<?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-601004704450263223</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:43:01.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose's Angelic Queen</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello... Welcome to my Blog. Hope you enjoy reading my post. It's my pleasure to read your comments, suggestions or recommendations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosesal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157328630633927656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShYky5B3VdI/AAAAAAAAABk/N9nZPi6a5uk/S220/129972778r129972780.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601004704450263223.post-2507571583956014491</id><published>2009-05-25T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:03:49.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a ribbon to a rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShqtYg1MPLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/99HLN-eHeQY/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShqtYg1MPLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/99HLN-eHeQY/s320/DSC00773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339770944842644658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShqtApyQfGI/AAAAAAAAACI/IyTDQl9XiMw/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShqtApyQfGI/AAAAAAAAACI/IyTDQl9XiMw/s320/DSC00772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339770534929398882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Hello.... I  wished somebody would visit my blog and read.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;May I just share what I just learned form my aunt's art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     It is a ribbon cloth that she made manually to an artificial rose, it's something new for me cause all I know that things can be made to an artificial flowers are the creeppaper a cillophen or a plastic straw, but this one's  a ribbon cloth that she made to an artificial as  you see it, it's really very beautiful and seems just like the true one you just need to put some artificial leaves in it too. In school or in any field with special ocassion, this artificial rose made from a ribbon cloth can be use as corsage for the guests.&lt;/span&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/601004704450263223-2507571583956014491?l=rosesal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/feeds/2507571583956014491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-ribbon-to-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default/2507571583956014491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default/2507571583956014491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-ribbon-to-rose.html' title='From a ribbon to a rose'/><author><name>Rosesal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157328630633927656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShYky5B3VdI/AAAAAAAAABk/N9nZPi6a5uk/S220/129972778r129972780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShqtYg1MPLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/99HLN-eHeQY/s72-c/DSC00773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601004704450263223.post-7332952312019901756</id><published>2009-05-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:01:05.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShVqgafrcYI/AAAAAAAAABY/TniaRIbCfPc/s1600-h/PICT0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShVqgafrcYI/AAAAAAAAABY/TniaRIbCfPc/s320/PICT0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290038418141570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; One of the attraction of bamboo garden resort is their pond with different variety of fishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;     People especially the kids are enjoying the view of fishes with different colors sparkling in the heat of the sun as they swam around the pond. It's so nice to view which enabled myself to wished I could swim too LOL!&lt;/span&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/601004704450263223-7332952312019901756?l=rosesal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/feeds/7332952312019901756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-of-attraction-of-bamboo-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default/7332952312019901756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default/7332952312019901756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-of-attraction-of-bamboo-garden.html' title='The Attraction'/><author><name>Rosesal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157328630633927656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShYky5B3VdI/AAAAAAAAABk/N9nZPi6a5uk/S220/129972778r129972780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShVqgafrcYI/AAAAAAAAABY/TniaRIbCfPc/s72-c/PICT0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601004704450263223.post-8151146627661858891</id><published>2009-05-21T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:49:14.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo Garden Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShVkOsEN2EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mWlFNlnkNoE/s1600-h/PICT0196.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/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShVkOsEN2EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mWlFNlnkNoE/s320/PICT0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338283136827381826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                   This is the beautiful front view of Bamboo Garden Resort located at New Bataan, Compostela Valley Province, Philippines. Where we went and enjoyed swimming last May 9, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                   This is an inland resort source from a spring cold water. It is so cold as if you are taking a bath with ice. Citizens in nearby places and town used to come in the resort during summer time to enjoy swimming in the so cold water. The resort has a pool intended for the kids which is so safe for them to enjoy swimming. You may also can stay overnight here and enjoy night swimming that's if you are not afraid your body be frozen in the as ice cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/601004704450263223-8151146627661858891?l=rosesal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/feeds/8151146627661858891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/2009/05/bamboo-garden-resort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default/8151146627661858891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default/8151146627661858891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/2009/05/bamboo-garden-resort.html' title='Bamboo Garden Resort'/><author><name>Rosesal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157328630633927656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShYky5B3VdI/AAAAAAAAABk/N9nZPi6a5uk/S220/129972778r129972780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkd6CO6ypsA/ShVkOsEN2EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mWlFNlnkNoE/s72-c/PICT0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601004704450263223.post-7672978697816462738</id><published>2009-05-15T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:03:23.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Love's Life Line...? Here's Mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://saring.blog.friendster.com/2009/04/my-thoughts-about-lll/"&gt;Just  Expressing My Thoughts About (L.L.L.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://saring.blog.friendster.com/files/1_194975521l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-22" title="A PIECES OF LIFE" alt="" src="http://saring.blog.friendster.com/files/1_194975521l1-300x245.jpg" height="245" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt; ove &lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;ife’s  &lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;ine….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many say Life is too bad! and I said yes it is…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           But that’s the rules of life we can’t recognize the happiness without  undergoing some heart ache, we can’t say it is sweet without bitterness, we  cannot say we’re successful without sufferings we cannot say we are loved  without experiencing unloved. Love and life must go together and both are  complicated. We cannot live without love and there would no love if we have no  life. In Love’s Life we cannot deny that there’s  lot of wrongs we have done  than good, life is not perfect afterall much that there is no perfect love  afterall too… Though we try our best to make it perfect but we can’t cause if we  did, then we maybe will overrule the perfectness of God our Creator. If God  grant us all our wishes and wants He will be forgotten afterall, as man’s we’re  overly happy for what he had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           I firmly believe, God Has a reason why he did not give ME all my wishes  and wants for GOD KNOW’S WHAT’S THE BEST FOR ME and I AM STILL BLESSED after all  inspite of my negative attitude and imperfection physically and emotionally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           What matters most for me is that I learned what I need to learn, I knew  what I need to know and I feel what I never felt before, It’s hard for me to  accept and forgive the one who hurt me before yet now I am trying to understand  the causes why.. It goes like this and it goes like that. Life composes of ups  and down, it is a matter of giving and sharing, understanding with one another  be it in close or in distance, learn to forgive and forget. Before It is  so hard  for me to say SORRY much if I hurt too,  but now I learned to say it   wholeheartedly…  wishing/hoping not to do it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;            Come to think of it, why should we make our love life’s so complicated   which we can do it  just as simple as that…?! Oh can you take as easy that hmmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/601004704450263223-7672978697816462738?l=rosesal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/feeds/7672978697816462738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-your-loves-life-line-heres-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default/7672978697816462738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/601004704450263223/posts/default/7672978697816462738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesal.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-your-loves-life-line-heres-mine.html' title='What&apos;s Your Love&apos;s Life Line...? 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