<?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-34112865</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:30:31.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucent Tears</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116694253108678885</id><published>2006-12-24T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T14:42:11.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Girl</title><content type='html'>Althea and I talked about our present relationship, as friends, as something special. She doesn't want to be courted just yet. She's not ready to enter a serious relationship right now. i don't blame her, the death of her mom is still painful. But she told me one thing, if we are meant to be, let time decide. Let love do the move.  For now, we're friends. Until that time comes, I'll be ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116694253108678885?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116694253108678885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116694253108678885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-sassy-girl.html' title='My Sassy Girl'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116257252104548695</id><published>2006-11-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:51:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry Cheese Cake</title><content type='html'>I bought Althea her favorite cake today. This is how the story goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May pasalubong ako sayo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"San galing yan? Sa panel mo yan no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi ah! Ako bumili neto para sayo. Kasi pangako ko pagsahod ko ay ibibili kita neto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ba yan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tignan mo na lang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she opened the box*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paborito ko to ah! Bakit mo alam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sinabi mo kaya sa akin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? Kelan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talagang ang tsaga mo ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo naman, totohanan na ito no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and said Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when she went home she thanked me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how love is a wonderful feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116257252104548695?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116257252104548695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116257252104548695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/11/blueberry-cheese-cake.html' title='Blueberry Cheese Cake'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116207643422582014</id><published>2006-10-29T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T07:00:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She talked to me again</title><content type='html'>After two days of no response from her. She finally talked to me, the usual teasing that comes from her was delivered to me perfectly. Well, that made me smile, because it dismisses the possibility that something is wrong between the two of us. I hope the wonderful moments will still remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116207643422582014?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116207643422582014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116207643422582014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-talked-to-me-again.html' title='She talked to me again'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116173997548889327</id><published>2006-10-25T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:32:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to congratulate Althea for passing the entrance exam in a known university. I always believe in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116173997548889327?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116173997548889327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116173997548889327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116152647205777264</id><published>2006-10-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:14:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy For You</title><content type='html'>Had an outing with our friends and Althea was also there. I used the opportunity to serenade Althea with a song that is so memorable to the both of us. I sang Crazy For You with an acoustic guitar  and Althea enjoyed the act. This is just part of showing how serious I am for my feelings for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116152647205777264?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116152647205777264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116152647205777264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/crazy-for-you.html' title='Crazy For You'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116127827088273234</id><published>2006-10-20T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:17:50.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She wanted to cosplay too</title><content type='html'>We will be having a cosplay event on foundation day, 5 of our faculty will participate in the event. Funny thing is, Althea wanted to join as well. She wanted me to decide a character for her.Hmm..What would it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116127827088273234?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116127827088273234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116127827088273234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-wanted-to-cosplay-too.html' title='She wanted to cosplay too'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116127814999123251</id><published>2006-10-18T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:15:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon &amp; Cheese</title><content type='html'>I bought Althea a ham and egg sandwich because she haven't eaten the whole day. Too bad she didn't like the sandwich because of the taste. But the unlikely thing happened. She told me what she wants so that next time I will not make a mistake anymore. I also found out that she loves blueberry cheese cake..gotta buy some..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116127814999123251?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116127814999123251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116127814999123251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/bacon-cheese.html' title='Bacon &amp; Cheese'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116100716876892308</id><published>2006-10-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:59:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Here to Help You...Always</title><content type='html'>Althea was very busy today in sorting the grade sheets and QER forms in our department. No one was helping her, even to the fact that she just came from a fever yesterday. I volunteered to help her, to the point that I did everything. I've done it because I don't want her to stress herself again. I wanted her to rest and take it easy. I love her very much. I don't want anything to happen to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116100716876892308?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116100716876892308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116100716876892308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-here-to-help-youalways.html' title='I Am Here to Help You...Always'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116058254442462986</id><published>2006-10-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:02:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Messages are still important to you</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking all the time that Althea is not reading my text messages anymore. She never replied a single text message even if it's important. Because she have a new cellphone with a sim from a different network. I'm the only person (in her circle of friends) who doesn't know her new number. I don't want to get her number from other people, I wanted her to give it me personally, thus respecting her privacy. I kept texting on her old number, but I though she never read any of those messages, but I'm dead wrong. She always read my messages even if I'm the only one still tesxting on her old number. I learned it the hard way though, because she got mad at me this morning by "teasing" her that she doesn't read my text messages. Don't worry, I patched things up and we're good again. I still and will text her old number until the very end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116058254442462986?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116058254442462986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116058254442462986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-messages-are-still-important-to-you.html' title='My Messages are still important to you'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-116006676658809664</id><published>2006-10-05T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:46:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I can touch you again</title><content type='html'>I never thought I can do it again. Being with you is like spending eternity in heaven. I can feel my heart thumping. It is like giving me an adrenaline rush. We spent some time today on a classroom. Teasing each other as usual. She tease me for being old looking, but I told her that she has a baby face, and pinched both of her cheeks. Miraculously she didn't reacted violently. It is like okay with her if I do that, not like before. That made me happy today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-116006676658809664?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116006676658809664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/116006676658809664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-i-can-touch-you-again.html' title='Now I can touch you again'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-115998211212647167</id><published>2006-10-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:46:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile on your face keeps the pain away</title><content type='html'>We were just arguing over something stupid (as always) and after that she said that she wanted to eat lunch but no one was free to join her. I wanted to join her but I have a class so I cannot be with her. God, I wanted to stop time by that very moment so that I can be with her. I offered to join her just in case, but she refused as always. She even said jokingly that she doesn't want to be with me. I know it was a joke, but I felt pain, like a spear pierced into my heart. She left, alone.  Moments later she returned, turned out, she ordered a take-out meal which she can eat at our faculty. I just stared at her looking at her food, and she smiled at me. That smile nullified the pain I had experience previously. Call me stupid but that is love to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-115998211212647167?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/115998211212647167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/115998211212647167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/10/smile-on-your-face-keeps-pain-away.html' title='A smile on your face keeps the pain away'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112865.post-115780831307987646</id><published>2006-09-09T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:05:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>This blog is dedicated to my one and only. The girl that always made me smile. The girl that always make me laugh. I don't want to reveal her name due to security reasons and the anonymity increases interest. We will just call her Althea Chrisanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112865-115780831307987646?l=lucent-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/115780831307987646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112865/posts/default/115780831307987646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucent-tears.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Saint Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03746619926633328746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1527/angexb6.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
