<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529531</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 06:50:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Phoenix</title><description>.- .-.. -.--   -.-- --- ..-   .-- .. .-.. .-..   .- .-.. .-- .- -.-- ...   -... .   ... .--. . -.-. .. .- .-..   - ---   -- . .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.-</description><link>http://do0dz.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (do.0dz)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529531.post-2857021323115575607</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-22T23:42:28.226-08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm still wonderin' what might have been</title><description>There will always be this emptiness, a missing piece, a broken part of my heart. I will always stay wondering what our lives would be If I was given the chance..just one chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since the last time I saw you, and I still feel the same, sad and out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still remember there was one time you made a conversation with me with no restraint, the only problem is, you didn't know it was me but I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember you said you liked the movie "When a man loves a woman" because it was like you. You've done everything you could, and I was just there can't do anything to help you or ease your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--wastedG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529531-2857021323115575607?l=do0dz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://do0dz.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-still-wonderin-what-might-have-been.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (do.0dz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529531.post-116225983406968706</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-30T17:57:14.080-08:00</atom:updated><title>He got lucky</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How lucky is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He can hold your hand, caress your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your soft voice in his ears, your sweet embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just these thoughts enough to drive me crazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How lucky is he to have you as his girl...I wish I was him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529531-116225983406968706?l=do0dz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://do0dz.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-got-lucky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (do.0dz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529531.post-116219852349689595</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-30T00:56:37.880-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dream</title><description>October 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream...you were there. In fact you're the main character. It was your wedding day, and I get to play the guitar while you sang a vague love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something inside me broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529531-116219852349689595?l=do0dz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://do0dz.blogspot.com/2006/10/dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (do.0dz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529531.post-111285909617703101</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 07:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-04-07T00:33:02.566-07:00</atom:updated><title>Aly</title><description>You've been missed...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad I can't be part of your league, because I know it doesn't allow much players to play it.&lt;br /&gt;Condolence on grandma's passing away :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529531-111285909617703101?l=do0dz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://do0dz.blogspot.com/2005/04/aly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (do.0dz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529531.post-111138801114799381</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2005 06:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-03-20T22:53:31.146-08:00</atom:updated><title>Jin-Hyun Jun</title><description>Which of the two do you like best, Windstruck or My Sassy girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched her movies? I have fallen in-love with her characters in both movies. I've liked the two(2) movies, so I've got to find the other ones (Uninvited, Il Mare &amp;amp; White Valentine) Grrr..... no more pirated DVDs ehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529531-111138801114799381?l=do0dz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://do0dz.blogspot.com/2005/03/jin-hyun-jun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (do.0dz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529531.post-111137157511158234</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2005 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-03-20T18:31:18.916-08:00</atom:updated><title>What are we, men, to you, women?</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has always been my viewpoint that women gets to be treated nicely and that they have to be loved and so we did. But what's in it for us? Since women fought for their rights of equality, is it just for treatment, work, and politics and not love? Or is it a package? When will men feel the right to be courted and pleased and other stuff? I hope I'm not confusing anybody. What do you say &lt;em&gt;Women&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529531-111137157511158234?l=do0dz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://do0dz.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-are-we-men-to-you-women.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (do.0dz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529531.post-111112746858515113</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-03-17T22:41:47.273-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sagot sa "nararapat ba?"</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isang tanong na ewan ko ba bakit napakahirap tanggapin sating kulturang kinalakihan. Bagamat kung titignan natin ay napakadali naman itong sagutin. Isa lang ang kinakailangan upang maisakatuparan ang pangarap na maipaalam at maipadama ang damdaming nararanasan sa isang taong nais katuwang kahit isang sandali lamang at yaon ay&lt;em&gt;"tapang" &lt;/em&gt;o lakas ng loob. Sana huwag maging dahilan ang kasarian o katayuan sa buhay lalong lalo na ang pagiging magkaibigan upang di maipahiwatig ito. Malay mo, ang kantang handog mo ay siya ring handog nya para sayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529531-111112746858515113?l=do0dz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://do0dz.blogspot.com/2005/03/sagot-sa-nararapat-ba.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (do.0dz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>