<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-91999105146632646</id><updated>2025-01-11T04:00:08.859+08:00</updated><category term="about him"/><category term="the quest"/><category term="the beginning"/><title type='text'>All  About Felicity</title><subtitle type='html'>Her quest for her one true love...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16479158288677986133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91999105146632646.post-7272511614755630445</id><published>2008-09-05T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:27:48.247+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="about him"/><title type='text'>She misses him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://digg.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Digg!&quot; src=&quot;http://digg.com/img/badges/100x20-digg-button.gif&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/_N4UpEUdLYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/_N4UpEUdLYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Felicity wishes she knew where he is right now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7272511614755630445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/91999105146632646/7272511614755630445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/7272511614755630445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/7272511614755630445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-misses-him.html' title='She misses him...'/><author><name>felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16479158288677986133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91999105146632646.post-5880405417742839102</id><published>2008-09-01T13:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:44:34.254+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="about him"/><title type='text'>She will never have him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://digg.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://digg.com/img/badges/100x20-digg-button.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Digg!&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;She wanted to have a glimpse of him,&lt;br /&gt;wanted to know how he was doing&lt;br /&gt;but she discerned that the page she was in was already been turned.&lt;br /&gt;He started a new chapter without her in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity never heard from him ever since that day she called him.  A year had passed.  One day she heard that he was in vacation.   He was here to do something great for someone.  &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He married her.  Felicity envied her.  She knew he loves her selflessly. How could not she have him for the rest of her life?&lt;/span&gt;  She did not want to know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;She wanted to have a glimpse him,&lt;br /&gt;wanted to know how he was doing&lt;br /&gt;but she discerned that the page she was in was already been turned.&lt;br /&gt;He started a new chapter without her in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;He was just around.  But she felt the space between them was countless miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Felicity believes it was time for her to after all let go of the tiniest thing she had for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and at long last&lt;br /&gt;said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;with tears in her eyes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5880405417742839102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/91999105146632646/5880405417742839102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/5880405417742839102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/5880405417742839102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-will-never-have-him.html' title='She will never have him...'/><author><name>felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16479158288677986133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91999105146632646.post-6787106910922581509</id><published>2008-08-28T04:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:57:35.603+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="about him"/><title type='text'>All About Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://digg.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://digg.com/img/badges/100x20-digg-button.gif&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; alt=&quot;Digg!&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span&gt;&quot;She called him. It rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He answered with his boy-next-door and charming voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then suddenly, Felicity felt she was unable to move when he started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was the first time she heard him cry for someone else than her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;2003…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to work away from home back to where they started to drift apart.  Maturity, ambitions and different outlook in life snapped the tie that binds them.  &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;At that time, Felicity understood that this was God’s way of letting each other go to accomplish what really God wants for them, above all for him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;She was glad with her career when they parted but sadly love kept on eluding her.   &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed in touch for a couple of months until one day, he found love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With honesty, felicity was happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;She believed in her heart that he is worthy to feel love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gloomy afternoon when Felicity kept thinking of him.  She never heard from him for about a month.  She knew something was wrong.  Or she felt that the time had come that he was totally blown away, in fact so far away from her.  She called him.  It rang.  He answered with his boy-next-door and charming voice.  Then suddenly, Felicity felt she was unable to move when he started crying.  It was the first time she heard him cry for someone else than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;She honestly did not know if the pain she was feeling was for him or for her self.&lt;br /&gt;Then he spoke in a most hurtful way that was like a pin pricked in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;His voice finally came with words that no one ever wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;“My girlfriend have breast cancer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;She was sent home by the company because she is&lt;br /&gt;no longer fit to work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;She is in her home now doing some chemotherapy.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears started falling and she stayed strong for him.&lt;br /&gt;But comforting words was so hard to find.  Then Felicity told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;“Hey, breast cancer is treatable.  She will be fine soon because she have you to live with.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was devastated.  She could not comfort him. He thanked her for uttering that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;But Felicity unwrapped something.  Deep in his voice she felt that a part of her was gone.  She felt he finally let go of what he have for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;She continued crying after the call.&lt;br /&gt;She could not stop feeling sad and worried for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And at the same moment Felicity knew that he is falling deeply for her…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6787106910922581509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/91999105146632646/6787106910922581509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/6787106910922581509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/6787106910922581509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-about-him.html' title='All About Him'/><author><name>felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16479158288677986133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91999105146632646.post-9015993908099344117</id><published>2008-08-26T10:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:07:47.931+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the quest"/><title type='text'>In Pursuit of Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://digg.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://digg.com/img/badges/100x20-digg-button.gif&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; alt=&quot;Digg!&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Felicity returned home to where she met him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;She tried hard to get any contact details about him but she failed for a couple of times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;She now has uncertainties that maybe God does not really want her to do this.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched the sunrise beautifully in the airplane.  She was on the first flight back to her hometown.  She had mixed feelings of apprehension and excitement.  Fear that she might not uncover what she is looking for and excitement because she will see her family and friends once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Felicity returned home to where she met him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; She tried hard to get any contact details about him but she failed for a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;She now has uncertainties that maybe God does not really want her to do this.&lt;br /&gt;She is lying in the bed she used to own.&lt;br /&gt;When she moved out, she barely have a room she called her own.&lt;br /&gt;Her ambition took her away from the place she grew up.&lt;br /&gt;She remembered the days she had with him in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He once celebrated his birthday in this same abode.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;She heard someone knocking at her door. “&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Breakfast is ready!&lt;/span&gt;”  She does not have the appetite to eat but she must play the “good girl part”.  She have got to not everyone knows that she is falling inside.  She is bleeding for love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot; &gt;She never told anyone that her reason for coming home is to begin the pursuit of searching her one true love that once she had in her arms…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/feeds/9015993908099344117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/91999105146632646/9015993908099344117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/9015993908099344117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/9015993908099344117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-pursuit-of-him.html' title='In Pursuit of Him'/><author><name>felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16479158288677986133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91999105146632646.post-6779450982013461061</id><published>2008-08-26T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:08:22.943+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the beginning"/><title type='text'>Where all it started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://digg.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://digg.com/img/badges/100x20-digg-button.gif&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; alt=&quot;Digg!&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Felicity never imagined that there will come a time that she will be haunted by her past.&lt;br /&gt;She is always moving forward and never let&lt;br /&gt;her past take her down.  For the past few years she thought she moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But one day without any conscious reason,&lt;br /&gt;she dream of her past.&lt;br /&gt;Consistently, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; And it happened during those moments&lt;br /&gt;she was blissful and pleased with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning she woke up feeling broken hearted.  As if she was just from a failing or failed relationship.  That feeling that she could not bear and never wanted to suffer at that very moment.  She never knew the reason why after all these years she was preoccupied by him.  She moved on.  She kept on saying that to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:georgia;font-size:12;&quot;   lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt;She ignored that feeling for quite some time, a year or so.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes that she does not have the right to invade&lt;br /&gt;the peace her ex-boyfriend is having now with his new love.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew that, she deemed knew that.  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;But why something inside her that was not right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Felicity did not entertain that thought.  She ignored it even harder and tried to focus on other things like her career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Felicity understood something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;She now exactly knew that for all this time she had him in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; He never was replaced in there.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;For so long she hid him at the bottom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;and thought having a new life away from the one she had with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; was the right thing to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;She forgot about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; but her heart reminded her in her dream that he is there and always been there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her quest for the answers has started. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She knew she must find him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6779450982013461061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/91999105146632646/6779450982013461061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/6779450982013461061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/6779450982013461061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-it-all-started.html' title='Where all it started'/><author><name>felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16479158288677986133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91999105146632646.post-6463423265845944924</id><published>2008-08-25T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:08:53.088+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the quest"/><title type='text'>Her Heart Say So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://digg.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://digg.com/img/badges/100x20-digg-button.gif&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; alt=&quot;Digg!&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt;She sits alone in the couch with a coffee mug on her hand, watching a movie that she could not appreciate. It’s 4:00 am and stillness is present around her. Her eyes were gazing on the television but her mind was somewhere.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She never recognized that she was on that spot for hours not until the television timer sets off.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was back in the real world. The world that reminded her about the biggest snag she is undertaking. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She thought she have most of the things that would pleased her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;But she was mistaken when all of the sudden she sense that something is not there and something is off beam in her supposed to be so-called contented and happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt;She suddenly looks back how she lives her life.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One by one she tried to recollect the highlights of her past.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then she shed a tear for knowing that most of them were memories she chooses to bury.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;And this time is her turning point that would definitely sketch her future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;There is no turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The biggest decision in her life is about to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;That for the first time is not influenced by the circumstances she is into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or one of those decisions that she have make impulsively to escape pain and more pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She thought of this a thousand times or even a million times.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This must be the most mature choice she will ever do in her entire life.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt;Ready or not she believes in her heart that this is what she needs to answer the questions she had for such a long time.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This time, she is not escaping the pain.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instead she is eager to face whatever it will bring her.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;It could be rejection, pain, embarrassment, frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;But she also hopes it will bring her true bliss, selflessness, fate and true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt;She sips her cold coffee and wiped the tears in her eyes.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many people will be hurt including her self.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But she stopped thinking about other people around her and for once she chased her heart.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And her heart wants to believe that magic exists even in this imperfect and rough world she revolves in.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span lang=&quot;EN-PH&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;&quot; &gt;Felicity believes serendipity will bring her there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6463423265845944924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/91999105146632646/6463423265845944924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/6463423265845944924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91999105146632646/posts/default/6463423265845944924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfelicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/her-heart-say-so.html' title='Her Heart Say So...'/><author><name>felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16479158288677986133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>