when your senses become chaotic, biology is contradicted. I mean, you could smell his scent just by looking at him from a distance! Your hormones seem to run in different directions. The energy created by those sexy glances seems to liven up even dead skin cells. Have you noticed how you tend to be creative in finding means to touch each other to avoid public display of affection? Like touching shoes and pinky embraces. Kisses aren't just kisses, they become symptoms of a deeper yearning inside of you. The crave for intimacy reaches your soul. It's no longer enough to be touched and caressed, you also feel the urge to join minds. Emotions become rainbow colored, the most advanced dictionary becomes obsolete coz you tend to create your own words and communicate in a different language ... almost alien. But how does one make this last? When unsheltered regions of your anatomy have been mapped, how do you expand yourself further so more explorations and expeditions can be made? What's the secret in keeping the kisses hot, embraces warm, teases more arousing? I don't yet need the answers to these questions. I'm still enveloped in the magical moment of romance. I'm just wondering, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112425520142351838?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112425520142351838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112425520142351838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425520142351838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425520142351838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/mushy-emails-for-witch-from-friends.html' title='Mushy Emails for the Witch from friends...'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112425487739358418</id><published>2005-08-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:01:17.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witch writes Love Letters -2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;more mushy stuff from the witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;June 30, 2003 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hi...what’s up? ur last email is kinda long... and im speechless... i dont need you to be poetic in ur emails..i just need you to be urself... show me the real you... the beauty behind that fragrant face of urs.... i think were both old and matured enough to differentiate fantasy from reality and that we both know that love is a thing not to be toyed with...and love is too strong a word to use also.. who knows in our past lives our souls might have met already and was just forced apart by nature and now fate is bringing it back together.. soulmates..maybe that’s the right term.. coz if we sum up all of the things that we both have in common there's no other definition i can think of. Ur 5,000 miles away from me and yet we met..there are more than a billion people on earth and yet we found out we had the same friends..and there are millions of surfers in the net and yet you saw my email address and picked me... i dont know what to call that ... fate? i guess... hmmm..what should we do when we meet??? maybe we could start with.. “ can I have a peck on the cheek? ” and take it from there. but if you ask me id rather enjoy the spontaneity of the relationship.. the soul of every man is seen in the eyes..who knows maybe when ur eyes meets mine..we'll both feel the electricity of the moment and let our emotions decide.... till next email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;July 05, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s past five in the morning and for once I am at a loss for words… it’s a strange feeling for me.. one that I never expected. For when I think back of the moments we have shared…there is so much to reminisce, but to put it in words I don’t think I can, a poem is what’s needed to fully express what I feel. So my mind drifts…and as I sip my coffee, I am reminded of a flare from days ago. I knew then it would be the start of something. We had a wonderful time together and I’ve been thinking about that this past few hours, we could just talk for hours and not get bored. I find you very sensual and exciting, soon after we peel off our clothes and kiss each other and totally lose ourselves in romance. I like you for your passion for that’s what makes life beautiful. I treasured the days we shared together even for a short period of time. I know it’s wrong to like you but how could it be wrong? When your sweet gentle kiss brings me pleasure, your touch sends shivers thru my body and your hug warms my soul, as of now I am going to live the moment and just see where it leads us to. I’m looking forward to seeing you again. Take care always and bear in mind that though were miles apart… what we had shared will always be kept in my safety box of wonderful memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;July 30, 2003 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Morning! Yup you got the correct spelling of my name And its the sweetest name that you can call me.I'm infront of my computer for 12 hours a day so when i get an email i m able to answer quickly unless im swamped with calls. I would not dispute any thoughts that you might have of me ..but instead i'll just let you find out for yourself if i am what you think of me.I kept on thinking of you all the time, you really have been on my mind lately, I just hope that I am all you have expected of me to be.In this same thought that I could be accepted in your family without any sort of ill will. Even though it’s early to say things such as this. Now is as good as any to think that we might be meant to be. Im glad that i could make you smile... laughter is what makes life easier... I do agree with you that things started out strange but somehow..its not so strange anymore..Patience my dear is a virtue and it would eventually pay off in the end.. there's no need to rush..I am not going anywhere..i'll be here waiting for you and maybe then you wont need to just think that i am your pillow..you would be able to hold me tight and have me by your side when you wake up till next email ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112425487739358418?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112425487739358418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112425487739358418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425487739358418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425487739358418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/witch-writes-love-letters-2003.html' title='The Witch writes Love Letters -2003'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112425452579886548</id><published>2005-08-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:08:04.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witch writes Love letters - 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just Sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 2001 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I kept on thinking of you all the time, you really have been the light of my life now, ever since you told me on that day how you felt for me. I' m lucky to have someone like you. I just hope that I am all you have thought of me to be and that I am not someone that has disappointed you whatsoever. In this same thought that I could be accepted in your family without any sort of ill will. I hope that their hopes for the right person for their son will be as fitting as your decision for me to be part of your life now. Even though it’s early in our relationship to say things such as this. Now is as good as any to think that I do really feel that we are meant to be. It may have come out strange in the beginning but what started as friendship has gotten stronger by the day and I just pray that all will come out fine for both of us on both sides of our families. Sorry for bring up such a subject, I just think that I really am serious enough that I do consider you to be the one that will be on my side for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's another one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The room is silent except for the sound of my radio and the flicker of the candle I just lighted… it’s past two in the morning and I couldn’t sleep and for once I am at a loss for words. It’s a strange feeling for me, one that I never expected, for when I think back of the moments we have shared…there is so much to remember. And as I sip my coffee.. I see the flame in front of me and it reminds me of another fire from months ago when we first met with your famous line “ can I have a peck on the cheek? ” I knew then it would be the start of something …I have been captured and captivated by you. I remember calling you after I found out of your civil status and telling you I wouldn’t ask for commitment or I love you’s and that let us just enjoy the spontaneity of the relationship and I have never wavered since, until now… we have a wonderful time together and I’ve been thinking about it a lot these past few days.. How we enjoy being together, we could just enjoy being together, strolling the malls, dining out, chatting or just sitting in silence. You have thought, inspired and supported me and you’ll never know how much it meant to me. I treasure the life we shared together. You have something inside you, something beautiful and strong, you have your own way of showing you care. Kindness that’s what I see when I look at you. I am frightened by the knowledge that all this would be ending soon. There are no words to express my grief and I’m at a loss for words. You and I were different. You showed me what it was like to care for another and I’m a better person because of that. The reason it hurts so much to separate is because I’d like think our souls are connected, maybe in our past lives we’ve found each other and for some reason was forced apart by nature. I see your wit and charm and know they have grown stronger with each life you had lived. I would like to tell you it would work out for both of us and promise to do all I can to make sure It does, but if we never meet again, I believe that we would meet again in another life and maybe then the stars would change and we would be together. I am not bitter because of what’s going to happen but instead I’m confident in knowing that what we have is real. I’m thankful that you came into my life and became part of it… but for some reason it cant be us I wont cry too much, I’m just glad our that our paths crossed and somehow you made me happy even for just awhile. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other..I will smile at you with joy and recall the times we spent together having coffee, watching movies, learning from each other and growing in passion. And maybe for a brief moment you’ll feel it too and you’ll smile back and savor the memories we shared together. And as I sit in silence I think back of our life together.. You are always with me at least in my heart and it’s impossible for me to not to recall a time when you are not part of me. I do not know what could have happened had I not met you, but I have no doubt that I would have lived and died with regrets, that thank God I’ll never know. You are the reason, the dream, the hope I’ve ever had and whatever happens in the future.. The times we were together are the greatest days of my life. And if you save this letter to read again. Then believe that what I’m writing for you is real. And as I struggle to remember everything about this moment..About you!!!! I end this letter with a breaking heart :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112425452579886548?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112425452579886548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112425452579886548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425452579886548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425452579886548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/witch-writes-love-letters-2001.html' title='The Witch writes Love letters - 2001'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112425327270824868</id><published>2005-08-16T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:35:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Personal from the Demented Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A story I’d like to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s hide them in the name of Isabela and Jonathan.Isabela met Jonathan September 1999.they each worked as a disc jock for a different radio station in Baguio... they knew each other only through phone conversations.. It always takes them hours of talk time. His board work starts at 8 PM till 12 AM while Isabela is on the afternoon shift and no caller would be able to get through the line to request for a song or to have greetings. Time just passes by quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they decided to meet after their work. They would meet at Dunkin Donuts Session Road because that's open for 24hrs... She arrived first because Jonathan had to do some voice over for the station... both of them meeting the first time. Isabela ordered for coffee and sat two tables near the door, after a few minutes (which actually felt like hours) she suddenly felt the urge to look up and saw this tall guy walking in.. The guy smiled at her and said you’re Isabela?... Isabela just sat there staring at the guy and after a few seconds said yes. Jonathan then ordered his coffee and sat across her.. They talked about everything.. Their talk was endless.. Its as if they would never ran out of stories to tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coffee Jonathan then asked isabela to take a walk with him along Session road... the weather was cold and the lights added to the mood ... he got hold of her hand and they strolled along.. Enjoying the moment.. Acting like kids.. Jaywalking... laughing... they were having the time of their life (it’s like heaven on Earth) after that he escorted her to his car and brought her home.. Before they parted ways he gave her a kiss which sent shivers all over her body.. It was a long and lingering kiss... not wanting to part...which they eventually did after 30minutes or so.. After that both of them didn’t get to sleep. I knew this because the next day.. He wanted to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started seeing each other on a regular basis... both of them were seeing someone at that time and problems came.. But they stood firm.. Not wanting to let go of the special connection they had for each other and they called it LOVE... finally they got over the storm and now happily see each other... for one year.. until Isabela got reassigned.. they would talk and text everyday... promising each other their loyalty.. They even had plans of marriage.. They tried to see each other every month.. it went on that way until July of 2001..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened... Isabela went to back to Baguio for a company trip... and so she called Jonathan... while she was talking to him, she felt like something was wrong. His voice was cold as the wind... she thought he was just having a bad day... until he said.. I can’t see you anymore.. it came as a shocked to her and all she could say was.. Is there someone else??? Not wanting to sound hurt...but deep inside she was breaking up... it took a long while before he could answer and after a sigh.. He said yes, I'm seeing someone else.. After a long pause and about to burst into tears, Isabela said okay.. Goodbye then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t even meet to talk it out.. That was the last time Isabela spoke with Jonathan.. She was in a state of shocked.. they just saw each other the other month and they were very happy... he even introduced her to his family.. and everything was going well.. How could something like this happen???? Where did I go wrong?? Isabela kept on asking herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came 2002 Isabela was about to marry someone.. but she backed out.. why??? one of the reasons is she still hasn’t closed the book on Jonathan.. And every time she goes to Baguio to visit her friends.. Somehow something inside her is still hoping she'd see him and ask him face to face why??? As for Jonathan-- he quit radio and started his own computer shop.. Has a one year old baby girl and I'm just not sure if he got married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad story though.. Isabela's friends thought she was okay because she had this tough attitude, which makes her strong, and a friend to lean on for others. But what they don’t know is that deep inside her she still wants to know why???... Baguio which has served as Isabela's hiding place whenever she has problems and would like to soul search has now become a place where she found hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now Isabela is doing okay and I'm helping her get through this one. I just hope her questions get answers but if not, I would always be here to help her forget the past and continue moving on to the future ... And why not? I am ISABELA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112425327270824868?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112425327270824868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112425327270824868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425327270824868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112425327270824868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-personal-from-demented-witch.html' title='Something Personal from the Demented Witch'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112424945400344206</id><published>2005-08-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:30:54.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilo and Stitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Names were changed.. coz if Lilo finds out i posted this, she might kill me :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wrote this years ago and all of the characters involved have taken different paths but the friendship is and will always there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever experienced having a friend? You were both so close that you feel like there’s an empty part of you whenever the other person is not around. The perfect soul mate. I promised a friend I would write their story. Ill just name them Lilo and Stitch. They have been friends since elementary, but they became really close during college. Lilo is 5’4 in height, fair-complexed girl who’s pretty and smart. Stitch on the other hand is 5’7 in height, was nerdy looking during school days but now a heartthrob. Stitch is the epitome of perfect maleness. Lilo had a secret crush on Stitch ever since she laid eyes on him. Stitch has this kind and warm character that anybody who knew him would be captured. Before my 22nd birthday, things started happening. Lilo’s sister Gabrielle found out from her Maria Clara kuno friend that Stitch had a crush on Lilo. From then on, it things never stayed the same. Stitch started courting Lilo, which is good; because they are so compatible. They laugh at the unfunniest things. Just a look from each other and they laugh, as if sharing a secret joke. Which got us a little pissed of because they had their own world. I was allowed in that world because I am their object of jokes. But that’s okay; they’re my friends, it’s all for the sake of fun since they know when to stop when they see me pissed off already. Now, during my birthday, something tragic happened (its not really that tragic). Stitch told Lilo that he decided to stop courting because he wants to save the friendship and he wants to concentrate on his career since he was still a new member of a well-known boy band. That if they became more intimate and then fought, the friendship they shared would be ruined; ( duh! how pathetic can he get?? He shouldn’t have decided for both of them.) Anyway, so all went well. Lilo began accepting the fact that they’re just friends. One sunny day, I was in Makati. I decided to get together with Gabrielle and Lilo for lunch. We were at Burger King Glorietta, I texted Stitch to join us since we haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. The three of us were excited, imagine after how many months; well be seeing each other again WOW!!!  ..Here comes the sad part Stitch promptly replied at my text; Sige kita tayo, Sama ko GIRLFRIEND ko para ma meet nyo!!! Arrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhh!!!! Now who wouldn’t get pissed off with that statement??? So when I told Lilo what Stitch had said; the sunny day wasn’t so pleasant anymore. It’s like rain in sunshine!!! All the excitement was changed with anguish and hate. We still decided to meet up with Stitch though, so he wouldn’t notice anything unusual. After 3 hours, we met up with Stitch, his girl and Uncle Bilbo. We happily chatted ( Plastik noh) we even decided to go strolling. Uncle Bilbo became my partner (don’t get me wrong. we became yosi buddies) he told me he noticed the tension in the air.. (sempre ang byuti ko dedma) I just told him it was nothing.. If you could just feel Lilos’ pain it was heart breaking (huhuhu) after awhile Stitch girlfriend had to live. What a joy for us..(She was so quiet. all she did was look at her notebook with Stitch’s picture!!! duh!!! I know I’m being biased but hello; she’s not my friend noh!! Good for her she’s now hooked up with another boy band) so stitch left to aid his girl in getting a bus ride, with a promise that he’ll be back soon and we’ll be watching a movie. And so we did; after Gabrielle, Lilo and me had dinner at Wendy’s g4, stitch arrived with uncle Bilbo. I forgot the movie title, but it was a great night Lolo was with us. Lilo and stitch even sat side by side during the movie..(Imagine how much it hurt for Lilo) Anyway, after the movie, we finally went on our separate ways; when we finally got home Lilo was really disappointed at Stitch. I texted stitch that what he did was wrong and that someone did get hurt in the process. So days went by, finally Stitch had the courage to email Lilo and settle things up. After a couple of weeks, things started getting back to normal. We were all again going out together as friends and Stitch with Scabbers would usually go to Lilo’s place and sleep over every night. Things were really doing great for both of them. Stitch was a lifesaver for Lilo. We all now live in one house and they became even closer; they have the best platonic relationship (Platonic nga ba???) hehe; anyway it was the best days of their lives. Whenever one of them was down and had problems, the other would know how to cheer him/her up, even when everyone else had tried. They have their own world that mojo jojo even got irritated by their closeness. Oh well, stitch left the country and he’ll be there for three months; if you’ve seen the way Lilo and Stitch cried and hugged each other, you’ll think they’re a couple being set apart. The moment Stitch reached the land of Disneyland, the first person he called was Lilo and he even instructed her to tell his relatives he is okay (Now tell me; wouldn’t you doubt that kind of relationship???) diba everything starts with friends lang kami??? uuuuyyyy!!! I just hope that when Stitch arrives, he’ll realize that it’s worth taking the risks and that maybe Lilo is the one for him!!! That would be the best Christmas gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112424945400344206?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112424945400344206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112424945400344206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424945400344206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424945400344206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/lilo-and-stitch.html' title='Lilo and Stitch'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112424575027150503</id><published>2005-08-16T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:29:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's that time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtesy of my good friend Chelly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think that i shall never see a guy who's perfect just for me a man who's bright and doesn't bore me who has the good taste to adore me one who'll make my insides tingle who is (dare i hope it!) single and who if our lips should lock can send my hormones into shock! a man who's passion does not wane when he finds out i've got a brain yet one who'll flatter, charm and flirt ( a lot of money couldn't hurt) so if you see my mr. right, feel free to call me day or night and if he doesn't come along i'll consider mr. Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112424575027150503?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112424575027150503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112424575027150503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424575027150503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424575027150503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='it&apos;s that time of the year...'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112424465923058795</id><published>2005-08-16T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:15:34.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Buhay Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Reality of Single Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bakit ba tuwing may "get2geder" ang mga tao, mapa-family reunion man or simpleng barkada gimik, ang unang tanong sayo ay "May boyfriend ka ba?" at bago ka pa maka-sagot ay maririnig mo naman ang "Bakett walaaaaaa??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hayyy, kelangan ba talagang may bitbit kang boylet sa mga occasions na ito? Pano kung wala talaga? Alangan namang maki-usap pa ako sa mga "close" guy friends ko para magpanggap na "kami"?! Di naman ata tama yun, dee-bah? How I wish na sana mas maintindihan ng mga tao na sa mga panahon ngayon ay "accepted" na sa society na MEDYO made-delay ang pag-iisang dibdib ng mga kababaihan.. especially girls like me who want to get into so many things all at the same time. I also wish that people would understand that OKAY LANG AKO and the rest of THE SAMAHANG MALAMIG ANG PASKO... Valentines day.. Birthday..etc. I mean, we do get lonely once in a while.. naiiinggit din dun sa mga may LOVELIFE... paminsan-minsan? kung minsan naman ay nagmumuni-muni sa mga past kilig moments? but these lonely moments do not and will not make our "world" stop... Isipin nyo na lang, na kung wala kaming mga single friends nyo, eh di wala kayong paghihingahan ng sama ng loob tuwing nag-aaway kayo ng boylet or girlet nyo? wala rin kayong "instant date" kung sakaling mangailangan kayo?... wala rin kayong mahihila sa mall para maghanap ng magandang regalo for your better-half pag xmas... o kaya pag bday nya? at ang pinakamahalaga sa lahat, wala kayong KAKAMPI if things between you and your labidabs don't work out. Marami naman sa aming mga singles ay nakaranas na rin na "ma-in-love".. yun nga lang, obvious ba?????????? it all didn't work out! Pero di naman kami "bitter" o galit sa mundo? ang totoo nga nyan eh mas lumalalim ang kahulugan ng "love" para sa min. When you're all by yourself, there's more time to reflect and think what you really want it life. Mas naiisip mo kung ano ba talaga ang makakapagbigay ng tunay na ligaya sayo... at mas naiisip mo kung pano matutupad ang lahat ng mga pangarap mo. And while reflecting, we also get to imagine that we will, one day.... end up with someone who will share those dreams with us. Di naman sa nang-iinggit ako pero masaya rin ang buhay naming mga single... Biruin mo we can go out with anybody, (tara let's party ) anytime..that is. We can get into all kinds of things.. like go to the gym regularly.. or get into all kinds of sports... or any "Self-enhancement" programs, etc... Mejo tipid din ang buhay single kasi ala naman kaming po-problemahin tuwing Valentines day or Christmas? o diba ang saya? Sa palagay ko naman ay lahat tayo ay may karapatang sumaya ke single man o attached. I guess may kanya-kanya lang tayong panahong lumigaya at Diyos lamang ang makapagsasabi... kung kelan nga dadating ang oras na yon. So, para sa mga kasalukuyang "ATTACHED", I wish you all the luck and happiness. Should there be any problems, don't forget that your SINGLE friends are always here for you!!!!! Sa mga "bagong SINGLES" naman, wag nang magmukmok! Enjoy life.... enjoy the single life!!! There are a lot of things that you will still discover. At tandaan mo, DI KA NAG-IISA!!! madami-dami tayo..hehehehe At dun naman sa kapwa kong mga SINGLES? I hope that we are one in believing that we long for someone NOT BECAUSE WE WANT TO BE HAPPY but we long for someone because we want to share our happiness with that special person for the rest of our lives.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/15471905-112424465923058795?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112424465923058795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112424465923058795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424465923058795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424465923058795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/ang-buhay-single.html' title='Ang Buhay Single'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112424392620242476</id><published>2005-08-16T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:58:46.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Song of BITCHes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hate the world today.&lt;br /&gt;You're so good to me,&lt;br /&gt;I know but I can't change.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;But you look at me like maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'm an angel underneath,&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I cried.&lt;br /&gt;You must have been relieved&lt;br /&gt;To see the softer side,&lt;br /&gt;I can understand how you'd be so confused,&lt;br /&gt;I don't envy you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit of everything&lt;br /&gt;all rolled into one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mother,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a saint,&lt;br /&gt;and I do not feel ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between.&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me as I am,&lt;br /&gt;This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man.&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to extremes:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will change,&lt;br /&gt;And today won't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mother,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a saint,&lt;br /&gt;and I do not feel ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between.&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you've got me figured out,&lt;br /&gt;The season's already changin'.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cool you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mother,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a saint,&lt;br /&gt;and I do not feel ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between.&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tease,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a goddess on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt,&lt;br /&gt;When you suffer,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your angel undercover.&lt;br /&gt;I've been numb,&lt;br /&gt;I'm revived,&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm not alive,&lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;O-o-o, o-o-o-ooooo&lt;br /&gt;O-o-o, o-o-o-ooooo&lt;br /&gt;O-o-o, o-o-o-ooooo&lt;br /&gt;(repeat until fade)&lt;/span&gt;&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/15471905-112424392620242476?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112424392620242476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112424392620242476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424392620242476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424392620242476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/official-song-of-bitches.html' title='Official Song of BITCHes'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112424133936465993</id><published>2005-08-16T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:15:39.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a BITCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You might have seen this Spammed in your e-mails already and I'm posting it here for those who haven't read it yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is why I call myself "the BITCH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When i stand for my beliefs and myself they call me a bitch!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When i stand for those i love they call me a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When i speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way they call me a bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being a bitch means: I wont compromise what’s in my heart, It means I live my life my own way. It means I wont allow anyone to step on me, when I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it I am defined as a bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid or when I act a little selfish it means I have courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and wont become anyone else's idea of what they think I should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am outspoken, opinionated and determined! I want what I want and there's nothing wrong with that! So try to stomp on me try to douse my inner flame try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You wont succeed. And if that makes me a BITCH then so be it!!! I embrace the title and I’m proud to bear it!!&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/15471905-112424133936465993?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112424133936465993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112424133936465993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424133936465993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424133936465993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-bitch.html' title='I am a BITCH!'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471905.post-112424023739681452</id><published>2005-08-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:58:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs? What the Hell is Blogging???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Often hear people ask me "what's your blog site?" and I go DUH!!! But as I check on my friends different blog sites, It made me see their different opinions and views on things... It also made me get to know them better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I'm starting my own blog site with the hope that those who read this will get to know and understand the real me... the B.I.T.C.H! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471905-112424023739681452?l=dementedwitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112424023739681452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471905&amp;postID=112424023739681452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424023739681452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471905/posts/default/112424023739681452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dementedwitch.blogspot.com/2005/08/blogs-what-hell-is-blogging.html' title='Blogs? What the Hell is Blogging???'/><author><name>TwistedME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291492066552089308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/Vampkestral/keropi_tn.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
