<?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-8911556</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:12:38.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moody-me</title><subtitle type='html'>the moon is said to have a gravitational pull towards the earth and thus control the tides..as such, in astrology the moon is the ruler of emotions the same way that venus is the sign of beauty..it is these emotions that make up one's moods..controlling how one would react and feel the things around him..the moon or "luna" is the force that governs all cancerians making them the most sensitive, emotional, sensual and moody of all..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moody-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8911556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moody-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04899309665998625237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8911556.post-109941331297040181</id><published>2004-11-03T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T08:38:38.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the letter</title><content type='html'>aren't letters done the old-fashion way better than e-mail? i consider myself a modern girl. i'm open to changes especially if its all about improving one's quality of life like e-mail. i know its a faster more efficient and safer (or is it) way to communicate but it simply takes away the personal touch which you can only find in a handwritten letter in a stationery which you've probably had way back in gradeschool and for which you traded one of your most prized stationeries in order to acquire it (remember how its the "in" thing back in elementary:). it's simpler and more personal..and when you want to retrieve it and go down memory lane again all you have to do is open your "baul" of memories and there it is together with its kind and other memoribilias which you treasure with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just graduated last month and my things are still in one big mess. i was trying to arrange them into some sort when i saw some of the letters which i kept. more accurately, i was looking for this one particular letter which i only read once and threw somewhere (in the direction of my nosy sister). i could not find it and having read it only once i want so badly to find it and refresh the feelings i had while reading it. (just the good ones anyway). so in search for that, i stumbled into my collection of letters given to me by classmates way back from gradeschool. some of the letters were just notes passed around during boring class discussions, some were from the many recollections we had, and others were those sacred "secret-keepers". the latter of course being the most fun to read for they talk of the most trivial of things which before were considered to be crucial, "don't-mess-with-it" matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going through these letter truly brings one back in time..it's as if you're angry, mad, happy, afraid all over again. the emotions come rushing back to you. its like reliving the moment when you received the letter or reminiscing about the circumstances which brought about that letter. its like a key to your past, the keeper of your secrets and fondest memories. it also holds the sign of age. some of the letters still even have the lingering smell of the stationery it once was..i don't know if i'm just a sentimental shmuck..maybe i am..but it is through these mementos that i travel back to the past. through them i can be young again..old friendships are remembered and definitely missed..penmanships good and bad reflect the character and mood of the writer..most important of all these letter hold the magic of making people now gone alive once again ..all because of those handwritten letters which just like many things, have now been forgotten and lost in the modern and fast-paced lives we now all embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true that nobody gets anywhere by dwelling in the past but isn't it because of the past that's why we are who we are now? isn't it also because of past heartaches, failures and disappointments that we dream for the bright tomorrow??.. for me the answer is yes and it is through the letters which i keep that i get to live once again in my past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8911556-109941331297040181?l=moody-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moody-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109941331297040181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8911556&amp;postID=109941331297040181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8911556/posts/default/109941331297040181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8911556/posts/default/109941331297040181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moody-me.blogspot.com/2004/11/letter.html' title='the letter'/><author><name>luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04899309665998625237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8911556.post-109924136575664131</id><published>2004-11-01T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T08:49:25.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ganda moments!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday about 1a.m. i was viewing my friendster account and doing my usual routine whenever i log on to friendster.  being the girl that i am, naturally i had to check on my "guys"' accounts. siyempre di ba to get updated! i felt like crying upon knowing that one of them has changed their status into "&lt;em&gt;in a relationship"&lt;/em&gt;! gosh i hate those words. probably because i have never used them before nor would i use it in the near future..(tear..) anyway, my reaction was not only caused by him. no of course not!! it was caused by factors more important than just a crush but that story is worth another post here in my blog..so anyway, naturally, i had to check on the competition and sadly as elle woods put it "&lt;em&gt;she's not unfortunate looking"&lt;/em&gt;.  you see, i try to be as objective as my broken heart would permit me..again that's an exaggeration for he's not yet in a &lt;strong&gt;position&lt;/strong&gt; to break my heart.. well not yet..so i was feeling down and was not counting on meeting him this soon.  yesterday being a sunday and me being a devout catholic i did my obligations to my church--i went to mass. (kala mo naman kung anong ginawa eh no?! :)) probably because i felt wounded and wanted some sort of consolation i dressed up more than i normally would on a sunday. for the prior sundays i did not see him, i was not counting on meeting him a while ago..since i know that i looked good (hehe pakapalan na ito!) and not to mention projecting the look "you-can't-touch-me-even-if-you're-dying-to-'coz-unfortunately-you-made-the-mistake-of-having-a-girlfriend-other-than-moi" !!!! it was so satisfying and vindicating to see the look on his face!  hahaha to him!!! it was one of those "&lt;strong&gt;ganda moments"&lt;/strong&gt; in one's life.  i dunno..you just can't explain the satisfaction you get from seeing the look in that guy's face..this seldom happens but when  it does you really get the "&lt;em&gt;ang ganda ng hair ko!". &lt;/em&gt;  i mean it! i swear girls its such a gratifying feeling.  i'm not just being a bitter bitch okay!?  'coz you can't really plan this thing to happen.  the kilig factor was definitely there! but other than kilig its more of the fact knowing na he wants you and yet he can't have you for he's made the mistake of not waiting for you, that seals the feeling of elation!  grabe! so lesson of the story is: curl your lashes, put on your blush and dress to kill.  y?! for you'll never know when the "ganda moment" is going to happen.  words fail to describe the feeling so always be ready and never ignore your looks. not to sound so vain or anything but well you just can never tell when it's gonna happen.  i didn't harbor any bad feelings for him nor was i looking for revenge kasi bakit naman di ba?! pero seeing him look the way he did was just-- heaven!!!:) so cheers to us cosmo girls!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8911556-109924136575664131?l=moody-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moody-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109924136575664131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8911556&amp;postID=109924136575664131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8911556/posts/default/109924136575664131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8911556/posts/default/109924136575664131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moody-me.blogspot.com/2004/11/ganda-moments.html' title='ganda moments!!!'/><author><name>luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04899309665998625237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8911556.post-109896658929405997</id><published>2004-10-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T05:29:49.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on blog spot...</title><content type='html'>how does one start this thing?? i mean am i just to pour my heart out on the internet? i know no one forced me to have my blog but my friends have one so why not?? i can't think of anything to write about but i need to have a  post to get me started! so for now this gibberish talk has got to do! ta-ta!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8911556-109896658929405997?l=moody-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moody-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109896658929405997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8911556&amp;postID=109896658929405997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8911556/posts/default/109896658929405997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8911556/posts/default/109896658929405997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moody-me.blogspot.com/2004/10/on-blog-spot.html' title='on blog spot...'/><author><name>luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04899309665998625237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
