<?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-6949323731054099738</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:41:48.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela Espeno Martin Siembre</title><subtitle type='html'>simple,beauty,happy married...if u want to know me more just visit my friendster angie_m1985@yahoo.com and my tagged sw33t_ang3la@yahoo.com.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913475610407723135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SYviZD8DcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FSly5DTU4SU/S220/5001051v0LI.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949323731054099738.post-5406132670808982173</id><published>2009-10-19T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:57:35.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>hindi ko mafeel na birthday ko ngayon, ewan ko..basta! feeling ko lahat mali, lahat d sang-ayon sa akin. sa lahat lahat ng ngya2ri,,basta stay cool lng aq. 1st time ko n ganito pkiramdam ko ngyn kaarawan ko...sana lumipas n 2...&lt;br /&gt;ganun p man nagpapasalamat pa rin aq s poong maykapal dahil sa araw na ito aq ay nabuhay. sa mga magulang ko. sa asawa ko, at sa lahat-lahat na...SALAMAT!!&lt;br /&gt;wish ko ngayong birthday ko, cguro hindi nlng skin, s mga taong nkpaligid nlng skin, na sana gabayan lagi cla ni GOD, gawing center c GOD sa lahat ng mga desisyong gagawin nila, at good health..peace on earth!!!happy birthday to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949323731054099738-5406132670808982173?l=angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/feeds/5406132670808982173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/5406132670808982173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/5406132670808982173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913475610407723135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SYviZD8DcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FSly5DTU4SU/S220/5001051v0LI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949323731054099738.post-735379729751750754</id><published>2009-04-08T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:48:57.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY GRADUATION! 04-02-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdydD9nkV8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1lLrtLIapQc/s1600-h/angela2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdydD9nkV8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1lLrtLIapQc/s200/angela2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322301551050774466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdydD1Pgh6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ_-I4HmMoc/s1600-h/angela1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdydD1Pgh6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ_-I4HmMoc/s200/angela1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322301548802377634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949323731054099738-735379729751750754?l=angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/feeds/735379729751750754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-graduation-04-02-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/735379729751750754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/735379729751750754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-graduation-04-02-09.html' title='HAPPY GRADUATION! 04-02-09'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913475610407723135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SYviZD8DcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FSly5DTU4SU/S220/5001051v0LI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdydD9nkV8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1lLrtLIapQc/s72-c/angela2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949323731054099738.post-5513616448453150858</id><published>2009-03-29T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:03:35.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;next ERAP Estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdAnXHLpyKI/AAAAAAAAADw/-QZri1RtTac/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdAnXHLpyKI/AAAAAAAAADw/-QZri1RtTac/s200/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318794437942954146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;pacute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdAnWhxKfoI/AAAAAAAAADo/RFD6kvTzJ9A/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdAnWhxKfoI/AAAAAAAAADo/RFD6kvTzJ9A/s200/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318794427899739778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr. Pogi ng Ilocos Sur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdAnWuQqNCI/AAAAAAAAADg/5zXaq3zQJt4/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdAnWuQqNCI/AAAAAAAAADg/5zXaq3zQJt4/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318794431253066786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949323731054099738-5513616448453150858?l=angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/feeds/5513616448453150858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-of-my-life_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/5513616448453150858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/5513616448453150858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-of-my-life_29.html' title='LOVE OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913475610407723135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SYviZD8DcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FSly5DTU4SU/S220/5001051v0LI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SdAnXHLpyKI/AAAAAAAAADw/-QZri1RtTac/s72-c/Picture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949323731054099738.post-4301219220597462609</id><published>2009-03-26T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:22:08.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 YEARs and 2 MONTHs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/ScwuS4DoNoI/AAAAAAAAACA/2IbNiSzAsWY/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/ScwuS4DoNoI/AAAAAAAAACA/2IbNiSzAsWY/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317676161837840002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/ScwuSsbm_XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/51TKrt-yTqs/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/ScwuSsbm_XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/51TKrt-yTqs/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317676158717197682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/ScwuSkLIVyI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ean3XssHSc/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/ScwuSkLIVyI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ean3XssHSc/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317676156500596514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;(with my husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JONNEL&lt;/span&gt;) There was a time where I didn't believe in love.I really thought it never existed, but when the time that i met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jonnel&lt;/span&gt;, makes me want to thank you. Thank you everything, because it is you that taught me love, and how to love. Before, I feared love. Not any love, but your love, my love, my only, my one. Out of all the things money can buy and life can give, my love to you can not and will never match. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; it is you who I live for and will die for. It is you who has my heart, body, and soul. My eyes open to see you and close to picture you. You run wild in my mind, You stay still in my heart. My soul you share and my body you hold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Love you for the years to come, loved you for the years that have passed, and my love you will have always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;every 26 and 27 day of the month we treasure every seconds, minutes, hours of this day... 26 when were get married and say yes " I DO",,,27 when the times i say YES "we are" to my husband...i love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mhine&lt;/span&gt;...with all of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949323731054099738-4301219220597462609?l=angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/feeds/4301219220597462609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-year-and-2-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/4301219220597462609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/4301219220597462609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-year-and-2-months.html' title='2 YEARs and 2 MONTHs'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913475610407723135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SYviZD8DcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FSly5DTU4SU/S220/5001051v0LI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/ScwuS4DoNoI/AAAAAAAAACA/2IbNiSzAsWY/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949323731054099738.post-115106026439203408</id><published>2009-02-05T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:35:08.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOVE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of the most touching and purest love story I've read in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum cry, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She had lost her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides silent cry, it's still just silent cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply and countless phone calls. All the girl could do besides crying is still crying. The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learnt sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name on it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what was going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used sign language to tell her, "I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat every moment as if it's the last day, then you'll know how to Treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure what you have right now, or else you may regret one day.                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949323731054099738-115106026439203408?l=angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/feeds/115106026439203408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/115106026439203408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949323731054099738/posts/default/115106026439203408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamartinsiembre.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-story.html' title='A LOVE STORY'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913475610407723135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-hml-xEcWA/SYviZD8DcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FSly5DTU4SU/S220/5001051v0LI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
