<?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-8013778481397318087</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:01.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misguided Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922106655192870607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SJbzcDWIJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTR5v2jUH6g/S220/1_195585275l.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-8013778481397318087.post-4462685149077038315</id><published>2009-05-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:29:39.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bow - Madonna</title><content type='html'>Very meaningful lyrics, once a song I related to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GM0zSACpMto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GM0zSACpMto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013778481397318087-4462685149077038315?l=halomangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4462685149077038315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-bow-madonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/4462685149077038315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/4462685149077038315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-bow-madonna.html' title='Take a bow - Madonna'/><author><name>Misguided Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922106655192870607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SJbzcDWIJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTR5v2jUH6g/S220/1_195585275l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013778481397318087.post-4031512108733049218</id><published>2009-05-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:50:16.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships can fades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SgC44QVjyNI/AAAAAAAAABg/MPYt3UiWh9c/s1600-h/3034737066_d3a97649cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332465235404245202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SgC44QVjyNI/AAAAAAAAABg/MPYt3UiWh9c/s320/3034737066_d3a97649cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I put the right words to this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were friends for &lt;em&gt;many many&lt;/em&gt; years and shared a great companion together. We never argue nor have I ever recall we had any disagreement. You did fact out that I was your only gay friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a year passed, no return calls or reply messages from you. In fact there was nothing I heard of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our paths meets again. You smiled and I respond the same and added a friendly wave. But you paused yourself and expected an approach. It really does hurt me inside that I can only afford to do nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend witness the moment and curiously told me off to greet you. Somehow I refused to do so because I didn't find it was worthy. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013778481397318087-4031512108733049218?l=halomangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4031512108733049218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendship-do-fades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/4031512108733049218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/4031512108733049218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendship-do-fades.html' title='Friendships can fades.'/><author><name>Misguided Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922106655192870607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SJbzcDWIJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTR5v2jUH6g/S220/1_195585275l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SgC44QVjyNI/AAAAAAAAABg/MPYt3UiWh9c/s72-c/3034737066_d3a97649cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013778481397318087.post-4518345902144308298</id><published>2009-05-05T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:45:21.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things people do to get a compliment.</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm aware and yes I do notice that I had put on a few pounds. I'm not denying because it's true and it's obvious. What I mostly don't understand is why one had to personally come up to me and compare himself to get noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, is he really that sad ? I think he just proved himself the lacking of attention and he craves for it mindlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny it may seems but these people exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013778481397318087-4518345902144308298?l=halomangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4518345902144308298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-people-do-to-have-compliment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/4518345902144308298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/4518345902144308298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-people-do-to-have-compliment.html' title='The things people do to get a compliment.'/><author><name>Misguided Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922106655192870607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SJbzcDWIJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTR5v2jUH6g/S220/1_195585275l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013778481397318087.post-91191992867195644</id><published>2009-04-24T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:48:18.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Witches</title><content type='html'>They were known as the three sisters running a food stall together. Rumoured to be mouthful to anyone even to their own customers. Together with their aluminium pot in the middle, they look no different than any of your fairytales witches you ever known or imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was friday. I came there with no intentions than buying a drink near their stall. On that period it happened to be a young girl temporary running the shift. The witches of east wick came out from their tiny cave stall and gave me this curiousity evil eye. Assumingly I am flirting with the GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How percuilar ? lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not new to that place but have not anyone notice my&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; gay obviousity ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To added the complicity, the other said to the other loudly clear for me to hear. This is what the witch said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" This is what men do when they're not in the mosque! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You know, I could have turn right away and fought back. But I have to choose my own battles and this isnt one. Karma is bitch, i hope that witch gets it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013778481397318087-91191992867195644?l=halomangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/feeds/91191992867195644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-witches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/91191992867195644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/91191992867195644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-witches.html' title='The Three Witches'/><author><name>Misguided Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922106655192870607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SJbzcDWIJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTR5v2jUH6g/S220/1_195585275l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013778481397318087.post-174335671146426047</id><published>2009-04-24T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:51:38.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is so blind when you feels right when is wrong.</title><content type='html'>Is time for you take responsibility for your own choices that you made. If you're not satisfied then do something about it. We are still all ears for you but provided you do want to correct yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop composing your sad-stories and doubts over and over again. Sometimes I and Madamme gets confuse of what you're doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for what you have done and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scarifices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for him or do you&lt;br /&gt;hopefully waiting for the tables will turn someday and that one day he'll be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appericated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I and Madamme speak no more of your problems unless you want it to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013778481397318087-174335671146426047?l=halomangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/feeds/174335671146426047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-so-blind-when-you-feels-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/174335671146426047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013778481397318087/posts/default/174335671146426047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-so-blind-when-you-feels-right.html' title='Love is so blind when you feels right when is wrong.'/><author><name>Misguided Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922106655192870607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUuRbkXmqdM/SJbzcDWIJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTR5v2jUH6g/S220/1_195585275l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
