<?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-6262469</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:53:33.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty in the eyes of the beholder.</title><subtitle type='html'>From inside out....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-113954586181831624</id><published>2006-02-09T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:31:01.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so torn between two lovers!....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/113954586181831624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/113954586181831624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113954586181831624' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-113218649131070740</id><published>2005-11-16T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:14:51.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone from another part of the world makes my day....Is that possible the he might be the one that makes my worldgo round while I am not in favor of long distance relationships???Oh well, as of now, I'm happy everytime he texts me... :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/113218649131070740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/113218649131070740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113218649131070740' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-112744745669248308</id><published>2005-09-22T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:13:01.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LITTLE BITM.Y.M.P.I was kinda hesitant to tell you Should I let you know I was never really like this before Need I say more Or maybe I'm confused when you are near me I don't know what to do or I should be There's only one thing in my mind That's you and me CHORUS I'm a little bit of crazy I'm a little bit of a fool I'm a little bit of lonely I'm a little bit of all Oh, I need a cure Just a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112744745669248308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112744745669248308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112744745669248308' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-112736435133159670</id><published>2005-09-21T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:45:51.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Price Charming, where art thou?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112736435133159670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112736435133159670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112736435133159670' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-112408220724204272</id><published>2005-08-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:03:27.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the songs I would like to hear from the guy that I will spend my life withThe Way you Look TonightSome day, when I'm awfully low, When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you... And the way you look tonight. Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm And your cheeks so soft, There is nothing for me but to love you, And the way you look tonight. With each word your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112408220724204272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112408220724204272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112408220724204272' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-112253052894272561</id><published>2005-07-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:02:08.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! I turned quarter of a century yesterday....I've been dying to check my emails yesterday.. hoping... for something...As I checked my emails today, I realized that it's prolly one of the signs for me to let go of something I've been holding on for quite a while now. I am sure that you know how that feeling goes, right? It's kinda hard to let go when you think that you won't have the certainty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112253052894272561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112253052894272561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112253052894272561' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-112174089070461896</id><published>2005-07-18T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:41:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi sweetie,I wonder how ur doing right now...Hope ur alright...Well, I had a prayer last night asking God when am I going to meet you...I'm so excited...I know it'll be soon... Take Care</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112174089070461896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112174089070461896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112174089070461896' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-112014813074656964</id><published>2005-06-30T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T09:15:30.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning, sunshine!!!Hope you had a pleasant sleep. I wasn't able to get anough sleep last night because I've been thinking about the trip to the Philippines. I am so excited!...I hope you have a great day today....Take care!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112014813074656964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/112014813074656964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112014813074656964' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-111922774484837384</id><published>2005-06-19T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:35:44.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Dear,I haven't wrote a letter for you in a while. I've been busy these past months with school and trying to figure out what I want for a career.I wonder how you're doing right now. I hope you're okay and free of any sickness.I've been dreaming about you. Yet in my dreams, your face is still blurry. I guess, God is still preparing us both for the time that we can finally see each other. I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/111922774484837384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/111922774484837384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111922774484837384' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-111257368428688095</id><published>2005-04-03T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:14:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm wondering what you're doing right now...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/111257368428688095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/111257368428688095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111257368428688095' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-110645378466640258</id><published>2005-01-22T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T20:16:24.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This should be posted yesterday..Happy Birthday, Bong.... :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110645378466640258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110645378466640258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110645378466640258' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-110522341337513899</id><published>2005-01-08T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:30:13.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!Hope this year will be a very interesting one!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110522341337513899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110522341337513899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110522341337513899' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-110386905265980966</id><published>2004-12-23T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:17:32.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really wanted to talk to someone.... I wish I have one... I mean someone that I will really feel comfortable talking to....We've been through a lot of struggles but this new one has been affecting my innermost being!...I don't know what to feel. I don't know how to react. I don't know what to say.God this is my prayer...I've been holding on to your promises... please give me the strength </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110386905265980966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110386905265980966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110386905265980966' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-110334663768828127</id><published>2004-12-17T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:10:37.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished reading the book, When Dreams Come True by Eric and Leslie Ludy. I was so inpired by their story, that I decided to write my own lovestory for my future husband. I will keep in a journal until the day that I will finally meet him. I haven't been so affected with reading but this one is so different. I can definitely feel what was happening with all the stories. I guess, I also have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110334663768828127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110334663768828127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110334663768828127' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-110205037369664382</id><published>2004-12-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:06:13.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't wait to see you!Just the thought, makes me like you even more!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110205037369664382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110205037369664382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110205037369664382' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-110188011348452600</id><published>2004-11-30T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T21:48:33.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the weirdiest dream last night...I hope it'll be the opposite or else, I will my heart will be torn into very tiny pieces...it will be very very hard for me to move on....I hope to see you soon...I do miss you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110188011348452600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110188011348452600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110188011348452600' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-110134878045287262</id><published>2004-11-24T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T18:13:00.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110134878045287262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110134878045287262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110134878045287262' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-110065973034936561</id><published>2004-11-16T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:48:50.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110065973034936561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/110065973034936561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110065973034936561' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109867276965863586</id><published>2004-10-24T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:52:49.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss you, Mr. Nice Hands!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109867276965863586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109867276965863586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109867276965863586' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109805712455740563</id><published>2004-10-17T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T16:52:04.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope to feel the same way but no matter how hard I try to give the same love in return...I can't! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109805712455740563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109805712455740563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109805712455740563' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109708433924536881</id><published>2004-10-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:38:59.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no idea how to start this.... these past few days, I've been thinking of moving on...God knows how long have I been waiting for the time for us to be together...but lately, I am starting to be weary and hopeless.I will ask for the last sign this Sunday... yeah Sunday, that's the only time of the week we see each other right? I like you very much and hope I will feel that you like me, too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109708433924536881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109708433924536881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109708433924536881' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109633412463656393</id><published>2004-09-27T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:15:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ssshhhhh!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109633412463656393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109633412463656393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109633412463656393' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109469561371006739</id><published>2004-09-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:26:59.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your eyes are so cute!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109469561371006739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109469561371006739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109469561371006739' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109409470424140801</id><published>2004-09-01T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T20:11:44.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have this thing going on but I don't know if this is weird or what... I have an oath not to cut my hair until I find the love of my life! hahahaha!.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109409470424140801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109409470424140801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109409470424140801' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109296213227765726</id><published>2004-08-19T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T17:35:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:) there's always a reason to SMILE :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109296213227765726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109296213227765726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109296213227765726' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109235589847353829</id><published>2004-08-12T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T17:11:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A long time ago, there was an Emperor who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he likes, then the emperor would give him the area of land he has covered. Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109235589847353829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109235589847353829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109235589847353829' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109218052714388853</id><published>2004-08-10T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T16:28:47.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woman to Woman EncouragementSomeone will always be prettier. They will always be smarter. Theirhousewill be bigger. They will drive a better car. Their children will dobetter in school. And their husband will fix more things around thehouse.So let it go, and love you and your circumstances. You are blessed, and should give thanks for it, not whining and complaining and longing for something or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109218052714388853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109218052714388853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109218052714388853' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109201722655245276</id><published>2004-08-08T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T19:07:06.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT MIGHT BE YOU (Stephen Bishop)Time, I've been passing time watching trains go byAll of my life Lying on the sand watching seabirds flyWishing there could be someoneWaiting home for meSomething's telling me it might be youIt's telling me it might be youAll of my lifeLooking back as lovers go walking pastAll of my lifeWondering how they met and what makes it lastIf I found the place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109201722655245276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109201722655245276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109201722655245276' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109194062076563289</id><published>2004-08-07T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T21:50:20.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A shock absorber indeed....It's a hard job but I'm happy to help...I miss Mr. Nice Hands</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109194062076563289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109194062076563289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109194062076563289' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109141542585146041</id><published>2004-08-01T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T19:57:05.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess...he's still in China... probably he met someone already...Oh gawd! what in the world am I thinking!!!!!My mind is still unstable...it's August already! and I need to make up with my mind about stuff...I greeted my friend last Friday and she told me that she'll be moving back to the Philippines next year to continue her studies...she said.. she'll be probably be staying there for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109141542585146041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109141542585146041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109141542585146041' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109046024692246549</id><published>2004-07-21T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T18:37:26.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a conversation today with the McDonald's delivery truck driver because he saw me reading the book Purpose Driven Life.....he told that I made him think about stuff regarding what in the world is his purpose in life...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109046024692246549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109046024692246549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109046024692246549' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109036973203297499</id><published>2004-07-20T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T17:28:52.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been learning a lot in the book Purpose Driven Life I just wanna share this... I'm thinking of singing it on Sunday as my special birthday song, but I need a guy because this song is in duet...If we're that close maybe I could've ask you to sing with me coz you have a very lovely voice.... Everything To Me by Avalon I grew up in sunday school I memorized the Golden rule And how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109036973203297499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109036973203297499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109036973203297499' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-109002422428246561</id><published>2004-07-16T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T17:30:24.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sings*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109002422428246561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/109002422428246561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109002422428246561' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108977375882115116</id><published>2004-07-13T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T19:55:58.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't think of no one... but you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108977375882115116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108977375882115116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108977375882115116' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108961151016047326</id><published>2004-07-11T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:51:50.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is up with you????? don't you get it... I LIKE YOU!!!!!!!! Arrgh!(this is what I want to tell you this morning! I hope you get this message!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108961151016047326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108961151016047326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108961151016047326' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108908343724578353</id><published>2004-07-05T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T20:10:37.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hayayay!!! I can't stop thinking of you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108908343724578353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108908343724578353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108908343724578353' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108900737576190959</id><published>2004-07-04T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T23:02:55.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so excited to see you! I can see you as you enter the door from where I was standing, and I can feel my heart beat as I see you smile at me...This is funny coz we're not even that close...our simple HI and HELLO's means so much for me...How I wish you can read this... if you do, I will be so embarassed but I will be relieved because at least I was able to open up with these feelings...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108900737576190959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108900737576190959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108900737576190959' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108787715495786901</id><published>2004-06-21T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T21:05:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi there!!! It's been a while huh?..I really love this song of Alicia Keys..If I ain't Got youSome people live for the fortune Some people live just for the fame Some people live for the power yea Some people live just to play the game Some people think that the physical things define us within Some people want it all but I don’t want nothing at all if it aint you baby If I aint got you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108787715495786901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108787715495786901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108787715495786901' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108632319675711431</id><published>2004-06-03T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T21:26:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder what he's doing right now.. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108632319675711431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108632319675711431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632319675711431' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108614884449124820</id><published>2004-06-01T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T21:00:44.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is unfair...he loves you, but you love somebody else, and that somebody else MAYBE doesn't give a darn whether you like him or not...he keeps on going after you, but you keep on going after that somebody else...how in the world will the three of you gonna be happy???? And now, you think that you should probably just go with the one who goes after you...after all... you know that he loves you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108614884449124820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108614884449124820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108614884449124820' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108606091652537796</id><published>2004-05-31T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:35:16.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wish you can read this!...so you'll know what's goin on inside me....I can't count how many times I tried to forget everything about you... but still, you're one of the reasons why I can put SMILE on my face...Everytime I see you, I can't help but think that, it will be the moment....All I wish is for us right now is to be able to talk like friends...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108606091652537796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108606091652537796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108606091652537796' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108563544543961202</id><published>2004-05-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:24:05.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do questions like these percolate in the back of your mind: "What will I do if I lose my job?" "What can I look forward this week? "Can I afford to buy what I want?"We desire security. We enjoy recreation. We want to possess beauty. God designed us to experience all this. It's part of our innate desire to live life to the fullest.Unless we're careful, however, the drives meant to push us toward</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108563544543961202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108563544543961202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108563544543961202' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108537258880751280</id><published>2004-05-23T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:23:08.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom keeps on having this dream about me getting married to a Caucasian guy... and it is starting to freak me out a little bit...Deng! what is up with that?????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108537258880751280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108537258880751280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108537258880751280' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108485549254203274</id><published>2004-05-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:44:52.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> from my inbox...I answered half of the question which means I am halfly in love! LOLMessage: para sa mga taong nanliligaw, nagbabalak manligaw, nililigawan, naliligaw, nag-iintay maligawan at nagbabalak lumagay sa magulo.......... ang love ay hindi minamadali... hindi pinipilit.. at lalong hindi kina-career...aray ko unang-una... PAANO MO BA NASABING MAHAL MO NA SIYA... dahil ba </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108485549254203274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108485549254203274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485549254203274' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108433485659812582</id><published>2004-05-11T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T21:07:36.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart.  2. When she ignores you after you've done something wrong, it's best to give her some time to cool down before touching her heart with anapology.  3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for her to 'get over him' after the relationship'sover.)  4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108433485659812582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108433485659812582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433485659812582' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108415839785270184</id><published>2004-05-09T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T20:06:37.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a torture???? is it???? or am I a masochist??? LOL...How am I gonna handle this???? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108415839785270184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108415839785270184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108415839785270184' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108403333921443169</id><published>2004-05-08T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T09:26:48.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HERE I AMHere I am playing with those memories againAnd just when I thought time had set me freeThose thoughts of you keep taunting meHolding you, a feeling I never outgrewThough each and every part of me has triedOnly you can fill that space insideSo there's no sense pretendingMy heart it's not mendingCHORUSJust when I thought I was over youAnd just when I thought I could stand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108403333921443169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108403333921443169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403333921443169' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108373182109035006</id><published>2004-05-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T21:41:25.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it possible that after long years of waiting...the feeling suddenly dies??? Maybe it reached some sort of fatigue or restlessness that you just can't bare it no more....it's hopeless... and no matter how hard you try to keep it up...you just can't...It's been 8 years that I've been keeping up with this darn feeling...I am so tired... maybe I have to let it go...Just a thought that bothered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108373182109035006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108373182109035006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108373182109035006' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108364958589644748</id><published>2004-05-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T22:51:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so enjoying reading the book When God writes your lovestory...I was reading it earlier today while I was doing my gym routine, and I can't help but giggle while reading a part of it....maybe some of the people who saw me might think I am nuts...who cares! I learn so much from the book ! I mean A LOT!I will surely recommend it to my friends.....Sometimes, it's hard to love someone when all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108364958589644748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108364958589644748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108364958589644748' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108354097125471824</id><published>2004-05-02T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T16:47:13.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This day is very hilarious.... I found someone in a situation that reminded me of one of my embarrassing moments....I'm not gonna post any further details...This is enough to make my day! :)--------------------I feel that I am starting to become a control freak... Am I?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108354097125471824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108354097125471824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108354097125471824' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108343739637496023</id><published>2004-05-01T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T11:54:16.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The song "BURN" keeps on playing in my mind... the cause of listening to that song very early in the morning... oh yeah...that song was my wake up call...I read this really cute story and I want to post it here...but I left the book in my car and I am so lazy to get it...I will still post it sometime soon...I was so sick these past days...A major headache and nausea kicked in.... I don't know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108343739637496023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108343739637496023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108343739637496023' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108247887128671180</id><published>2004-04-20T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T09:38:35.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Up Where We BelongWho knows what tomorrow bringsIn a world where few hearts surviveAll I know is the way I feelIf it's real, I keep it aliveChorus:The road is longThere are mountains in our wayBut we climb a step everydayLove lift us up where we belongWhere the eagles cryOn a mountain highLove lift us up where we belongFar from the world we knowWhere the clear winds blowSome </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108247887128671180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108247887128671180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108247887128671180' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108182927401886557</id><published>2004-04-12T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:11:48.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> An Easter EntryI would like to share the email I (we) received from our Pastor who is also my uncle... It is nice that he appreciates our ministry... how much more is our Father in Heaven... The feeling that you can serve God in some ways by the small things you do, seems not enough compared to the sacrifice He did when He sent His only begotten son to save us from our sins... It is my desire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108182927401886557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108182927401886557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182927401886557' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108163007817821967</id><published>2004-04-10T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T13:52:16.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BURNby Usher[Intro]I don't understand whySee it's burning me to hold onto thisI know this is something I gotta doBut that don't mean I want toWhat I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I justI feel like this is coming to an endAnd its better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt youI gotta let it burn[Verse 1]It's gonna burn for me to say thisBut it's comin from my heart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108163007817821967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108163007817821967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163007817821967' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108122157561428036</id><published>2004-04-05T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:27:25.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAKE MY BREATH AWAYWatching every motion In the foolish lover's gameOn this endless oceanFinally lovers know no shameTurning and returningTo some secret place insideWatching in slow motionAs you turn around and say, my loveTake my breath awayTake my breath awayWatching I keep waitingStill anticipating loveNever hesitatingTo become the fated ones, oh yeahTurning and returningTo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108122157561428036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108122157561428036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108122157561428036' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108113777702921818</id><published>2004-04-04T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:07:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ON THE WINGS OF LOVE Just smile for me and let the day beginYou are the sunshine that lights my heart withinI'm sure that you're an angel in disguiseCome take my hand and together we will riseOn the wings of loveUp and above the cloudsThe only way to flyIs on the wings of loveOn the wings of loveOnly the two of usTogether flying highFlying high Upon the wings of loveYou look at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108113777702921818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108113777702921818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113777702921818' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-108041775276710053</id><published>2004-03-27T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T12:06:48.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE ARE THE REASONby David MeeceAs little children we would dream of Christmas mornand all the gifts and toys we knew we'd find,but we never realized a baby born one blessed nightgave us the greatest gift of our lives     Chorus:     We were the reason that he gave his life.     We were the reason that he suffered and died     to a world that was lost he gave all he could give.     to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108041775276710053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/108041775276710053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041775276710053' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107967862643662738</id><published>2004-03-18T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:47:06.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107967862643662738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107967862643662738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967862643662738' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107950294657367144</id><published>2004-03-16T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T21:59:03.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh* I miss you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107950294657367144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107950294657367144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107950294657367144' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107933434896153378</id><published>2004-03-14T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:09:03.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you remember when you had your first crush???? how about you very first puppy love? or maybe your first love???? I was browsing through friendster and I was able to bump with my old classmates from elementary... and I started to reminisce....I remember this box, where I put all my special things in it whether it came from a friend, someone close to me, or who knows who and somehow touched </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107933434896153378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107933434896153378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107933434896153378' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107898381555361016</id><published>2004-03-10T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:46:44.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't see you last Sunday... I don't have the boost to face this entire week coz of missing you....You take care, sweetie...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107898381555361016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107898381555361016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898381555361016' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107888033903675352</id><published>2004-03-09T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T17:02:06.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A CrushSomehow and someway you've won my heart;you've gotten the lead roleeven though you never auditioned for the part.One glance into your eyesloses me, confuses me;it leaves me mesmerized.The shine and glimmer to your smile...if only you knew,how that drives me wild.The sex appeal that flows through your voice's deep tonegives me shivers of delightand the desire to no longer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107888033903675352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107888033903675352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888033903675352' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107888012175292819</id><published>2004-03-09T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T16:58:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Am I a wallflower?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107888012175292819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107888012175292819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888012175292819' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107871648884988035</id><published>2004-03-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T19:31:13.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SoMeTiMeS lOvE hUrTs, AnD iF iT dOeSn'T hUrT, tHeN iT iSn'T lOvE.*****got from a link</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107871648884988035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107871648884988035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871648884988035' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107846989017064519</id><published>2004-03-04T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T23:01:10.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why so downcast, Oh my soul.... put your hope in God</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107846989017064519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107846989017064519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107846989017064519' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107793799881460195</id><published>2004-02-27T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T19:16:11.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so miserable! I just want to get out of this...... i feel so empty...useless....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107793799881460195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107793799881460195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107793799881460195' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107785995179113381</id><published>2004-02-26T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:36:47.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> what should i do when I find nobody to talk to? it's when you really need to talk to someone at that certain moment that you are so down with life but you hesitated to call someone for help coz maybe you'll be just bothering him/her....i have my issues and it's been affecting the people surrounding me... As i spent my time earlier, i've been thinking of writing everyone who I hurted in some way,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107785995179113381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107785995179113381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785995179113381' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107743242268395789</id><published>2004-02-21T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T22:49:46.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I see... you go for conservative gurls huh???? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107743242268395789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107743242268395789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107743242268395789' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107690338504676617</id><published>2004-02-15T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:52:20.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk...talk...talk... and please talk! I always caught you staring... it is flattering but please say something! I hope you go on google and search for my name so at least you can read what's in my blog! HELLO!!!! can you hear me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107690338504676617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107690338504676617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690338504676617' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107672147196374156</id><published>2004-02-13T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T17:20:25.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  INSIDEBottled up insideAre the words i never said,The feelings that I hide,The lines you never read.You can see it in my eyes,read it on my face:Trapped inside are the liesOf the past I cant replace.With the memeories that linger--Won't seem to go away.Why can't i be happier?Today's a brand new day.Yesterdays are over,Even though the hurting's not.Nothing lasts forever,I must</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107672147196374156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107672147196374156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107672147196374156' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107663268285387085</id><published>2004-02-12T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:40:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He broke my heart once....then I saw him this afternoon, we embraced each other.. on the side note, he still smelled so good!.... our very first encounter after he got married months ago... oh well...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107663268285387085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107663268285387085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663268285387085' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107629797697523695</id><published>2004-02-08T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:42:03.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was waiting for you to approach me...and you just waived goodbye to me....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107629797697523695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107629797697523695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629797697523695' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107612459269024553</id><published>2004-02-06T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T19:32:16.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to post this forwarded email from my friend....it's in TAGALOG... :)     its been 4 months since i saw him and talagang    namimiss ko na siya... pero what can i do? it    seems that i have loved the wrong person.... but    still the pain keeps on hurting me and kung    walang magbibigay ng gamot para dito sa    nararamdaman ko.... baka mamatay na ako....    to give you a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107612459269024553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107612459269024553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612459269024553' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107604592732906464</id><published>2004-02-05T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:41:09.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am confused...I need to let go....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107604592732906464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107604592732906464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604592732906464' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107587457416402459</id><published>2004-02-03T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:05:14.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am back to my old self! that's the good thing! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107587457416402459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107587457416402459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587457416402459' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107569551179604854</id><published>2004-02-01T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T20:20:48.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love,is patient and kindis not jealousdoes not bragis not proud.Love,is not rude,is not selfish,does not get upset with others.Love,does not count up wrongs that have been done,is not happy with evil but is happy with the truth.Love,patiently accepts all things,always trusts,always hopes,always remains strong.When all said felt like the opposite of what life feels like..And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107569551179604854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107569551179604854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569551179604854' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107556702019765772</id><published>2004-01-31T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T23:27:52.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Everything is going well..... I thought we're meant to be together... then one day, I saw him with another woman..... I thought we had connection, an understanding....but I was wrong, we never are meant to be special friends, it was only I who thought it was..... That night, I said this is gonna be my ONE LAST CRY.... ---------- thoughts of the past...----------ONE LAST CRYby: Brian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107556702019765772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107556702019765772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107556702019765772' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107553133074053952</id><published>2004-01-30T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T22:51:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this really gonna be me???? I don't think so...... is that right??? or I just don't wanna admit that I am in it.......I hate this feeling....I don't want to think about it...aarghhh........what is up with me????Whatever this is, that is bothering me.... is not suited to be posted online.... I'm just gonna keep it to myself...and that's what I always do whenever this kind of dilemma hits me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107553133074053952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107553133074053952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107553133074053952' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107552695517276729</id><published>2004-01-30T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T21:31:29.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh* *sigh* *sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107552695517276729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107552695517276729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107552695517276729' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107544144196490426</id><published>2004-01-29T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:46:14.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to meditate...a quiet time to think about stuff that I did in the past.....ask God about something... I dunno how long it'll take to get an answer but I'm willing to wait...---------------------Vergel called and I missed it!...I haven't talk to this guy for several months... he's been very busy lately with school... I wonder what is up with him...hmmm...Goodnight....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107544144196490426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107544144196490426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544144196490426' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107539837155346868</id><published>2004-01-29T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T09:48:23.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never Have I FallenYour lips speak soft sweetnessYour touch a cool caressI am lost in your magicMy heart beats within your chestI think of you each morningAnd dream of you each nightI think of your arms being around meAnd cannot express my delightNever have I fallenBut I am quickly on my wayYou hold a heart in your handsThat has never before been given away- Rex A. Williams - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107539837155346868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107539837155346868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539837155346868' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107507749836844416</id><published>2004-01-25T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:02:15.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> INVISIBLEby  CLay Aiken Whatcha' doin' tonightI wish I could be a fly on your wallAre you really aloneStill in your dreamsWhy can't I bring you into my lifeWhat would it take to make you see that I'm aliveIf I was invisibleThen I could just watch you in your room If I was invincibleI'd make you mine tonightIf hearts were unbreakable Then I could just tell you where I standI would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107507749836844416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107507749836844416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107507749836844416' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107492043840678067</id><published>2004-01-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:02:43.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wasn't so busy last night so I decided to look for old friends via friendster.com.... Luckily, I bumped to 3 college pals I met at FEU...It was nice to know that two were in medical school already!.... I enjoyed our section so much...coz everyone shared the same goal... to be a doctor someday!....Before I went to bed last night, I was thinking that if I didn't leave the country, I might be in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107492043840678067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107492043840678067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107492043840678067' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107483026387922389</id><published>2004-01-22T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T19:59:46.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi! I just don't know what to post...well... let me just tell something aight!As far as work is concern, it's alright although we badly needed to hire several persons.... we're always short handed...My boss sign me up for next month's Advance Shift Management...School will be starting two weeks from now...I need to reply on several letters from my friends.....A friend of mine suggested that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107483026387922389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107483026387922389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483026387922389' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107449673948434823</id><published>2004-01-18T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T23:34:29.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me, if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other.Many times I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. I get uo each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you. I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107449673948434823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107449673948434823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107449673948434823' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107449565450148808</id><published>2004-01-18T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T23:02:52.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to a very dear PEx friend of mine...  Jheng Triguero !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107449565450148808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107449565450148808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107449565450148808' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107439555042692599</id><published>2004-01-17T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T19:14:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a day!I was so fine running my shift before the lunch rush...then all of a sudden..... our water source broke down... our soda machines weren't working and our restrooms were out of water!....From a very fine day went chaotic...I called COCA COLA right away, and they weren't so sure when's the next availble technician be in the store.....I was so stressed out....we had bunch of orders and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107439555042692599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107439555042692599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439555042692599' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107432317867363793</id><published>2004-01-16T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T23:08:13.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm almost done</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107432317867363793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107432317867363793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107432317867363793' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107310964509861624</id><published>2004-01-02T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T23:07:59.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still under construction....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107310964509861624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107310964509861624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310964509861624' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262469.post-107276174492215460</id><published>2003-12-29T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:22:42.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A fresh start for the YEAR 2004...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107276174492215460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262469/posts/default/107276174492215460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abby2004.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276174492215460' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15722259086844048370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/sweet_angel79/Myself/abigail.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
