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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MRX85fyp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928801229208928437</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:59:44.127+08:00</updated><category term="new week" /><category term="praise and worship" /><category term="globe tattoo" /><category term="scuba" /><category term="sad" /><category term="click to make money" /><category term="al cuasay" /><category term="package" /><category term="relationship" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="free" /><category term="song" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="thank" /><category term="still" /><category term="forgiveness" /><category term="qa manila" /><category term="hillsong" /><category term="click for income" /><category term="a fine frenzy" /><category term="practice" /><category term="summer" /><category term="emotions" /><category term="memories" /><category term="khristine" /><category term="feedback" /><category term="thoughts" /><category term="hyperonin" /><category term="QA Davao" /><category term="holy week" /><category term="decade" /><category term="complicated" /><category term="registration" /><category term="Jesus" /><category term="family day" /><category term="work" /><category term="past" /><category term="christmas party" /><category term="prayer" /><category term="music ministry" /><category term="friends" /><category term="free_boracay_package" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="God" /><category term="ralph waldo bote" /><category term="dream" /><category term="secret love" /><category term="boracay" /><category term="davao" /><category term="life" /><category term="trials" /><category term="supervisor" /><category term="goodbye my almost lover" /><category term="qa" /><category term="blah" /><category term="feelings" /><category term="first blog" /><category term="parokya ni edgar" /><category term="click to earn" /><category term="choices" /><category term="team" /><category term="direction" /><category term="fun" /><category term="love" /><title>A Simple yet Complicated Life</title><subtitle type="html">I'm not a good writer or something. I just would like to have an avenue for my thoughts and emotions that I could not say...

In short, this is me, the real me... :)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://khristineslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://khristineslife.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1928801229208928437/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>khristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586439786913494135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEb93pyOJzc/Sb4mhR4fc0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YgU7Iymz1ws/S220/n1597327949_30146398_5755319.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ASimpleYetComplicatedLife" /><feedburner:info uri="asimpleyetcomplicatedlife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDRH84eSp7ImA9WhZVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928801229208928437.post-6903847104043394988</id><published>2011-05-29T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:24:35.131+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-29T12:24:35.131+08:00</app:edited><title>Three Times the Confusion</title><content type="html">I know... it's been ages since I shared something in the web. Maybe I just lost interest or don't want to be misinterpreted which happens most of the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was same as the previous ones - toxic, except for two events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. There was a Sagala theme day in the office, and the group chose to join... and we won! :) Thanks to everyone who made it possible. One thing that made me stressed out was the "requirement" of dressing up. I think it's more stressful than attending meetings and making reports, just because I am not used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I knew of the requirement on Tuesday and the event was on Friday. I didn't do anything though until Wednesday afternoon after I got confirmation. Got a cellphone number from a co-worker but hesitated to go there because of the rent price - 1k for a gown rent?! But I just had to do it because it's part of the judging criteria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn't get any response from the contact but I just can't go out because of work requirements. It was only Thursday afternoon that I am forced to look for a dress. Went to three shops before I got the first dress that matched the "requirement" - Filipiniana which was also cheaper. What's funny and embarrassing though was what happened before that. Being the "lampa" that I am, I tripped on a hump and saw myself almost kissing the asphalt road in Bajada. That caused my injury which I have until yesterday (It still hurts but already bearable).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the event pushed through with me in a brown modern filipiniana dress, made up which is very uncommon. Almost everyone liked how I looked but I was just uncomfortable with it. Oh well, our team won so I think it's worth it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I was chatting with my boss when she suddenly asked me questions that lead to an offer. Then I was told that it was announced in a meeting. Confused, I asked a long-time friend for advise. He gave some but I am not satisfied. Talked to one of my mentors and he made me think more, most especially when he mentioned that he'd love me to be his partner in crime. I was not forced to give an answer so I told myself to wait for it to be asked again. Later that day, she sent me an email regarding her plans. It made me more confused but made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have not reached a concrete decision yet because all have its pros and cons. My decision may literally change my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  I still have the whole day to think of it. Tomorrow's a new week and I'm looking forward to challenges that it will bring. I might have felt exhaustion at times, but pressures and stress give me this sort of vibe to face it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1928801229208928437-6903847104043394988?l=khristineslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Curious with the song, I listened to the words and suddenly heard myself singing along... one of those very rare moments, I told myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The term 'almost lover' may differ in meaning for each person. It may be someone you are courting but got &lt;i&gt;basted, &lt;/i&gt;or your MU &lt;i&gt;(mag-un!),&lt;/i&gt; or a friend whom you fell in love with, or someone you are just looking from afar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I relate myself with this song because I really want him to be happy but know that I can't give it to him. Why? Simply because I'm not the one he loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to let go of this feeling more than a month ago but it came back... not liking it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard loving someone from a distance. I so want to show how much care and love I can give but knowing his current state, it's almost impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I am thankful of is I learned to keep my feelings to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's the song... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDEEzS7OV2k&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDEEzS7OV2k&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye My Almost Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(84, 131, 188); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You fingertips against my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You sang me spanish lullabies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clever trick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never want to see you unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought you’d want the same for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can’t you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You took my hand and danced with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when you left you kissed my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You told me you’d never ever forget these images, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never want to see you unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought you’d want the same for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can’t you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you’re gone and I’m haunted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I make it that easy for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To walk right in and out of my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can’t you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1928801229208928437-8810165571238893765?l=khristineslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm playing Plants vs. zombies! heheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Trying out my Globe Tattoo... it works well but there are times that i can't access a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I want to post something that bothers me... and here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the coming days i'll go home to spend the holidays with my family. This is the 2nd year that i'm doing this, still associating with my past, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aside from the holiday season, I will also take time off from work for a week though I am 99% sure that I'll call my seniors once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and Mhay's wedding on January 9. I'm so excited for both of them because i somewhat saw how the years went through them... they are also my friends, especially Mhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As expected, we will sing at the wedding and reception. And of course since my ex is part of the group, he's also invited and he will definitely bring along his wife. That's what i am worried about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, don't get me wrong. I am not hoping that we'll be back -- that would be very very impossible because he's married. What I am worried is how i will react once i see him for the first time after the breakup more than a year ago. I know there's a bit of anger with everything that had happened and the damage that it made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This will be my main prayer from here on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1928801229208928437-4465489783560126088?l=khristineslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i1x0Xljotynd-tvP_nGhpSmLbwI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i1x0Xljotynd-tvP_nGhpSmLbwI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ASimpleYetComplicatedLife/~4/fVTGzTb0Oeo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://khristineslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4465489783560126088/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://khristineslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/bothered.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1928801229208928437/posts/default/4465489783560126088?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1928801229208928437/posts/default/4465489783560126088?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ASimpleYetComplicatedLife/~3/fVTGzTb0Oeo/bothered.html" title="Bothered..." /><author><name>khristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586439786913494135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEb93pyOJzc/Sb4mhR4fc0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YgU7Iymz1ws/S220/n1597327949_30146398_5755319.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://khristineslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/bothered.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDR345fSp7ImA9WxNUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928801229208928437.post-5954943390032547340</id><published>2009-11-02T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:31:16.025+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T20:31:16.025+08:00</app:edited><title>Another Revelation</title><content type="html">Yesterday, my sister told me that our eldest sis finally showed up... with a plus. She carried a 4-month old baby which happened to be her child (gender was not specified). There's no dad, meaning, Ate doesn't have a husband. Now, two of my sisters are single moms. I am so blessed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pondering on what happened to my sisters made me realize how blessed I am. Though I don't have a love partner right now, at least I will not make innocent lives miserable because they don't have a dad. God must have been preparing this man to match my criteria (hehehe). Whoever that man is, he will be very very special. He must a good and loving father my children and a loving and protective husband to me. I will be his life partner and best friend - will give all my love and affection to our family and support him in every way I can. God will be the center of our lives, definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaaayyy, when will that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1928801229208928437-5954943390032547340?l=khristineslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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