<?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-14543753</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:05:40.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wach chu chi ich wach chu gech</title><subtitle type='html'>some interesting concepts and insights in my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112642653958447991</id><published>2005-09-11T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:15:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letters..writen by Daryl Lindo [the reply]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It could have been those years, those caring and trusting eyes, that had caught me off guard. in the past 19 years of my solitary existence, i had learned, once, the piercing pain of losing in love's game. such an ordeal had convinced me to never again yield to the once euphoric experience, i knew, as love. it became, for me, a pathetic reality, a hoax, waiting to bare itself to anyone who believed in it. i was submerged and in fact, was almost drowned in such cynical beliefs until our paths crossed in the most unexpected of times. to tell you honestly, i had kissed destiny in gratitude for blessing me with the chance of sharing your company and most especially for making me enjoy my waking moments because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had never been so honest, so understanding and so true in my entire life. You made me realize that I was actually capable of doing those things. Memories of the first time we met filled up my mind. We talked and talked and talked endlessly like we were already a part of each other’s lives before, in our past lifetimes. Perhaps I would say that there was really no sudden gush of magic, (as those, so extensively described in romance novels), but just pure unpretentious companionship and friendship. I shared with you most of my thoughts and my past existence and friendship. I shared with you most of my thoughts and my past experiences without much hesitation and embarrassment and you readily did the same. It was that time that I earned another priceless treasure; I had your friendship as well as your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your stares were genuine, your smile was so reassuring that it made me feel that you were someone whom I could confine to, someone whom I could trust without being afraid of being judged or criticized. Falling for you was easy. It was like, things worked together to make me understand how much I love you. It wasn’t until now that I had come to realize that God made me fall in love before, so that I could become more mature and more ready for another relationship and most especially, so that I could become more worthy of the love you have so sincerely offered me.&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is one of the best things that has ever happened in my life. As such each day unfolds, I came to learn new things about you and I came to discover and to comprehend your mysteries. As I slowly became a part of your life and you became mine, I live each day, so blissfully contented with your love and I look forward to knowing and loving you more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Always, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14543753-112642653958447991?l=wachuget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/feeds/112642653958447991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14543753&amp;postID=112642653958447991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112642653958447991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112642653958447991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/2005/09/letterswriten-by-daryl-lindo-reply.html' title='letters..writen by Daryl Lindo [the reply]'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112601951503616454</id><published>2005-09-06T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T08:15:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letters..writen by Daryl Lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you never told me i was beautiful. but instead, you made me feel that i was more... that i was beyond "Beautiful." your sweet, silently admiring gazes were enough to make me feel secure. i remembered clearly, one of your visits at our house. i wasn't informed that you would come. so, i welcomed you with my hair partially disheveled, and my shirt somewhat creased from my interrupted sleep. you stared at me so lovingly and so innocently like you never cared how disastrous i looked at that particular moment. i instantly felt the enveloping assurance of your love and the comfort of your nurturing emotions. this was one of those things which made me closer to you, small things which made me fall so deeply in love with you. at this particular instant, i realized how much you accepted me as who i really was, without question, without any hesitation, one thing which i knew sets you apart from the rest. i never really asked you to do me such a feat, but you did it so unconditionally and wholeheartedly and you never expected ntyhing from me whatsoever. you were simply there, offering your sincerest feelings for me and it was more than i could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as i look back at the memories we had, i really do not know what brought us together, what made us so hopelessly in love with each other. our closest friends often tell us that we were different, as a matter of fact, so entirely different. you were a sports enthusiast, a basketball fanatic and i was nothing near an NBA playoffs viewer. but i would always fondly look abck at the ver first game i watched with you. it was there that you made me appreciate things in life that i had once ignored, making me see the beauty in those things i once detested. remember the time i took you to the poetry session i was so excited about? i knew beforehand and was well aware that you were a poetry nonbeliever, someone who did not feel its magic , yet you agreed to come and watch it with me. i was afraid that you would not enjoy yourslef but my fears disintegrated when i saw you (thinking that i was not looking) hid your tears when a beautiful, emotional striking verse was shared to the group. it was one of the sweetest gestures i ahve seen in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;as i think about it now, i realize that what made us cohere to each other was our differences. these differences did not hinder us nor block us from exploring each other's life more, but instead it was in hose differences that we found our connection. as our realtionship's grew, i know that we would discover more of each other...more differences...more truths...more mysteries... which would make us stronger and would make us hold on to each other, cherishing every bit of moment, we have and will have together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14543753-112601951503616454?l=wachuget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/feeds/112601951503616454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14543753&amp;postID=112601951503616454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112601951503616454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112601951503616454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/2005/09/letterswriten-by-daryl-lindo.html' title='letters..writen by Daryl Lindo'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112325882154428008</id><published>2005-08-05T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:38:44.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm..this made me think really hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5856/1319/1600/charlie%20and%20the%20chocolate%20factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5856/1319/320/charlie%20and%20the%20chocolate%20factory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chewing gum is really gross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chewing gum i hate the most..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;woah..i really enjoyed watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Charlie and the Chocolate factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;chosko,,kya lng hndi ko pa nappnuod ung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if only&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this made me think really hard..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i had this very unusual dream. i saw that man..bakit kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;they say that dreams signifies the things or people you long for..these are the things you want to happen in your life..signs? hints? this made me think the whole day..well, actually, kapag lang nagkaakroon ako ng time alone,, i'll just keep quiet tapos magbabalance ng mga bagay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are instances wherein i only see that man in my mind. i try to erase it off but sometimes--IT JUST REALLY CREEPS ME OUT. i seek challenge, new heights..so is this it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyway, when &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jino, kizia &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;were having our first dinner together at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow cab&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; we started thinking how do we got to know each other. kasi based on our personalities--we have nothing in common!! oo we do like to laugh a lot, i mean, yes! we do love laughing our hearts out. pero ano na nga ba ung common thing between us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;si martin: &lt;em&gt;brat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;si kizia: &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;si marcia: &lt;em&gt;aktibista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;si jino: &lt;em&gt;tahimik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;si jana:&lt;em&gt; bakla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; ariane:&lt;em&gt; matalino/ate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sige nga---connect the dots..let's see kung ano yung makakapagsabing nagkakaisa kami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14543753-112325882154428008?l=wachuget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/feeds/112325882154428008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14543753&amp;postID=112325882154428008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112325882154428008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112325882154428008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmmthis-made-me-think-really-hard.html' title='hmmm..this made me think really hard'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112273527757715847</id><published>2005-07-30T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T08:02:49.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tama nga ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;sa'n mapupulot ang pag asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;may katuwiran ba ang sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;ngiti ko ang iyong galak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;langit ko ang iyong kandungan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;permiso sa isang araw na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;makasama ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;abiso ng pusong bulag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;na humahanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;tama bang aminin na nating may taning itong pag ibig natin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;dakila man wlang kasaysayang kakapit sa bulag na pag ibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;san hihingi ng patawad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kung walang dahilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tangis ko ang yong luha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nais ko ang iyong kalayaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just remembered MAYONNAISE singing this one:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mula nang makilala ka, aking mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Di ako mapalagay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sa kakaisip ko sa 'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lagi na lang ikaw ang alaala ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kahit nasaan ka man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Larawan mo'y natatanaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maging sa pagtulog, ay panaginip ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pagkat ang nais ko sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kapiling ka sa t'wina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ano ba'ng nakita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ng puso kong ito sa 'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kapag ika'y kasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anong ligaya ko sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit labis kitang mahal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yakap mo'y 'di ko malimutan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit labis kitang mahal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sumpa man, iniibig kita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;coincidence or is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;naiiba ang mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;very contradicting ang songs!!!hahahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me feel like i can get lost inside your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel closer to the sky when you save the day with just a smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;chosko..this song was played all over again last wednesday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;but in fairness..it was fun..may 1000 pa!!hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;eventhough jason got mad at me for not attending the "supposed to be" practice..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had another bonding moment with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATE, MARCIA, JINO, MARTIN, KIZIA and JANA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday came,,,we had a triple overtime sa practice..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hmm...we were not surprised anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;expecting that it would come..but i'm still confused..minsan ayoko na talagang maniwala sa mga sinasabi mo e..seryoso..wag mo nang itanong..just look at yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when would i be able to finish all the requirements???haha..we have this paper in &lt;strong&gt;art apre &lt;/strong&gt;wherein we have to "appreciate" the spolarium without even mentioning something about soain and rome!! hayyy.. &lt;strong&gt;then!!&lt;/strong&gt; we also have a thought paper in &lt;strong&gt;poligov..navvibes ko na mahirap xa..&lt;/strong&gt;hahahah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh! oh! oh! i already passed my GMG assignment..woah!! so creepy.. did i do well kaya? i dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14543753-112273527757715847?l=wachuget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/feeds/112273527757715847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14543753&amp;postID=112273527757715847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112273527757715847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112273527757715847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/2005/07/tama-nga-ba.html' title='tama nga ba?'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112247042243249466</id><published>2005-07-27T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T06:20:22.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...do i want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;do i really want freedom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yes..i do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but do they like to give you that very thing you've been wanting for too long/ well, not that long..but it's the same right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;will i be alright afterwards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yes,, because i would be free..i can do anything without hesitation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this is not an obligation. it think we're doing this because it is our DUTY. but love is not WORK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;its supposed to be LOVE!!!wahahahahah!!i should be focusing more on things that have sense in them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm too young for this shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GMG script!!!hahahah!!i have no idea on how am i gonna end my script..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;plus,, nauubusan na ako ng words!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14543753-112247042243249466?l=wachuget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/feeds/112247042243249466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14543753&amp;postID=112247042243249466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112247042243249466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112247042243249466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-i-want.html' title='...do i want?'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112218490173003680</id><published>2005-07-23T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:07:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where could my real sunshine be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you are my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUNSHINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUNSHINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;you may never know dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;how much i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;please don't take my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUNSHINE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;the other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, dear, as i lay sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i dreamed i held you in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you are my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUNSHINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;my only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUNSHINE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;please don't take my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUNSHINE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14543753-112218490173003680?l=wachuget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/feeds/112218490173003680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14543753&amp;postID=112218490173003680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112218490173003680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112218490173003680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-could-my-real-sunshine-be.html' title='where could my real sunshine be?'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112195070284195885</id><published>2005-07-21T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T08:00:42.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on thursday?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.picsearch.com/is?228247769134"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.picsearch.com/is?228247769134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5856/1319/1600/little%20mermaid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yesterday..we watched little mermaid!!!haha!!ang happy!!once in a while you should watch movies like that..it will not only let you sleep, but also it relaxes your mind from all the tension pain brought to you by this big world..it makes you feel young again--no problems..no schooling..no darkness...only the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5856/1319/1600/little%20mermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;had a talk with my best pal, ALENA, last night..missed her so much!![her????] hehe..i stopped for a while and told her, "minsan nagtataka ako kung lalake ba ako o babae..puro kasi lalake kausap ko.." she just laughed at me!!wahaha!!ano ba ito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;first assignment in gmg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow you, yes you, got to land a primetime spot for your very own weekly TV talk show. You are also the program's head scriptwriter, and get to pick your guests and topics to tackle for each week. Your pilot episode is coming in a week, and your producer is asking for your script. Your task is to write a two to three minute introductory spiel about yourself and what your show is going to be all about. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what am i gonna do?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i'm doomed!!!!wahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant make my brains work!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ate kooks, don't let me do this!!!wahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway.. NIKO inspired me so much with regards to the friendship thingy.. but i guess everything's fine with us now...we all had a talk with JINO that made us feel quite okay now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm..ano ba yan..open forums made me think really hard..but not ABOUT THE TOPIC, really..sometimes i would just stare in space and think of the possibilities of having no *tut* at all..&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;too obvious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i wonder how would my life could be if i entered college in a single body, with no chains at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it make me happy? would i feel sad? would i feel free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i guess...........wait.. i can't guess...i'm starting to get confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, im already confused!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;some people are just plain selfish...those bitc***s wanted everything for themselves....sad to say...i am one of those bitc***s..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14543753-112195070284195885?l=wachuget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/feeds/112195070284195885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14543753&amp;postID=112195070284195885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112195070284195885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14543753/posts/default/112195070284195885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wachuget.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-thursday.html' title='on thursday?????'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112178090052950473</id><published>2005-07-19T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T06:48:20.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment i saw you cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wlanghiya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm a cry baby talaga!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i cried again in front ot MARTIN, KIZIA, ATE ARIANE, MARCIA &amp; RJ[isang magndang gabi!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really, honestly speaking, i was so depressed this morning. kahit pla nung umaga,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm gonna tell you the whole truth about myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;martin was shocked knowing that i was a cry baby. he didn't know that this is how i react in things na katulad ng GANUN..for me, friendship is the happiest thing a person could have for free..kaya i value friendship more than how much i value my boyfriend..maybe that is how i feel towards situations like those. [maybe in time it'll be the other way around..wahahahahah!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tama na nga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i don't want to talk about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;nico, if you're reading my blog right now,,,wow.. thank you for the comment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i really appreciated it.. i was so touched..in terms of friendship yun right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;it was not the thing that i was thinking but since you have said it, i remembered that i forgot something...my friends back there..who were with me all along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but it was as if i'm the only one who still wants to be friends with them all this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[althought there are some exceptions to the rule..aylabyu NANAY!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;had a jamming sessions with the guys who saw me crying..katamad nang itype ang name nila e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;here it goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm keeping my hopes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;waiting for you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wondering if you would come in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;patiently waiting anticipating....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ooppss..at this very moment i forgot the lyrics..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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cry'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07026951149309073043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxwSNh8h7NU/SgJ6HnxNoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dXudCNibzUc/S220/IMG_3311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14543753.post-112152706505411471</id><published>2005-07-16T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T08:17:45.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: umm..siguro this will serve as a lesson for all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: we should never ever test love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: naffel nten xa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: we can never learn how to love that person kasi mas okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: kapg ung love biglaan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: kasi pag bglaan, dun mo lng mffeel kung gano kasrap mgmahal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: ako ganun tingn ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: kapg ayw na, ayawan na tlga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: wla na ung batry e,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clrnce_dude: pag ba may flashlight ka ts nwlan ng batrya mabubuhay mo ba siya ulit?clrnce_dude: [ang drama ko]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;this isn't the usual me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the confusing state of our mind is not normal, are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;thanks to nico, who performed last thursday, i think, im in love with a new song!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Special Two by Missy Higgins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've hardly been outside my room in days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause i don't feel that i deserve the sunshine's rays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the darkness helped until the whiskey wore away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it was then i realized the conscience never fades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you're young you have this image of your life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if you happen to you wake completely lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i will fight for you, be sure that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will fight for you until we're the special two once again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we could only need each other, we'll bleed together,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our hands will not be taught to hold another's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause we're the special two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we could only see each other we'll breath together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these arms will not be taught to need another's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause we're the special two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i remember someone old once said to me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"that lies will lock you up with truth the only key."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i was comfortable and warm inside my shell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i couldn't see this place could soon become my hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i guess the answer is don't so it in the first place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know i'm not deserving of your trust from you right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but if by chance you change your mind you know i will not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let you down cause we were the special two,a nd we will be again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we will only need each other, we'll bleed together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our hands will not be taught to hold another's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause we're the special two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we could only see each other, we'll breathe together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these arms will not be taught to need another's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause we're the special two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i step outside my mind's eye's for a minute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i look over me like a doctor looking for disease, or something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that could ease the pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but nothing cures the hurt you bring on by yourslef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just remembering, just remembering how we were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when we would only need each other, we'd bleed together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these hands would not be taught to hold another's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were the special two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we could only see each other, we'd bleed together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these arms will not be taught to need another's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause we're the special two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what a sad song.. i hope he won't be like that---wishing for a relationship that would last for an eternity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wish hopes are really that high..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wish they could just accept truths that fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;accept the pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;face fears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;no judgements..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no backstabbing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;firts blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;deppresd feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14543753-112152706505411471?l=wachuget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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