<?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-9169914</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:56:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart on my sleeve..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-111123284671669363</id><published>2005-03-19T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:47:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aprilseemscold.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://aprilseemscold.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-111123284671669363?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/111123284671669363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=111123284671669363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/111123284671669363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/111123284671669363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/03/httpaprilseemscold.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-111117302794602813</id><published>2005-03-19T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T03:10:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE CHECK MY NEW BLOG. I POST THERE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://aprilseemscold.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://aprilseemscold.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://aprilseemscold.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://aprilseemscold.blogspot.com&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/9169914-111117302794602813?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/111117302794602813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=111117302794602813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/111117302794602813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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still,&lt;br /&gt;It was written in a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;And bleed to sign my name and then&lt;br /&gt;I'll send it in a letter, send it in a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one, be the one they take,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the one they try to break,&lt;br /&gt;And I've just begun, just begun now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I'm not a lot but you can have all of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one, be the one they take,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the one they try to break,&lt;br /&gt;And I've just begun, just begun now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I'm not a lot but you can have all of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's crazy and maybe even I'll fall,&lt;br /&gt;But if I fall, then I will bleed and you'll see it's all of me&lt;br /&gt;But then they tire you, you want to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Still everything I bleed, bleed because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of me, and I believe it still,&lt;br /&gt;It was written in a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;And bleed to sign my name and then&lt;br /&gt;I'll send it in a letter,&lt;br /&gt;send it in a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've stenciled out the world and then colored it in as more,&lt;br /&gt;So stencil me, and watch me bleed,&lt;br /&gt;All I have is all I need,&lt;br /&gt;So stencil me, and watch me bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Fall asleep to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'll be there when you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start your day your right next to me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;How feelings move so fast&lt;br /&gt;Once they start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can't control how my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Feels for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But i never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I fade into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We'll be hangin out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Forehead to forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My hand held in yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading fast without you here&lt;br /&gt;I need you near to calm my fears&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;be my brighest star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one know what you are to me&lt;br /&gt;Finding the right words to say never came so easily&lt;br /&gt;Count on me to believe in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my trust issues&lt;br /&gt;They're surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;When can we make our own history?&lt;br /&gt;My trust issues&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;When can we make our own history?&lt;div 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title='pl'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-111039382377742272</id><published>2005-03-10T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T02:43:43.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>malabo ung line ng sun cellular.. badtrip ung static..&lt;br /&gt;mood swing nanaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;coz the line's fed up.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;screw sun cell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-111039382377742272?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-111008839341534142</id><published>2005-03-06T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:53:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PUTANGINA MONG KUHOL NA IMBENTOR KA. SHE NEVER EXISTED SICKO. I WISH YOUR GRANDMA DIED KILLING YOU. FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-111008839341534142?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/111008839341534142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=111008839341534142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/111008839341534142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/111008839341534142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/03/putangina-mong-kuhol-na-imbentor-ka.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110995894830227804</id><published>2005-03-05T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:55:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PUTANGINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to kat on the phone, My mom urged me to have a serious Mom - Son talk. My 10 year old faggedy cousin said shit that i took his fucking good for nothing discman. I borrowed it from him (or her?? bakla.) a few weeks ago daw then .. un.. leche.. di ko na daw sinoli. what the fuck. i borrowed it once nung retreat, nung retreat lang. Eh that was like months ago. Man. Fuck this shit. Then the fag went to my room and fucking searched it. He found it fucking here daw. Man, pano napunta dito yon? tangina baka nadala nya dito yon or anything putangina. Sira nanaman ako sa magulang ko pati sa magulang ng putanginang baklang bata na yon.&lt;br /&gt;Discman lang yon for godsake, i have a discman too, an mp3 player at that. What would i do with such a sucky skipping old school discman? Pinipilit nila na ninakaw ko daw yon. PUTANGINA.&lt;br /&gt;She told her secretary not to give me money when i ask from them. What the Fuck. I can't go to the other house anymore coz they think im a freaking magna. PUTANGINA TALAGA TANGINANG LECHENG PUNYETA. KAKAIRITA PUTANGINA. BWISET! PINSAN KONG 10 year old na BAKLA !!!!!! TANGINA pag tanda chupaero lang ung labas. Steerer na baklang chupaero. leche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110995894830227804?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110995894830227804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110995894830227804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110995894830227804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110995894830227804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/03/putangina.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110976405512674448</id><published>2005-03-02T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:47:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UWI NA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;taena ayaw pa umuwi amp..&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/9169914-110976405512674448?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110976405512674448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110976405512674448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110976405512674448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110976405512674448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/03/uwi-na.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110969962745204651</id><published>2005-03-02T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T01:53:47.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;didn't mean to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;sorry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not okay i promise - mcr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110969962745204651?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110969962745204651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110969962745204651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110969962745204651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110969962745204651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/03/didnt-mean-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110966987274701286</id><published>2005-03-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:37:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up late this morning.. my girl woke me up just to see that i had fever. haha. i looked in the mirror and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i thought i was cute&lt;/span&gt;. wala lang. as usual. WAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. :D lakas tama ba?&lt;br /&gt;lmao. i was wearing a huge shirt and my hair was quite laid back. I whispered to myself. "bagay pala saken maging rapper." hahahaha yuck.  She got mad at me coz i kept on forcing her to do something she wasn't in the mood for. Hanggang ngayon galet amp.. nilalambing na nga aehhhhhh.. wala lang.. hehe.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i labyuuuu kat&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll bleed for her like a new tattoo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;in my heart she stays &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERMANENT. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9169914-110966987274701286?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110966987274701286/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110953944793435389</id><published>2005-02-28T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T05:24:07.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tutulog na ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;mgakunganoanongnaiiiisipko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110953944793435389?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110953944793435389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110953944793435389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110953944793435389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110953944793435389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/tutulog-na-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110923432412702985</id><published>2005-02-24T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:38:44.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never for lush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all i wish to do is just to run away with you&lt;br /&gt;i turn my back to where nothing starts&lt;br /&gt;im lying under these shining stars&lt;br /&gt;which one really is for me?&lt;br /&gt;suck my eyes from their sockets&lt;br /&gt;i can't keep it up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll be first to hear me saying&lt;br /&gt;"it's getting naked."&lt;br /&gt;you're the first to be saying&lt;br /&gt;"it's hard to know when to leave"&lt;br /&gt;i'll walk by and take your hand&lt;br /&gt;and tell you what it's like to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's got me thinking it's just the last thing that changes&lt;br /&gt;i keep my jealousy to myself tonight&lt;br /&gt;you're well known but still i'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what escapes me and what remains&lt;br /&gt;just don't say it's over now&lt;br /&gt;just burn me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that familiar look on your face&lt;br /&gt;there's one point for each minute&lt;br /&gt;that suffocates my last chance with you&lt;br /&gt;my last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lush never forgets,&lt;br /&gt;lush never dances.&lt;br /&gt;lush never smiles,&lt;br /&gt;lush never takes chances.&lt;br /&gt;lush never chokes,&lt;br /&gt;lush never goes blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can start someday, face the world together.&lt;br /&gt;we can start today, face each other and cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;smile and say i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;smile and say i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;just smile and say i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;just ..&lt;br /&gt;just ..&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;say i miss you, say i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell her i miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;tell her i miss you from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110923432412702985?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110923432412702985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110923432412702985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110923432412702985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110923432412702985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/never-for-lush-with-all-i-wish-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110923402278583409</id><published>2005-02-24T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:33:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>compo.. wala pang title. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so bright, you're all i see&lt;br /&gt;i just can't leave you there&lt;br /&gt;you made my world spin again&lt;br /&gt;i just can't let you leave me now&lt;br /&gt;tonight she just said&lt;br /&gt;"will you kiss me back?"&lt;br /&gt;all i know is you've taken me&lt;br /&gt;to places i never been,&lt;br /&gt;to places i never been,&lt;br /&gt;to places i never been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me breathless with million watt smiles&lt;br /&gt;katrina calls my name&lt;br /&gt;her kisses make stains and memories&lt;br /&gt;there's no turning back, she's all i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try to run, don't try to forget the one&lt;br /&gt;it's like seeing you here&lt;br /&gt;for the first time again&lt;br /&gt;i just can't sleep till my arms are around you&lt;br /&gt;tonight can i just say&lt;br /&gt;"will you leave me never?"&lt;br /&gt;all i know is you're making me&lt;br /&gt;forget to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;forget to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;forget to breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twelve kisses on my forehead&lt;br /&gt;the lipstick stays permanent&lt;br /&gt;eating cheesecakes together in the dark&lt;br /&gt;i know i won't feel like i've been here before&lt;br /&gt;tears of broken past are wiped away&lt;br /&gt;it all just seems better..&lt;br /&gt;seeing you here is like seeing with closed eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing you here is like seeing with closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(make up your mind, i just can't let you go)&lt;br /&gt;seeing you here is like seeing with closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(wake up with me in my apartment)&lt;br /&gt;seeing you here is like seeing with closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(just lay down your heart for me)&lt;br /&gt;seeing you here is like seeing with closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(i'll love you till the last raindrop falls)&lt;br /&gt;seeing you here is like seeing with closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(i'll love you till the last raindrop falls)&lt;br /&gt;seeing you here is like seeing with closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(i'll love you till the last raindrop falls)&lt;br /&gt;seeing you here is like seeing with closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(i'll love you till the last raindrop falls)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110923402278583409?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110923402278583409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110923402278583409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110923402278583409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110923402278583409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/compo.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110909903924477451</id><published>2005-02-23T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T03:03:59.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friends who i really missed today. I'm not in the mood to do anything tonight, it's just so sad. I'm justso sad. I miss her. We haven't talked on the phone the whole day, pero we were texting all through out. We were supposed to be with each other last monday, but plans didn't push through coz she has some school work to do. Which ended up in a tambay session. The work was just distributed. That's it. We should have gone out. We couldn't go out today either coz she had to do the work she was supposed to do yesterday. Tomorrow isn't a good idea either, tomorrow daw yung presentation ekek.One thing just popped into my mind. Why can't we see each other after class? or something. Thursday isn't a good day either and friday naman daw was for defense. Again, the same question running in my mind. Why can't we see each other after classor during breaks. I'm not asking for much time naman, i just wanna be with her. Even for a good 30 minutes. That's it. Tobe with the girl i love for a few minutes would be fine, ang babaw ko noh? masaya na ko makasama siya. Anyways, Fridayisn't open either leaving one day left. Saturday. She told me yesterday that we could go out on Saturday. I was quite happy na rin that i'd be with her this week, kahet saturday pa - umaasa ako. Time seems so slow at this point, im dying to be with her.When I came home, we were still texting, I asked her if she was free this Sat (just to confirm). She said she wasn't. Herfriend would give a treat daw, and sleep over after. Wow. It Hurt. I mean hurts. It's still there, whapak.Sapol. I could understand naman her busy sked, of course she wants to keep her grades up. I've just been thinking why do friends always go first (even with other people). All my time goes for her. ALL. I even text in the shower. Even while commuting. I Just feelSO SECONDARY. I know school goes first, then prolly she could make me singit. Pero wala eh.. friends muna, to thinkna kasama naman nya yon everyday. It just hurts. I just think she doesn't need me as much as i need her. I'm too affectedcoz i love her so much. I feel sick. Im sick. I want to get sick i guess. Well, life goes on. That's okay. I mean,everything's ok when it comes to her. Natitiis naman eh. Anything for her, anything. I'm not in the mood to write anymore,naiiiyak ako. I just wanna forget it and put on a smile, get it over and done with and live like it never hapenned.i love her, that makes everything different. I just feel so secondary. Kung ganon talaga eh, ok lang, it'll just take a little getting used to para hindi na gaano masaket. Pero malamang, masaket paren na hanggang text and fone lang ako.I wanna be with her. Always, everyday. Even for a few minutes. I love her, so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110909903924477451?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110909903924477451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110909903924477451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110909903924477451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110909903924477451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/second-place.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110909887150625296</id><published>2005-02-23T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T03:01:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it isn't fun sleeping when you know she's talking to another guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110909887150625296?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110909887150625296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110909887150625296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110909887150625296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110909887150625296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-isnt-fun-sleeping-when-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110906303616304683</id><published>2005-02-22T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:03:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And we're driving just as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;and we're racing to outrun the wind&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and you and you and me so wild eyed&lt;br /&gt;so young, bright eyed and free&lt;br /&gt;And we're trying to get out of here&lt;br /&gt;and a &lt;strong&gt;small town romance&lt;/strong&gt; draws ever near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And I swear we're in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the highlight comes when you kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stereo sings our song&lt;br /&gt;and we don't hesitate to sing along&lt;br /&gt;Drive to dream to live, we could see the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Here to hope tomorrow we could see the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're miles from the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;neither of us seems to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that's why I love you so&lt;/span&gt;, shut your mouth girl&lt;br /&gt;no one has to know&lt;br /&gt;And time seems to drip like Dali&lt;br /&gt;and neither of us has a place to be&lt;br /&gt;So for once and forever tell me all of your dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110906303616304683?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110906303616304683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110906303616304683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110906303616304683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110906303616304683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-were-driving-just-as-fast-as-we.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110906235290527527</id><published>2005-02-22T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:52:32.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>papunta na kong benilde.. magkikita kita kami don. haha. ang saya. i missed those guys. damn.&lt;br /&gt;wala lang.. i'll post something later nalang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;the post before this was just a line from a song, no meaning whatsoever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you cheesecake. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110906235290527527?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110906235290527527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110906235290527527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110906235290527527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110906235290527527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/papunta-na-kong-benilde.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110900792504117330</id><published>2005-02-22T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T01:45:25.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i've got a bad feeling about this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i've got a bad feeling about this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i've got a bad feeling about this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;=/ =/ =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110900792504117330?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110900792504117330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110900792504117330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110900792504117330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110900792504117330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-got-bad-feeling-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110886651166859107</id><published>2005-02-20T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T10:34:53.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at like 5 am after talking to my cheesecake for prolly the whole day. The bad thing was i had to get up at 9 am for church, and guess what. -- When i got out, all prepped and ready, there was no car. i repeat. no car to use. wtf. i had turned myself into a sleepy snooze of pigshit embrace. it's currently 9:45 and i am pissed coz i'm still so fucking sleepy. FUCK IT. im lazy. In like three or four hours, we'll be going to the rehab as usual. I miss my girl. (we just talked since waking up till 5 am last night) I miss her so much. I know now how she feels when i oversleep. Hahaha. She usually wakes up at like 11 or 11 past but it take me +2 or +3 hours after her. I'm such a screwed bedboy. Hahaha. (You can think of the bedboy as something else, im that too. ^_^) kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking happy. Emo doesn't work for me anymore. I'm not sad at all. Never been better. After thinking that life would be a living hell after my last, here she comes, and takes me away. I like everything about her.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean everything. I've been like dying to post her oh-so-hot pictures here pero i kept a promise that i wouldn't show anyone. So I couldn't. Dammit. I want every God Forsaken creature to know how pretty she is. Proud ako diba? shempre naman. Hahahaha! :P Kaya lang I couldn't post, coz she won't let me. Under ako kay commander. Like everyone else. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we live:&lt;br /&gt;Upon waking up, check fones for messages, text the other half ... wait till she wakes up (lol. she does the waiting part coz i always wake up late hahahahah - now i know how it feels. it SUCKS. Totally.) As soon as she realizes that I'm up, tatawag na yan (courtesy of sun cellular and jay-r's call and text unlimited 24/7) and we'd like talk till she has to go, or till a friend comes along, or till she has to prepare for some lakad or whatever. When we're not on the line naman, we still text, as in. Wherever she is, she's got time for her homeboi. WAHAHAHA. homeboi amp. Wala lang, I find it sweet kasi i know she's kinda busy din with school, tapos the whole kulet clan nila.. so at least she finds time for me, a lot at that. Hindi na ata ako sanay na hindi sya kausap. Namimiss ko agad, and even when i talk to her, i still do. Weird, but true. At night naman, we talk agad when she gets home (it's like 11 pm na halos - fuck layo kasi ng uste sa cainta haha) till like 5 am. I feel bad about making her puyat coz she has to get up early. Pero makulet eh, she doesn't wanna sleep kahet sobrang slurred na ung speech nya. It's like A--YO--KO-- PA-- MAG--SL-EEEEEP. She still wants to talk to me daw like i still want to talk to her. That's Omfg so sweet noh. Sleepy na pero ayaw matulog kasi gusto ka kausapin. San ka pa? haha. Kinilig naman ako. Tama ba yon. :) Hirap kaya ibaba ung phone kahit kakaing lang or whatever. Phoning with her has been a part of me. (phoning amputa.) I feel like posting para may magawa, namimiss ko sya eh.&lt;br /&gt;Puntahan ko sya sa monday, may reward ako.. treasure. (JOKE!!!Ü) bwahahahah. There are just some stuff that really don't please me like her going out/tambay too much and her going home late. Though i can live with it naman, it just doesn't make me completely happy, yun nalang talaga. Pero the hell with it, ok na toh. Best I've ever had. Near perfect eh. It amazes me. Just how she talks and shiyat, the super lambing i loveyou's. wala lang. Kinikilig paren ako. Everything's just so perfect. Ay, i asked her if she wanted to marry me pala dated Feb 18 2005. She said YES. I wasn't really expecting a YES. I was expecting something like "let's see." or .. "we wouldn't know yet." or "tagal pa non, we'll meet more people". Wala lang. Im sooooooooooo fucking happy. I know she loves me.. yeahu. :) I also promised her i'd never leave her and she sweared as well. Ika nga nila.. Promises are meant to be broken. -- not in this case you sickos. I mean, not in my case. Say it like you mean it. Yun ung point eh, Mean it. Don't promise if you're not sure you could keep it, diba? She promised naman, tapos i told her something like you don't have to promise if you're not sure na you wouldn't leave me nga and all that shiyat, i'd understand naman eh. We're young and blahblah.. so yon. But still, she did promise. She could keep it daw. She would never leave her cheesecake daw. Wala lang. Ang saya ko nanaman. :) There was this stupid ungas like texting na "Wouldn't you say i love you for the last time? may bf ka na pala". Tanginang ungas na yan. leche, ang landi. May gf pa yon sa point na yon ha. Putangina ang sarap sungangain potangina!!!! I was really stopping myself from freaking out, but i did freak out. Tama ba naman kasi? I texted the dumb fuck in a "NICE WAY", pilit pa yon coz ayaw ni mrs ng away - and as usual, kelangan sumunod kay commander kahet na burat na burat ka na. UNDER ako, punyeta! hahahaha. Pero ok lang, mahal ko sya eh. Baket ba? hahaha. Tapos ito pa ung hirit nya, "ang cute mo magselos." I was like, wtf?!?! .. kung alam mo lang ung nafeefeel ko dito! tapos ikaw natutuwa! then she's like .. "parang ang sarap mo i hug and i kiss eh, and parang love na love mo ko." Yun lang sinabi nya tuwang tuwa na ko eh, nawala lahat ng galit and inis ko kay mr aagawan mo pa ko.And she knows my weakness. Wala lang, parang pag aasaren nya ko, may kasunod na "i love you." yung buong pang aasar nya, nawala ung effect bigla. Hahaha. Tuwa nanaman ako. HAHA. Can't help it, bakit ba. Care mo? :)&lt;br /&gt;Haaay, no more broken promises sana this time coz i loooooooooooove her soooooooo much. I'd do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've proven one thing that everyone always says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pag maganda ang girlfriend, Problemado ang boyfriend."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana hindi ka nalang chinita para wala ng lumalandi.. argh.. nakakainis sila.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110886651166859107?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110886651166859107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110886651166859107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;her lipstick stains my cheek again&lt;br /&gt;few dots to trace my lips and blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the covers wanting to regain&lt;br /&gt;what it's like to feel unbled&lt;br /&gt;i now know what it's like again&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt; is once again &lt;em&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold you just to keep you here&lt;br /&gt;deserting me never works for us&lt;br /&gt;a dream for us which you'll never take back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;your promises are glued to my heart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven is falling into my arms now&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;sun moving back into my sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hide what you've done to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a hundred hearts beat for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hundred hearts beat for you&lt;br /&gt;i'd take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;until my feet are bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'd walk you wherever, till my feet are bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love you kat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110886407725537157?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110886407725537157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110886407725537157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110886407725537157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love her so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;don't want things to end. no more broken promises this time sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i love you cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;             :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time nalang,&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sleepy na ren eh.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peborit song as of today:&lt;br /&gt;"She Drove Me To Daytime TV" - FFAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat the best ones&lt;br /&gt;A little closer maybe a bit too close&lt;br /&gt;You function you turn out&lt;br /&gt;A flawless performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your camera away from me&lt;br /&gt;Spill your guts in 8mm&lt;br /&gt;Put your focus where your mouth is&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who's fading here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;You know it makes more sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you cry&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart and break my hands and let me down&lt;br /&gt;I want to snap your neck in two&lt;br /&gt;And leave you dead, so dead&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on and on and on (go!)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110850070638654268?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110850070638654268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110850070638654268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110850070638654268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110850070638654268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/wala-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110832857263902844</id><published>2005-02-14T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T05:02:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;happy heart's day..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so happy. she makes me so happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love her so much.. but..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you kat. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110832857263902844?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110832857263902844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110832857263902844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110832857263902844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110832857263902844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110832833088437157</id><published>2005-02-14T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T04:58:50.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feb 12 2005. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my cheescake. :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you kaaaaaaaat.&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/9169914-110832833088437157?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110832833088437157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110832833088437157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110832833088437157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110832833088437157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/feb-12-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110815182515774421</id><published>2005-02-12T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T03:57:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i met someone i had fun talking to.. open to topics i liked.. open to my music.. good girl.. no gimmiks.. no drugs.. was really nice.. and sweet.. and pretty.. and was chinky eyed.. and had a nice body..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i texted her every waking hour of this day.. and she replied naman.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i feel something different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;she's just too perfect eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;huwaaaaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110815182515774421?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110815182515774421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110815182515774421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110815182515774421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110815182515774421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-met-someone-i-had-fun-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110810588962347226</id><published>2005-02-11T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:11:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see you fading away from us.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Room with empty bottles, broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;and pride still running high, always on your side.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted more for you.&lt;br /&gt;You can't go on this way.&lt;br /&gt;And now I see it all fall through.&lt;br /&gt;We pray for better days.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck alone and scared.&lt;br /&gt;Throw your life away and now choking on your pride may be the only way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you like this.&lt;br /&gt;We all tried to save you but missed.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the hope on your road.&lt;br /&gt;Now come back to us like the days of the old.I still feel you there, trying to get on top.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have my support, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;People you've hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Friends that you've lied to.&lt;br /&gt;But we understand, and that's not you can see the end of the road,&lt;br /&gt;I can see it too, for you, I'm scared, if I lose you, I'm not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;This time, if you die.&lt;br /&gt;I watch you, right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Just trust me, and listen.You have no self control.&lt;br /&gt;This will take your life.&lt;br /&gt;Overdose and then indulge until you die.&lt;br /&gt;Pondering, we all ask the question why.&lt;br /&gt;Broken home, and then abandoned by your dad.&lt;br /&gt;And we are left the only family that you've ever had.Help you see it through.&lt;br /&gt;Fight this me and you.Reaching deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;Problems not just you is what we find.&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship makes it mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110810588962347226?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110810588962347226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110810588962347226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110810588962347226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110810588962347226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-see-you-fading-away-from-us.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110810524346097930</id><published>2005-02-11T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:00:43.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unholy Confessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"I'll try,"&lt;/span&gt; she said as he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Try not to lose you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two vibrant &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt; could change.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing tears the being more than deception,&lt;br /&gt;unmasked fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I'll be here waiting"&lt;/span&gt; tested and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts my world,&lt;br /&gt;just affects the ones around me&lt;br /&gt;When sin's deep in my blood,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be the one to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"I wish I could be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the one who won't care at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the one on the stand,&lt;br /&gt;I know the way to go, no one's guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;When time soaked with blood turns its back,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confided in me was your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it's hurting you, but it's killing me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will last in this life,&lt;br /&gt;our time is spent constructing,&lt;br /&gt;now you're perfecting a world... meant to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Constrict your hands around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;squeeze till I cannot breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;this air tastes dead inside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contribute to our plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Break all your promises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tear down this steadfast wall,&lt;br /&gt;restraints are useless here,&lt;br /&gt;tasting salvation's near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110810524346097930?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110810524346097930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110770106099959774</id><published>2005-02-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:44:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Memento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget you,&lt;br /&gt;But your time to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; is way past due,&lt;br /&gt;I have this overwhelming urge,&lt;br /&gt;To suck in one good breath and scream,&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no love&lt;/span&gt; left inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time,&lt;br /&gt;That I've &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fallen apart&lt;/span&gt; infront of an audience..&lt;br /&gt;Though the words have changed,&lt;br /&gt;The message stays the same, I tried reason&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;all in vain andI wish it didn't have to be&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;To watch me fall apart at the knees,&lt;br /&gt;And grovel like a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;slave who is begging for a little sympathy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you danced around on my broken dreams&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated when I made mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;This song was written about how much I hate you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through all the worst of time,&lt;br /&gt;I sat and took it almost every time,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to scream but it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;didn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to leave but it &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didn't work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I wish it didn't have to be but this song is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This must be love..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110770106099959774?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110770106099959774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110770106099959774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110770106099959774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110770106099959774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-memento-ill-never-forget-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110770037138258135</id><published>2005-02-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:32:51.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We Have Loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and just let go&lt;br /&gt;And find the beauty outside of your front door&lt;br /&gt;You've been lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Inside your apartment with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Because it just hurts too much to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have lost all your self-control&lt;br /&gt;You wake up miserable..&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart in a box you're buried away,&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under to get rid of all this pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it hurt too much to let go,&lt;br /&gt;of the life you always have known..&lt;br /&gt;You've been lost in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Your imagination is a crippling hell..&lt;br /&gt;To have loved is to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd never change..&lt;br /&gt;And you can't seem to bring us back to the place of&lt;br /&gt;where we first started from,&lt;br /&gt;And you swore that you'd never leave&lt;br /&gt;and forever bemine and that you'd die beside me,&lt;br /&gt;So where are those forgotten promises now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My light is my hope that won't stop burning,&lt;br /&gt;For a love that is more than just a passing thing,&lt;br /&gt;How long?&lt;br /&gt;How much more?&lt;br /&gt;How long?&lt;br /&gt;How long will this take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110770037138258135?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110770037138258135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110770037138258135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110770037138258135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110770037138258135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-have-loved-close-your-eyes-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110763116894194979</id><published>2005-02-06T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T03:19:28.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>story of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woke up at around 1 pm and opened the tv at once. browsing through the channels, i spotted someone i knew at WOWOWEE (hahaha). Yes. It was &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so yun.. pretty much the whole day i remained a couch potato until around 7 pm where i had to go pick my ass up and go to geebeeee.. nothing really happened. Just went to absinth then smoked a few. Got home early at 11. tomorrow's pretty tough again coz we have to go down south cavite beyb. Rehab again. This is sooooooo tiring. Anyways, I went online right away and i have concluded that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is my new idol. Why? He lost &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a hundred pounds&lt;/span&gt; in a matter of months. I've always wanted to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He showed me his xmas 2003 pic and his xmas 2004 pic. Unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IDOL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woot. inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kaya ko den kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha. sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im still dateless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110763116894194979?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110763116894194979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110763116894194979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110763116894194979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110763116894194979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/story-of-today-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110745461124077638</id><published>2005-02-04T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T02:16:51.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.THE BLACK MARIA - BETRAYAL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110745461124077638?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110745461124077638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110745461124077638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110745461124077638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110745461124077638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110728273880019764</id><published>2005-02-02T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T02:32:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bat ganito.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;pebrero&lt;/span&gt; nanaman..&lt;br /&gt;naaalala ko nanaman lahat..&lt;br /&gt;palapit nanaman sa bente syete..&lt;br /&gt;lech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;if you're ANTI CORNY, stop right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we stay forever? people say that &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;time heals broken hearts&lt;/span&gt;..  sooner or later. &lt;-- NOT!&lt;br /&gt;have been proven right tons of times, but not in my fucking case. A few dates after the so called "goodbye",  a few "girlfriends" (love on the rebound kuno.) just didn't work. Broke it off at once din. I feel like a big sissy waiting for someone who i know would never come. Nothing compared&lt;br /&gt;to what i felt a few months ago, and yeah, i speak vocally now, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss her&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want anything to happen, i just miss her. I know &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's over&lt;/span&gt; - and yeah, moving on is a must. Nearly &lt;strong&gt;Cupid's Day&lt;/strong&gt; again and i am alone - i miss her more these times. Most of my friends have their hands tucked into someone else's hand, grazing greener pastures than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my views on relationships and such have changed deeply in time. im too scared to try now. as people say though, love and pain are twins. they come together. karma style. a spluttered mix of emotions are considered in myself right now. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Apologetic Conclusions, Hate, Revenge,  and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lacking&lt;/span&gt;. i guess i just need a bit more time. And i need to meet someone BETTER before i forget her. Which comes rarely in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone came into my life at the right time, when i thought she was an angel, who had sprung her wings into the open and would take me with her, everything just turned bleak. i did not see the same glimmer i saw in "her" eyes. I did not see her yearning to hold me just like how i was used to. It all seemed fake. It indeed was. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's is comin up behind us already. Im &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dateless&lt;/span&gt;. Few people tried asking me out, but they aren't the ones i wanna be with on the 14th. There's this special batch of inevitables i'd love to be with. But guess what .. they are pre - TAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coping up with a break up is very hard. I'd rather work/study/encrap myself with parties and all just not to miss her too much. Pero.. hindi naman pwedeng palaging may ginagawa eh. Di pwedeng flirt lang ng flirt. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I miss the commitment&lt;/span&gt;. Going home early just to turn your ear up 37 degrees on the phone, saving up on cash to buy load to text her, missing the barkada chickster mode, missing the tagaytay inuman sessions, the family gatherings.. the one night stands, partyin all night mode, in short - GIVING FREE MODE UP,  just to spend time/ with that one soul who would make you complete. I just miss that. I miss everything. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FEBRUARY SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. --&lt;br /&gt;Even how her lips caressed my lower lips. How she noticed i had a mole - upperleft hair line. How i would take fx's past daylight, walk miles in the dark just to get a trike, her sitting on my lap with arms over my head, pecks.. smiles.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of this relationship made me learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Can say that im 3 times more mature than i was like 6 months ago. I dont even talk about sex that much anymore. (compared to before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i did her wrong, saying stuff i wasnt supposed to. Doing stuff i did, just to keep her here.&lt;br /&gt;Did not think of what she would feel.. or what she may think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd just like to apologize sincerely with all my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could just read this. ( i know she'd laugh. But it's okay. who cares... im a sissy. )&lt;br /&gt;Sana..&lt;br /&gt;masiyahan sha sa buhay nya.. good luck with everything.. and i hope she finds &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mr right .. (the virtual opposite of myself. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not asking for anything.. i dont even expect talking to her again.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna clear up stuff i've messed up.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that i &lt;strong&gt;really do&lt;/strong&gt; love her.&lt;br /&gt;After months of non contact, feelings are still intact.&lt;br /&gt;why? i &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cannot comprehend&lt;/span&gt;. weirdest of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;what hurts most..&lt;br /&gt;is seeing her with..&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;CONSPIRACY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about these crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooh my.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110728273880019764?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110728273880019764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110728273880019764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110728273880019764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110728273880019764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/02/bat-ganito.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110692993184579316</id><published>2005-01-29T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:32:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take my smile.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know this is what you want..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110692993184579316?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110692993184579316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110692993184579316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110692993184579316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110692993184579316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/take-my-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110689643717286341</id><published>2005-01-28T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:13:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She scrunches her toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Under the covers so no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rosey red cheeks dissolved her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know what it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to live without regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what it means to be her friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Phone calls filled with lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you only knew how she sees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you In her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly you don't deserve her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110689643717286341?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110689643717286341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110689643717286341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110689643717286341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110689643717286341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/she-scrunches-her-toesunder-covers-so.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110689611340735467</id><published>2005-01-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:08:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ain't it just like meto forget to say,&lt;br /&gt;"You look nothing short of amazing."&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...Saturday Guess who adores you?&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we never have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110689611340735467?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110671076074675738</id><published>2005-01-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:39:20.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's the weekend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forget me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110671076074675738?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110655248088247024</id><published>2005-01-24T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:41:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yrics</title><content type='html'>i struggled to be heard,&lt;br /&gt;then one day..&lt;br /&gt;finally people started listening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it again..&lt;br /&gt;and this time with feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these stupid songs are worth singing..&lt;br /&gt;dont say a word..&lt;br /&gt;unless you're pretty sure..&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT IT ANALYZED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110655248088247024?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110655112497336129</id><published>2005-01-24T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:18:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iknowthat sometimesthingscangetworse..&lt;br /&gt;butyouknowwhat?&lt;br /&gt;illbebackforyou.&lt;br /&gt;youthinkiwouldletthispass?&lt;br /&gt;youwinning?&lt;br /&gt;fuckyoutohell.&lt;br /&gt;iwillbebackforyou.&lt;br /&gt;iwillbeback.&lt;br /&gt;dontlaughyet.&lt;br /&gt;iwillbeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110655112497336129?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110655112497336129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110655112497336129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110655112497336129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110655112497336129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/iknowthat-sometimesthingscangetworse.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110640597041764534</id><published>2005-01-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:59:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all about trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110640597041764534?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110640597041764534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110640597041764534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110640597041764534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110640597041764534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-all-about-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110640569048522687</id><published>2005-01-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:54:50.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i should hate you for this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110640569048522687?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110640569048522687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110640569048522687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110640569048522687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110640569048522687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/maybe-i-should-hate-you-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110632881007849854</id><published>2005-01-22T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:33:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distance grows with every breath you take.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still miss your summer perfume.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110632881007849854?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110632881007849854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110632881007849854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110632881007849854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110632881007849854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/distance-grows-with-every-breath-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110632809030669692</id><published>2005-01-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:21:30.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hey lush.. have fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think that you know what you've been missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think that you know what you've been missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FORGET ME, IT'S THAT SIMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;FORGET ME, IT'S THAT SIMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FORGET ME, IT'S THAT SIMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FORGET ME, IT'S THAT SIMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forget me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110632809030669692?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110632809030669692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110632809030669692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110632809030669692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110632809030669692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-lush.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110632772429690141</id><published>2005-01-22T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:15:24.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the highlight comes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you kiss me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110632772429690141?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110619679023117196</id><published>2005-01-20T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:53:10.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;she fixes her &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;, they always look &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;perfect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;never a smudged line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;never too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i try on my blue shirt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;she told me she liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;she wonders what i'll wear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;she knows just what she'll wear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;she &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; wears BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;she snickers her&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; flip flops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;she started to panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;remember she asked you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;remember to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and everything will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110619679023117196?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110619679023117196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110619679023117196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110619679023117196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110619679023117196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/she-fixes-her-lips-they-always-look.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110619638488832901</id><published>2005-01-20T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:46:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just one last time, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can i call you my sweetheart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my bestfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why do all good things come to an end?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110619638488832901?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110619638488832901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110619638488832901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110619638488832901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110619638488832901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-one-last-time-can-i-call-you-my_20.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110615807103571189</id><published>2005-01-20T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T02:07:51.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Picture's on the wall just waiting there to fall&lt;br /&gt;still remind me that painful holiday, can almost hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please don't miss me too long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;could've sung a different song..&lt;br /&gt;you were my tune.&lt;br /&gt;Make my heart believe a want is not a need.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm all right without you.&lt;br /&gt;The days go by, the nights don't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars still spell out your name.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;The world has let me down, Is it you're just not around?&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my reason, all the memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every smile you gave me -  you can keep them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The days go by, the nights don't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The stars still spell out your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I will wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110615807103571189?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110615807103571189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110615807103571189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615807103571189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615807103571189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/pictures-on-wall-just-waiting-there-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110615746858155018</id><published>2005-01-20T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T02:18:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I think back on the times we've spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It makes me want to be with you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that's gone, and I don't know what to do without your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to learn how to go on without you.&lt;br /&gt;Alone I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind, and this is it.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that'll get by, unhappily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;All we've been through means no more to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never thought letting go would be so hard to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget about me, so what will make you see the saddest part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that throught it all you remained happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But although I'll try to make myself believe that in the end&lt;br /&gt;you'll be just out of my reach. In the back of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll find another reason for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to happen just once more, just one more time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to find it in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;We can make a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget about me, so what will make you see the saddest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is that throught it all you remained happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110615746858155018?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110615746858155018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110615746858155018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615746858155018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615746858155018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-i-think-back-on-times-weve-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110615379667672297</id><published>2005-01-20T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:56:36.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was good to hear your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but harder to hear you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;choke back tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you were okay with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that this experiment&lt;br /&gt;isin't going quite the way I planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say,"It's not enough for me&lt;br /&gt;to keep a tight grip on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;This line can give only so much slack,&lt;br /&gt;before you're hearing my dial tone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I agreed to give it time&lt;br /&gt;and I thought that this was helping at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But every minute away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just pushed me further away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seemes that this experiment&lt;br /&gt;isin't going quite the way I planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I promised the world to you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm halfway across the world&lt;br /&gt;from you. &lt;em&gt;It's not enough for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to live for me.&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110615379667672297?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110615379667672297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110615379667672297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615379667672297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615379667672297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-you-called-it-was-good-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110615707995486082</id><published>2005-01-20T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T01:51:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You say it's not going to work out&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to tell me nowIs there a difference in anything&lt;br /&gt;You've said and done.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just the way we've been pretending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do me a favour, don't even think of me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought it was over&lt;br /&gt;It had only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to let this tear me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's not my only reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not my only reason she said.&lt;br /&gt;You're a weakness to me..&lt;br /&gt;You should've sent me a note&lt;br /&gt;Or wrote me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish it was how we planned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will work out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said I hated you if only that was true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You should've said that he'd be happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110615707995486082?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110615707995486082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You keep insisting you're the one to blame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But why are you the only one in pain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They ask for so much morethen they deserve credit for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who needs them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's in a name, anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you leave them behind you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't let them find you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you choose to sever the ties,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;refuse to swallow their lines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it's not right for you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you've got the right to move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Move on, move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know they'll make you out to be the fool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you'll grin and bear it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll play it cool,because you're so cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Degrading, berating,they're so sadly mistaken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When they call it love, I'll call their bluff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just let me remind you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that I'll be behind you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've got to move on, move on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;move on for what you want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110615331186690830?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110615331186690830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110615331186690830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615331186690830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615331186690830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-keep-insisting-youre-one-to-blame.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110615250420591076</id><published>2005-01-20T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:35:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FOUR LETTER LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L-O-V-E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110615250420591076?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110615250420591076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110615250420591076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615250420591076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110615250420591076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/four-letter-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110567381245630198</id><published>2005-01-14T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:36:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while forever seems to take its time&lt;br /&gt;we're still standing here in line waiting for the sun to rise&lt;br /&gt;as she looks on she's so confused&lt;br /&gt;her heart is lonely broken and bruised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a closed circle with no more room for one more, screams "to hell with you"&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;did you ever stop to think a thief in the night has come to steal your loved ones?did you ever take the time to see the world around us is falling apart?&lt;br /&gt;eyes closed,we've all had our eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;our hands behind our back we run and hide&lt;br /&gt;from everything that moves&lt;br /&gt;from everything that might put out this little light of mine&lt;br /&gt;and did you ever take the time to see the world around us is falling apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110567381245630198?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110567381245630198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110567381245630198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110567381245630198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110567381245630198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/while-forever-seems-to-take-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110567170245815571</id><published>2005-01-14T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:01:42.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"sorry i'm just tired,"you said&lt;br /&gt;i made a scene and you replied&lt;br /&gt;"sorry that i'm tired, but can i just see you smile?"&lt;br /&gt;what was going through my head as we laid on the phone in our beds?&lt;br /&gt;you always felt like you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry you're tired&lt;br /&gt;coz i've been keeping you up half the night and bathing in your tears&lt;br /&gt;coz i've been oh so scared to lose you and holding on too tight&lt;br /&gt;while i've spoon-fed my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could love the way you do&lt;br /&gt;you forgive me in a heartbeat of this heart that beats for you&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow's a new day and i can't wait to prove myself to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll prove myself to you.&lt;br /&gt;i'll prove myself to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110567170245815571?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110567170245815571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110567170245815571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110567170245815571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110567170245815571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorry-im-just-tiredyou-said-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110567073495280599</id><published>2005-01-14T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:45:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bleeding misery. Oh, eternal discontent- how consistent. The only thing stable in my life is how I try...To still this beating mind, so that I can finally rest. The essence of my character is that I'm unable to be without worrying. The words of dead humans seem so much more sincere than the half-signed contracts that tend to occupy the open air. Still this beating mind, so that I can finally rest. The essence of my character is that I'm unable to be without worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110567073495280599?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110567073495280599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110567073495280599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110567073495280599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110567073495280599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-bleeding-misery.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110521373563190653</id><published>2005-01-09T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T03:48:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, it's me. it's good to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;but it's been too long, it's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've held you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;But the night is young and so is my heart when we walk together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's me. It's good to taste your lips. but it's been too long, been too long.&lt;br /&gt;But i still remember our night together. when you held me tight, like the night we said "goodbye". where we walked together. Well this is my one last chance to say&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you. in the story light. ya. so i'll take every second they give before we expire. ya- whoa-oa. we thought we'd last forever but all that faded away. forever and forever ended today. All my tomorrows and yesterdays. were burried in this mess i've made. for you you're my catalist. you've started the fire in my heart. now we're crossed the fog lines and its too late to stay. and i'm the only one left on this star. left on this star. and i'm the only one locked on this star. locked on this star. and i'm the only one. ya i'm the only one.And i'm home...and i'm home and i'm home and i'm ho-o-ome. yes i'm home yes i'm ho-o-o-ome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TRIP LANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110521373563190653?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110521373563190653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110521373563190653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110521373563190653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110521373563190653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110521076372829930</id><published>2005-01-09T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T02:59:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;These break-up songs make sense again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i really wish they didn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinatra's singing summer wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i'm thinking of the night we met.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just one last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can i hear you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You're my little boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never want you to go away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where are you? Please believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not hanging up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'til i hear you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I love you.I need you near."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just give me one last chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i'll never let you down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and what i wouldn't give&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to kiss your lips again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hold your hand next to my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And wake up with you in our apartment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just one last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can i call you my sweetheart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110521076372829930?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110521076372829930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110521076372829930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110521076372829930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110521076372829930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/these-break-up-songs-make-sense-again.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110512838874837846</id><published>2005-01-08T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T04:06:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pocket knife in my fist and dark thoughts in my mind, you are not blamed, though you left me behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shudder and wince, the hot blood taints the blade... it's been a long time since i last felt this cascade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the faces, they laugh, obscuring my grip, i've got white-knuckled fists and yet still i slip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is not setting, the light burns my eyes, the dark will caress as i howl morbid cries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the martyr has fallen, i died in your arms, enraptured by touch, i submit to your charms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plead with myself, "don't fall for this dream! you've been beaten almost to your death it would seem!" but when her eyes caught my heart, my pain's voice grew nigh, my tense, feverish hell was reduced to a sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death to this flesh! it's now cursed and abhored, i convulse from the recoil of feelings i've whored! as internal war wages, i'm drawn to embrace, and through the bars of my cage, i now can see lace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110512838874837846?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110512838874837846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110512838874837846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110512838874837846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110512838874837846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/pocket-knife-in-my-fist-and-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110512813071085047</id><published>2005-01-08T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T04:02:10.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Laughtrip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One random Tuesday about a year and half ago, I got an email from an unfamiliar address. After some thought I wearily clicked the 'Open' icon and up popped a rambling message in purple 14 point font. It was from her...my ex-girlfriend from sophomore year who I hadn't heard from in God knows how long. The following message is Ctrl C, Ctrl V'd directly from the original email except for the parenthetical comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Neen [her pet name for me--don't ask]. Remember me?! Been a long time. I have a boyfriend and I'm really in love with him he's perfect and the sex is great even though your penis is bigger than his. I love my job. I run my parents florist business [something she swore up in down she would NEVER EVER do] and I make salary and commission I'm buying a new beamer this spring I don't know what style or color though it's tough. So, you wanna meet for drinks in the city tonight. Catch up on old times. Ya know. Bye. Tammy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say No to a request so replete with possibilities? Naturally, I said Yes. I emailed her my phone number and she called immediately. The phone rang literally 30 seconds after I clicked 'send.' She tried to make small talk but I wasn't listening. I finally told her I was busy so we quickly set a time and a place for that evening and I hung up without a 'goodbye.' Nope, I'm not bitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe I agreed to see her. I hate this bitch. This is the whore who snuck away during the biggest party of the year while I was at the bar and fucked one of my fraternity brothers in his room. I know this because I caught them--what kind of idiot doesn't lock his door when he is pounding his frat brother's girlfriend. I also know this because he got her pregnant...that night! YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck her. Comeuppance is a bitch, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her at the bar across the street from my office at 6:30. I walked in, scanned the high-backed pub-style booths, and found her. Already drunk. Apparently, as she admitted to me later in the evening, she felt it necessary to dispatch a bottle of wine before getting on the BART train to come into the City. She ran-stumbled up and gave me a big hug and a poorly-aimed drunk kiss. I smiled and laughed and immediately ordered a double Vodka Tonic with a shot of tequila (if I am going to do this, I am going to do this as painlessly as possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks in hand, I guided her toward the empty booth from whence she came. Before she even sat her cheatin-ass down she launched into a chronicle of the previous 3 years of her life. It started and it JUST. DIDN'T. END. She was like Six from Blossom except with bigger breasts and better fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I met Jason at the pediatrician's office. He's a nurse there (insert joke here) and makes good money and helps a lot of people. He helped me through a tough time you know with the break-up with Brian (what you need to realize here is that there never was a relationship to break up. She haunted him like a shadow and he wanted nothing to do with her. I have a feeling "break up" really meant "Restraining order") and the eating disorder and the hysterectomy and he's great in bed even though his penis isn't as big as yours but that's okay because he respects me and he likes Brian a lot--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I had to break in...if for no other reason than just morbid curiosity. "Who cares if he likes Brian? You said you guys broke up, " I asked oh so foolishly. She retorts with a giggle, "No silly, Brian is my baby boy." Wait. WHAA?! Tequila shot number 1--GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up from the table without a word and reloaded. I brought her a Midori Sour and she chugged it . I shook my head in disbelief. For once in my life, I had nothing to say. After a couple seconds, she re-cocked her verbal hammer and resumed firing away. I let her talk for what seemed like an eternity before I pulled the tried-and-true watch check to arms-over-head yawn move. It worked like a charm...almost. She stopped mid-sentence and said in a loud whiny girlfriend voice, "Ohhhh, is my Neeny-Poo tired?" I slumped back against the booth a defeated man. I looked down dejectedly at my drinks, chugged them both, grabbed my coat and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward 4 hours to 11:00pm. I am at home, hammered, watching the Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings. I pick it up (STUPID!!) and it's her. She's even more smashed than when I left her. She wants me to come pick her up in the City. I told her she's on crack and that there was no way I would--or could--drive across the bridge to pick her up even if I wanted to. She asks if she can come over and hang out. I relent and say sure (STUPID!!). I gave her directions--Central Ave. exit, go to the top of the hill, make a right, pink house on the right across from the golf course--and hung up. Lo and behold, 45 minutes later the doorbell rings and I am yanked out of my semi-drunken slumber. It's her. She looks like a bag of awful. Disheveled, drunk, vulnerable. We sit down on the couch and she starts in again with the diarrhea of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so glad you let me come over I don't want to be alone tonight because I miss Jason so much he is so great we are in love and the sex is great even though his penis isn't as big as yours (for those of you keeping score at home, that was, in fact, her 3rd reference to the superiority of my package--issues, ya think?) he makes lots of money and buys me things and puts me first and tells his friends he's gonna marry me and his mom loves me and we have a kitty named Raskolnikov."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes ON and ON for another five minutes or so. The whole time she keeps lightly slapping my leg in that rambunctious/flirtatious sort of way. What she didn't quite realize was that she was periodically touching my package with her little love taps. Being the semi-drunk male I am, I started getting aroused. Eventually, I catch her noticing the bulge in my basketball shorts. She pretends not to notice and continues with her drunken diatribe. She's in the middle of yet another "I love Jason so much" soliloquy when out of nowhere she pulls up the leg of my basketball shorts and inhales my erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so taken aback I nearly failed to recognize how good it felt. She got after it like a junkyard dog. She even did that deep-throat pornstar head shake thing. It was amazing. It was so good I was ready to blow after like 90 seconds. By the time I gathered my wits about me, it was at the point where every part of my body was involved with the impending orgasm. I had no control over anything I said or did. I was about to absolutely uncork. She knew it too and immediately shifted her motormouth into 5th gear. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands for good measure because...well, why not...and, from the depths of the blackness that is my sub-conscience, uttered these six little words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Tammy, my little cum dumpster"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesus. I was paralyzed Christopher Reeve style. My body was frozen and my eyes got really big the way they get when you realize you may have just completely debased another human being with quite possibly the most offensive phrase she has ever heard. Fortunately, my Mike Utley paralysis is broken by my uncontrollable fits of hysterical laughter. Oh, did I not mention that when I clubbed her upside the head with the cum-dumpster stick, she choked on my load and squirted nearly all of it out her nose and mouth? It was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. I didn't know that could actually happen. I couldn't stop laughing. My stomach hurt so much I wanted to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy giggled at first too, at least until she burst into tears. Between waves of alligator tears, she kept saying "I don't do things like this," and "I love Jason so much," and "we're meant for each other," and "he respects and loves me." This from the conniving BITCH who cheated on me with MY frat brother, in MY frat house, at a party thrown by MY frat.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to soothe her but a) I couldn't stop laughing and b) I didn't care. Fuck her. Naturally, she got pissed and fled bawling from the house. She left her bag, her car keys, her shoes. I eventually passed out on the couch with my sad little limp dick hanging out of my hiked up basketball shorts and my leg hair matted down with man glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my roommates woke me up around 4:30 am when he got home from work. I'm sure he loved that sight. I started making my way to my bedroom when I realized Tammy left everything in the house. I went outside and her car was still there, but she was nowhere to be found. I shouted her name a few times and got no answer. I shrugged and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up for work that morning regular time (a miracle by itself) and showered away some of the hangover by drinking unhealthy amounts of shower water and doing my best Tracy Gold impression. With my motor skills still significantly impaired, I got dressed and stumbled bleary-eyed to my car across the street. I got up to the driver side door when, what do I see out of the corner of my eye, but Tammy. Asleep. Between the blocks of the white tees on the 13th hole. She looked like a corpse. I didn't know what to do. My first instinct was one of panic...so I got in the car and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard from her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110512813071085047?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110512813071085047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110512813071085047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110512813071085047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110512813071085047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/laughtrip.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110512737785170143</id><published>2005-01-08T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T03:49:37.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You may be the most popular and mature guy in the world with impeccable judgement. Still, you're not exempted from falling extremely in "love" with your girl that you momentarily forget your world and focus your life on HER and her alone. Forgetting your friends, giving all your time for her, lose track of school and miss out on gimmicks and parties, just for her.&lt;br /&gt;When that happens, don't beat yourself up over on it. Instead, pick yourself up and bounce back. There are just signs that you should know to step on the lovebreaks. I don't want you to end up like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you let your girl make all decisions for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- You know what's going to happen if you keep doing this? You'll end up watching chick flicks all the time and finding your pockets empty. Do you get me? :) Excercise your choosing powers too so you don't have to call your girlfriend just to ask what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you talk with/are with/text  your girl 24/7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- so much people think to call you kissing twins. Don't let it get to the point that the only way people can tell you two apart is to remember that you have a dick and she has a hole.  Guess what? You can live YOUR LIFE even in a relationship. DO NOT GIVE EVERYTHING. Leave time for yourself and think of yourself sometimes too. Martyrdom isn't really helpful nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;learning from fucking experience.. DO NOT LET HER GET THE BEST OF YOU. NOT TOO SERIOUS... haha. YOU'LL NEVER KNOW. She might be joining YFC to see all the cute guys there you know? Don't sleep on the "job". Know your rights. Excercise them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110512737785170143?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110512737785170143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110512737785170143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110512737785170143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110512737785170143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-may-be-most-popular-and-mature-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110504275977682641</id><published>2005-01-07T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T04:19:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>em ay ober yu? .. aym so conpyust..&lt;br /&gt;dis song syows it ol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that’s what you’ve been eyeing&lt;br /&gt;That i was thinking of buying this year&lt;br /&gt;We need to unpack decorations&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a mid summers celebration each year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it in a box under your bed&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything I ever said&lt;br /&gt;It’s that time of the year when, it’s that time of the year&lt;br /&gt;When You’re your happiest or saddest you’ve been all year&lt;br /&gt;I watch the seasons kill us&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything About This Christmas is Wrong&lt;br /&gt;Any gift you think I’ll like&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you back in my life this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a sleigh ride on the sand,&lt;br /&gt;Because you just let go of my hand this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas you’re gone Everything About This Christmas is Wrong ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110504275977682641?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110504275977682641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110504275977682641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110504275977682641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110504275977682641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/em-ay-ober-yu.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110492813051964005</id><published>2005-01-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:28:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOME SONGS I WROTE.. haha.. corny.&lt;br /&gt;DI GANON KA LALIM LYRICS UNLIKE THE OLD ONES IVE POSTED COZ I WROTE THEM IN A RUSH OUT OF SADNESS. HAHAHAHA&gt; CORNY AMPUTA. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never took the time to notice&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it this way&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have the time to argue&lt;br /&gt;But I got one more thing to say&lt;br /&gt;We're not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;You're a cheat and it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not that you don't care&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;But I'll pretend to like it when you lie to me&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just what I'll let you believe&lt;br /&gt;And if we waited here forever&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if these things would change?&lt;br /&gt;So many things you don't remember&lt;br /&gt;I thought you overheard me say&lt;br /&gt;We're not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that you don't care&lt;br /&gt;What will become of you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm no longer here?&lt;br /&gt;And I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;But I'll pretend to like it when you lie to me&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just what I'll let you believe&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sad that my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will be for good&lt;br /&gt;I guess you lied&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I lied too&lt;br /&gt;I lied too&lt;br /&gt;I lied too&lt;br /&gt;I lied too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine&lt;br /&gt;But can you fake it for one more day?&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm makingIs yours for taking&lt;br /&gt;Just get your things and go away&lt;br /&gt;Now you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm flipping through a magizine&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm mean&lt;br /&gt;And you try to avoid&lt;br /&gt;All the things that make you sad&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm glad that you took your sunshine away&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm making&lt;br /&gt;Is yours for taking&lt;br /&gt;Can you fake it for one more day?&lt;br /&gt;Now you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm flipping through a magizine&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm mean&lt;br /&gt;And you try to avoid&lt;br /&gt;All the things that make you sad&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm glad that you took your sunshine away...&lt;br /&gt;I got the lies to make it true&lt;br /&gt;I lack the patience to see it through&lt;br /&gt;I was a king and you were a fool&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to swap fluids with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thousand stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head it makes sense&lt;br /&gt;Now I have dropped my defense&lt;br /&gt;I hope you figure it out soon&lt;br /&gt;I can't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;The mess we're in this time&lt;br /&gt;Better off without me&lt;br /&gt;My gut have never failed me&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling to see your view&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with this game&lt;br /&gt;It always ends the same&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts to cry&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts cuz I belong beside you&lt;br /&gt;You think about the times&lt;br /&gt;The stars just won't align&lt;br /&gt;It never works cuz I belong beside you&lt;br /&gt;Breathing without thinking&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would stop talking&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna listen to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;The mess we're in this time&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a sure sign&lt;br /&gt;To help me make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope I figure it out soon&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again, a thousand stars align&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts to cry&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts cuz I belong beside you&lt;br /&gt;You think about the times&lt;br /&gt;The stars just won't align&lt;br /&gt;It never works cuz I belong beside you&lt;br /&gt;And I would die beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ears can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd smash every single star from the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I'd leave all my hopes and dreams behind&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it can't rain everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hear you when you say&lt;br /&gt;I'm long gone and you're too far away&lt;br /&gt;Who's The Fool Now?Who's The Fool Now?Who's The Fool Now?&lt;br /&gt;When you're good as gold&lt;br /&gt;When you're mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm the sun you say, yeah I'm too bright&lt;br /&gt;Well you can't bare the glare today&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;That way you will never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Faker Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to think that you're God's gift&lt;br /&gt;And so much better than me&lt;br /&gt;You think you've fooled us all&lt;br /&gt;But lately things aren't going your way&lt;br /&gt;Your lies are wearing thin and it's starting to show&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting half the stories that you have told&lt;br /&gt;I bet you thought you'd fooled us&lt;br /&gt;And that we'd never know&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker big faker&lt;br /&gt;You're out of luck you couldn't trick her&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia will destroy ya&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back or it'll get ya&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of everything&lt;br /&gt;That you just happen to see&lt;br /&gt;One girl just ain't enough for you&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't have her&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take us for a ride but we wouldn't go&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd get away with it but we both know&lt;br /&gt;I bet you thought you fooled us&lt;br /&gt;And that we'd never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110492813051964005?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110492813051964005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110492813051964005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110492813051964005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110492813051964005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-songs-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110492723060688365</id><published>2005-01-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:13:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry haven't been posting lately.. DSL IS FUCKING FUCKED UP AND I CANT GO ONLINE TO FUCKING RANT ABOUT MY FUCKING SAD LIFE. IVE HAD A LOT OF COMPOSITIONS AND IMA SHARE THEM WITH YOU WHEN I GET MY FUCKING INTERNET BACK. :) take care everyone. pramis kwento ko lahat next time.. im in a pc shop lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110492723060688365?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110492723060688365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110492723060688365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110492723060688365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110492723060688365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110373244576552710</id><published>2004-12-23T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:20:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry if i haven't posted in a while na. haha. just been busy with stuff. hmmm.. kahapon.. what ba? i went to the office, it sucked, then passed by adriatico before going home. got home at around 11 na yata. i talked to nikki till like 3 am? then slept na. had to wake up early eh. i asked her to wake me up at 8 kasi mantika ako matulog. nyahaha. thanks naman nagising ako on time.&lt;br /&gt;tapos yown.. got up, still sleepy, took a shower then went na. today was stressful. haha. i went to g4 around 4 pm to give the cds to ash liit mulawin boy. hahaha. we ate at food choices then we smoked at U. we had nothing more to do so we made ikot ikot nalang. i was home at around 7. aga noh. haha. i missed her so much, she was out all day kasi at divisoria, no fone pa naman. tapos she called me up sa landline like 10 pm telling me na she was goin to the hospital. hmmm.. yeah i still miss her. natuwa ako when she texted me around 12 (meaning she's home na). i was happy coz we haven't talked the whole day and i was lookin forward to talkin to her so badly. but she was busy pala wrappin gifts and stuff. so yun. okae lang. haha. =D i miss her so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is..&lt;br /&gt;did she miss me?&lt;br /&gt;parang hindi.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110373244576552710?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110373244576552710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110373244576552710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110373244576552710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110373244576552710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/sorry-if-i-havent-posted-in-while-na.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110373191682340400</id><published>2004-12-23T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:11:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ayan pics ng hun ko ..&lt;br /&gt;ang cuuute! ;)&lt;br /&gt;luv ya nix.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110373191682340400?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110373191682340400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110373191682340400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110373191682340400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110373191682340400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/ayan-pics-ng-hun-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110373147756108956</id><published>2004-12-23T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:04:37.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/2735/640/nikki%20KOW.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/2735/400/nikki%20KOW.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;i'd bleed for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110373147756108956?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110373147756108956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110373147756108956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110373147756108956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110373147756108956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110372113162381339</id><published>2004-12-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:12:11.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/2735/640/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/2735/400/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spill my heart for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;i'd bleed for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110372113162381339?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110372113162381339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110372113162381339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110372113162381339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110372113162381339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-spill-my-heart-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110330804932308168</id><published>2004-12-18T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T02:27:29.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels great to fall for someone after being in great sorrow for so long.&lt;br /&gt;i love you dominique jean garcia castro.&lt;br /&gt;ill post next time tamad na ko. hahha. :P&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110330804932308168?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110321640548666638</id><published>2004-12-17T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:00:05.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm too lazy to rant about my life today. i'll post something more worth reading next time. :P&lt;br /&gt;lalala. haha. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110321640548666638?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110321640548666638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110321640548666638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110321640548666638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110321640548666638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-too-lazy-to-rant-about-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110321564049354139</id><published>2004-12-17T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T00:47:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hands down, this is the best date i can ever remember, always remember the sound of the stereo, dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair, that you twirled in your fingers, and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late and this walk that we shared together, the streets were wet, and the gate was blocked so i jumped it, and let you in, you stood at your door, with your hands on my waist, and you kissed me like you meanted, and i knew, that you meanted, that you meanted..&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N O T !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELL.. DID YOU FUCKING MEAN IT ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potangina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110321564049354139?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110321564049354139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110321564049354139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110321564049354139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110321564049354139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/hands-down-this-is-best-date-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110305133511251500</id><published>2004-12-15T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T03:08:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a pilot and a bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tearing At The Night And The Pages That I've Written&lt;br /&gt;Steal Back Time For One More Day&lt;br /&gt;Filtering The Fragments Of An Artificial Promise&lt;br /&gt;That Shattered My Identity&lt;br /&gt;Recapturing The Wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Where's The Romance I Denied&lt;br /&gt;Pleading For A Proverb To Cure This Cancerous Mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll Break Away And Learn To Fly&lt;br /&gt;To Pilot Wounded Through The Night&lt;br /&gt;Cant Feel A Thing, Don't Have The Strength&lt;br /&gt;To Pull This Knife Out Of My Side&lt;br /&gt;Fighting For The Words To Portray The Clearest Picture&lt;br /&gt;Trading Diamonds To Convey&lt;br /&gt;Answers To The Questions Of Why They're Vanishing On Radar&lt;br /&gt;Since Dead Men See Suns Without Rays&lt;br /&gt;Complicating The Conviction That The Killer Lives Inside&lt;br /&gt;I've Taken Wounds From The Lies&lt;br /&gt;I Feel The Coldness In My Hands Feels Like The Knife That Pierced My Side&lt;br /&gt;Won't Allow This Bleeding Heart To Mend&lt;br /&gt;If It's True The Killer Lives Inside&lt;br /&gt;I Hope The Bleeding Never End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110305133511251500?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110305133511251500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110305133511251500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110305133511251500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110305133511251500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/pilot-and-bleeding-heart-tearing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110305102992864342</id><published>2004-12-15T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T03:14:14.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lahat tayo, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tinamaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ng mga kanta na to..&lt;br /&gt;these songs seep through everyone's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;a tribute to my beloved silverstein.&lt;br /&gt;making songs that everyone can relate to...&lt;br /&gt;making songs that remind everyone of the pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;panama&lt;/span&gt; para sa atin lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THESE HURT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone has left me here,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you came back down,&lt;br /&gt;You'd see it happening to you,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'd even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'll make it out.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;See the writing on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn your bridge and wear&lt;br /&gt;Your heart out on your sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;You know you won't fool me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You made all these promises,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You broke all these promises to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow your heart this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'll make it out.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;See the writing on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you mean all those things you said?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Said!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even when you said you'd never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing you letters you never read.&lt;br /&gt;(Read!)&lt;br /&gt;Waste my breath on paper!&lt;br /&gt;When you reflect do you&lt;br /&gt;Get that feeling like you used to?&lt;br /&gt;And every time you run away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've left,&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You did all these things I hated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Days of Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright light beams&lt;br /&gt;From her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;Or a broken heart,Who would have guessed?&lt;br /&gt;You'd leave me here.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my eyes I feel the tears,&lt;br /&gt;I hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't leave this way again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my legs Start to shake,&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I needed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(But you werent there!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't there for me this time.&lt;br /&gt;(I forgot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You that I loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That I needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You weren't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time!&lt;br /&gt;You!What can I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was supposed to love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?!&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave,What can I do?!&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to love you!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot feel you!&lt;br /&gt;Last breath I feel!&lt;br /&gt;Warm air intake!&lt;br /&gt;Last summer's day!&lt;br /&gt;Last one I take!&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave!&lt;br /&gt;Leave this way this way!&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Lost it all! All for you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the shadows beam!&lt;br /&gt;Misery remains!&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to make the light shine for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has left my sky.&lt;br /&gt;Velvet walls surround my sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;I've sacrificed my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on me,&lt;br /&gt;You're giving up on me&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on me,&lt;br /&gt;You're giving up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've laid myself to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;I know you've played out everything in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;throw it all away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A shattered memory that you would stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through thick and thin with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're giving up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And when you feel the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm wishing I could stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How can I say I love you back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You never made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You've laid yourself to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I never said this wouldn't hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You gave up everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I never said I'd give it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! (I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll never change! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I won't be good enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! (I know!)&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be around to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're giving up on me.&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110305102992864342?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110305102992864342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110305102992864342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110305102992864342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110305102992864342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/lahat-tayo-tinamaan-ng-mga-kanta-na-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110297033355097705</id><published>2004-12-14T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T04:38:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alone this holiday - THE USED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe light a candle&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a prayer for me&lt;br /&gt;Feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm gone I left you&lt;br /&gt;Make Christmas your own&lt;br /&gt;You throw the thought of us away&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alone this holiday&lt;br /&gt;Said, It's cold in this town&lt;br /&gt;And there's snow on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Far from home&lt;br /&gt;Not alone&lt;br /&gt;I left you with nothing&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110297033355097705?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110297033355097705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110297033355097705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110297033355097705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110297033355097705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/alone-this-holiday-used-maybe-light.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110291074973826066</id><published>2004-12-13T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T12:05:49.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in you.&lt;br /&gt;I am you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are words you should always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110291074973826066?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110291074973826066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110291074973826066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110291074973826066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110291074973826066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110270162416740061</id><published>2004-12-11T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T02:00:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda pissed off at life at this point. My dsl's not workin. It's fucked up to hell. I don't like how things are going right now. I might not post in a while, I won't be around that much. I might disappear for a while, MIGHT live at Cebu for a couple of months then go back here. I need to find myself, what I've done, what I am doing. It's not too late right? I'm still young.  I need to take a grasp of myself, nakakalimutan ko na kung ano ginagawa ko sa buhay ko...&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't suck that much people say, but yeah, I'm right. I need time to lay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time. :) thanks.&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110270162416740061?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110270162416740061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110270162416740061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110270162416740061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110270162416740061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/miserable.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110240611292948656</id><published>2004-12-07T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:55:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please tell me you're for real coz i don't want to bleed no more..&lt;br /&gt;please tell me you feel something coz what i feel is extacy..&lt;br /&gt;such a shame on you, you cast your spell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars are lined for you and i tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i need you in my life..&lt;br /&gt;the stars are lined for you and i tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i'll take that as a sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the world seemed crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;i saw you and you picked me up.  :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino kaya?? LOL. &gt;.&lt; hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110240611292948656?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110240611292948656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110240611292948656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110240611292948656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110240611292948656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/please-tell-me-youre-for-real-coz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110240546275218487</id><published>2004-12-07T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:44:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you hanging on for hope? The clock strikes past the hour. Is the pain enough to choke the life out? You may never get to sleep. Your time is not your time tonight. Her smile will make you weak and proud. Do you ever miss her? Do you feel the cold wind whisper? Is there anything more deafening? Are you hanging on for hope? It's all you've got worth living for. Is it much too much to cope the road out? There's a tension when we speak. The income's overrated but it's worth it when we meet on common ground. Do you ever cower when the clock strikes past the hour? It's all you got, it's all you got. I miss you more that you could know when I'm gone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110240546275218487?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110240546275218487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110240546275218487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110240546275218487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110240546275218487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/are-you-hanging-on-for-hope-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110240525809196328</id><published>2004-12-07T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:40:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what have you got to say for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3am and I'm not asleep. Countless nights on the couch and I can't say that everything you said was the truth. You &lt;strong&gt;stabbed me in the back&lt;/strong&gt; again, You walked right through my door and I'm not scared. I took these memories of you, Placed them in a box, scattered you and viewed...Isn't it easy to say the truth?Why can I begin to find words? They come with so much might. Isn't it easy to see what you have done to me?My words, they cannot explain what you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110240525809196328?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110240525809196328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110240525809196328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110240525809196328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110240525809196328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-what-have-you-got-to-say-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110234932422865689</id><published>2004-12-07T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:08:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FROM NOW ON, ALL THESE LYRICAL PIECES WILL NOT PERTAIN TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I JUST WRITE THEM COZ I FEEL LIKE WRITING THEM. NOTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE. NOT FOR ANY SPECIAL SOMEONE COZ I HAVE NO SPECIAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOMEONE .. Get the picture? @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY ARE JUST BASED ON MY LIFE,MY EXPERIENCES AND MOSTLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING I FEEL AND HAVE FELT. ONE MORE THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU LEFT COMMENTS. LOL. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret me, don't Forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep beneath your skin&lt;br /&gt;You know this feels so right to you&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, with him you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;What your getting yourself into&lt;br /&gt;Crawl under the sheets&lt;br /&gt;With an unfamiliar face&lt;br /&gt;It's getting back at me you want&lt;br /&gt;It's to kill my so called grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the tables have turned&lt;br /&gt;There's one seat left at mine and you're still choking on your word&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why you're still alone&lt;br /&gt;A body bruised and beaten blue and black&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why you sleep with the window open&lt;br /&gt;You do this to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limping to your car, you never thought it would end like this&lt;br /&gt;But your hero in his armor, wasn't playing with those fists&lt;br /&gt;so innocent and still, you lay against your truck's window&lt;br /&gt;Replaying what looks to me as karma, taking its last blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how, can you call yourself a lover?&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I love to hate, and how good it feels, to love to hate you&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why you're still alone&lt;br /&gt;A body bruised and beaten blue and black&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why you sleep with the window open&lt;br /&gt;You do this to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lies, buried beneath the truth&lt;br /&gt;Your lies, it's so hard to see through&lt;br /&gt;Your lies, buried beneath the truth&lt;br /&gt;Your lies, it's so hard to see through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret me, don't forget me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to remember&lt;br /&gt;Regret me, don't forget me&lt;br /&gt;The last chance you'll have to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110234932422865689?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110234932422865689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110234932422865689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110234932422865689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110234932422865689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/from-now-on-all-these-lyrical-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110234881055423647</id><published>2004-12-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:00:10.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ice cream with the enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it. I'm catching all your drifts. They're blowing eastward, through my door and out my window. Originate in mouth. In innuendos. Every word is meant to hurt. Meant to feel like war. I've had enough. All's fair only when the weather is. The air is right for shooting down my best intentions, but all the good is done. We'll never mention. Just like the worst. Just like the worst. Hot tounges &amp; poor little lungs are burnt to a crisp from fire that we spit. No wins with sharp bloody pins that we've hired and fired at will. They're sticking in my skin. I've had enough. Allies are worthless in this shit-faced fucking thatI fear has grown to pity me for the damage done and you for the healing. When neither side has meant to hurt. now when I get lost. I follow the blood trail home to my disgust and think of all the wrong things I could be doing...and all the goodtimes we did ruin. "Hey, I wouldn't worry about it man. Do what you can try not to hide." "Hey, I wouldn't worry about it man. Do what you can to feel alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110234881055423647?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110234881055423647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110234881055423647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110234881055423647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110234881055423647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/ice-cream-with-enemy-face-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110232428009961464</id><published>2004-12-06T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:11:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i put up a lot of new stuff, the icons and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there's a new feature din, yung comments ekek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=)) i need your comments. thanks. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110232428009961464?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110232428009961464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110232428009961464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110232428009961464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110232428009961464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-put-up-lot-of-new-stuff-icons-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110231589930020465</id><published>2004-12-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:51:39.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;constants aren't so constant anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you be my valentine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110231589930020465?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110231589930020465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110231589930020465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110231589930020465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110231589930020465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/constants-arent-so-constant-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110226877904126525</id><published>2004-12-06T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:56:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... and the radio played the hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;. I slept at like 6 am na. I'm sleepy na nga eh pero one more post before I sleep. My mom woke me up at around 1 pm coz we had to go to the &lt;strong&gt;REHAB. &lt;/strong&gt;We visited my cousin who was impounded there 2 months ago. She's doing fine naman, looking good. Yeah. Astig ung rehab, it's not like other rehabilitation areas, hindi sha mababoy na madumi. It seemed so peaceful and parang hindi ganon kadami ung rehabees nila. There was this guy who I know who i saw there, si rex. wahahaha. tarantado un, kaya pala di ko na nakikita coz he was put there. I learned &lt;strong&gt;a lot &lt;/strong&gt;in my rehab trip today. Every good deed you do there will be BROADCASTED to everyone. Parang Ego booster. Perfectionist din don, isang mali mo lang, may papa suot sila sayong &lt;strong&gt;parang temporary ID &lt;/strong&gt;na super&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BIG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kunwari, di ka kumain.. lalagay don.. "&lt;strong&gt;non eating human&lt;/strong&gt;" .. labo noh? every thing don may time.. yong cousin ko is like walang alam sa buhay like me. We even don't know how to wash the dishes and stuff. Pero don, she learned. may house chores nga eh. astig. &lt;strong&gt;matutuo ka talaga sa buhay. &lt;/strong&gt;pero&lt;strong&gt; hassle&lt;/strong&gt; sha sobra&lt;strong&gt;. MY MOM IS THINKING OF PUTTING ME THERE KAHIT HINDI AKO ADDICT AMPOTAH. para daw matuto sa buhay. (DUHHH!?) ..&lt;/strong&gt; hay nako.. nakaka &lt;strong&gt;bad vibes. &lt;/strong&gt;hmm&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt; and there's one more thing before I finish this post...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AS OF 3 PM TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY OVER HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEARD THAT? --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY OVER HER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REJOICE. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FEEL &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NOTHING FOR HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NA. TOTALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110226877904126525?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110226877904126525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110226877904126525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110226877904126525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110226877904126525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110219042047470854</id><published>2004-12-05T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T04:00:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, i added some stuff to my blogggg. :)&lt;br /&gt;i ate baked mussels and twin shopaos with raisins for dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;wuuuuuuah.&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i have 2 chikininis, tanigna pano ko tatago to. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110219042047470854?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110219042047470854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110219042047470854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219042047470854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219042047470854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/haha-i-added-some-stuff-to-my-blogggg.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110219173293942689</id><published>2004-12-05T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:49:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you said that you'd never let them die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing right, what could i have done tonight, to make everything feel so wrong? Another night gone by, another dream gone to the sky, i cant see your big brown eyes through mine anymore. Remember those flowers i picked for you from your best friends backyard? You said you'd never let them die. And like a rose, love has thorns, thorns that pierce my soul, she said she'd never let us die. Just one thing that you should know, this time ill let you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110219173293942689?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110219173293942689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110219173293942689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219173293942689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219173293942689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-said-that-youd-never-let-them-die.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110219184047025507</id><published>2004-12-05T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:51:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll let you go. i'll let you go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110219184047025507?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110219184047025507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110219184047025507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219184047025507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219184047025507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/ill-let-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110219140227278419</id><published>2004-12-05T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:54:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun has set, the leaves are falling, the air is cold and my mind is sinking into a state in which I dream... of you. if tonight is the last night I'll see you, then tonight I will be yours, everyday after that in the night, I will dream that I'm with you, and promise I'll never let you go... never let you go. weeks have gone by, since I have kissed you, I long to hold you firm in my arms, and whisper the three most sacred words in the world...your mystery casts a spell on me, I'm a prisoner of want and need, I cross the distance, to feel your touch and grace. as you walk away and I wonder...will I see you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110219140227278419?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110219140227278419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110219140227278419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219140227278419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219140227278419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/never-say.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110219160433237818</id><published>2004-12-05T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T04:20:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey how is your time spent? Do you recall the night we met? .....She stood in an open field, but soon she'll burn away. You know that i wish i could stop, but i'm lying on the floor now. the room is spinning as you walk outside my door. Do you think that i could feel this way , in a million years if you weren't here with me tonight? and what would you think if i said i'd love you always? burn mine this time. If you say that you love me then why would you let yoursef be passed around? I'll hold you in tight and never let you out, its just you and me tonight. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110219160433237818?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110219160433237818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110219160433237818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219160433237818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110219160433237818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey-how-is-your-time-spent-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110211459048228194</id><published>2004-12-03T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T06:56:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're both tired.. let's just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down here we're caught under the waste of our dilutions that fell among the quake. help me try to understand the great diversion that came and tore us down. lean onto me, lean into you. comfort i once knew slowly disappears. reverberate, shaking at the core. holding up your own by letting go our grasp. don't say a thing, don't move a word. shallow like your breath you hold while you're under these lights that bury you. we claw and mark like animals, they show the scars we hide too well. notice you're awake dreaming while you walk. halls we create are closing in on us. you're tired so let's turn the lights out. you're tired so let's shut it off. it's time to count all the victims that were caught in our last explosion. we are the couple called suicide. we are the red cross white flag. you're tired so let's turn the lights out, you're tired so let's shut it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: im sleepy - it's always been you. :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110211459048228194?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110211459048228194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110211459048228194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110211459048228194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110211459048228194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/were-both-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110211438984562729</id><published>2004-12-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T07:05:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if she could just do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You needed more than I could give&lt;br /&gt;And I gave you all that I could spare&lt;br /&gt;Youve taken everything that Im worth&lt;br /&gt;You made me question all I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wont remember, why you came in the first place&lt;br /&gt;You can try to forget her, but she came anyway&lt;br /&gt;Cant understand her, so you cant make it better&lt;br /&gt;You should try to forget her, if she could do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting all I cannot change&lt;br /&gt;I cant conceive my own complaints&lt;br /&gt;I swear my voice has not been heard&lt;br /&gt;But I led her into my dark world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110211438984562729?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110211438984562729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110211438984562729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110211438984562729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110211438984562729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-she-could-just-do-same-you-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110179590480039426</id><published>2004-12-01T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:25:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i failed her first impression = c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best side was your worst invention.. i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;i checked her friendster today though i was sure i didn't want to coz i missed her so bad kaya ko lang tiningnan. haaaaaaay. this is a sucky day. my dsl's not working as it is supposed to kaya i can't go online. waaaaaaaah. server's down again. for the nth time. i downloaded armageddon because of fucking boredom. nothing seems important anymore right? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, just say it.&lt;br /&gt;you hate me like a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY !?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY ?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY !??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY ?!!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY !!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY !????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck  it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110179590480039426?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110179590480039426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110179590480039426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110179590480039426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110179590480039426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-failed-her-first-impression-c-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110179611163948526</id><published>2004-11-30T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:28:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lush.. i miss you lush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sick of writing EVERY SONG about YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;ABOUT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110179611163948526?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110179611163948526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110179611163948526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110179611163948526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110179611163948526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/lush.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110168718056424075</id><published>2004-11-30T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T08:13:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we kept it safe and slow..&lt;br /&gt;the quiet things that no one ever knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110168718056424075?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110168718056424075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110168718056424075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110168718056424075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110168718056424075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/we-kept-it-safe-and-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110168745170505690</id><published>2004-11-29T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T08:17:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anything for one more phone call&lt;br /&gt;the silence brings the vain&lt;br /&gt;black lines in my bedroom battlefield&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like fatal grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110168745170505690?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110168745170505690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110168745170505690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110168745170505690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110168745170505690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/anything-for-one-more-phone-call.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110166126385082942</id><published>2004-11-29T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T01:01:03.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a snake sniffs into broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i saw the hottest girl ever(next to kristin kreuk of course) today! at market market! woooohoooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;the girl who played carla grasa in the ponds commercial owmaygad... taena.. mangarap ka! wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;whoooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;owmaygad.owmaygad.owmaygad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110166126385082942?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110166126385082942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110166126385082942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110166126385082942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110166126385082942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/snake-sniffs-into-broken-hearts-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110165690886830658</id><published>2004-11-28T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:48:28.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I will watch her walk by&lt;br /&gt;and I know what she's thinking inside&lt;br /&gt;So I won't try to catch her attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she can only watch the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'll dress the part of the one that loses now&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise after all&lt;br /&gt;Hey? Its much easier on her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to give but she'll give no chances&lt;br /&gt;So nothing romantic will ever take&lt;br /&gt;and your courtesy smile is so fake&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just watch her look away&lt;br /&gt;When I can only watch the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She'll dress the part of the one that refuses now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise after all&lt;br /&gt;she is oh so perfect inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to give but they'll give no chances&lt;br /&gt;Just let her destroy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110165690886830658?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110165690886830658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110165690886830658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110165690886830658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110165690886830658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-i-will-watch-her-walk-by-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110165610810861018</id><published>2004-11-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:35:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spilled milk on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harhar. there's this one hot chick on friendster i adore wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i keep on checking her page for new pics. lol. parang gago amputa.  hahaha. anyway.. i started my day pretty early like 10 am coz i had to go to church though i got home from common ground at around 4 am na. halos wala kong tulog noh! and my head hurts. arrr. tomorrow is shopping day for me. we're goin to greenhills. ima shop my heart out again. wooo! yey! i have a new discovery.. a new "god" band. this providence.. wow. galing. the chorus strikes me so much. it's so catchy. sticks to your head haha. paulit ulit na nga sa player ko eh. "we''ll do all the things we dreamed of.. if you let your heart go.." .. o diba? astig! hahaha. mmmmmmm... un.. it's so damn boring, and i miss my friends.. i miss my friends so much.. tangina, nakakabato dito. another good line from my new favorite song.. panama to pare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I used to be your everything?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've tried to let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I can't move on&lt;br /&gt;I cant move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do now will affect what comes next&lt;br /&gt;And this life that I lead will be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be all that you dream and I'll die trying to be&lt;br /&gt;i'll die trying to be.. all that you dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110165610810861018?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110165610810861018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110165610810861018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110165610810861018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110165610810861018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-spilled-milk-on-my-heart-harhar.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110163022915431360</id><published>2004-11-28T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:23:49.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prolly my favorite song as of the moment..&lt;br /&gt;i love the lyrics.. ganda! @_@&lt;br /&gt;nakaka inspire na gumawa pa ng poems at songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL OUT BOY - CALM BEFORE THE STORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat outside my front window...this story's going somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;"He's well hung," and I am hanging up.&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a song on the radio that says:&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get this party started."&lt;br /&gt;So let's get this party started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do on your own time's just fine.&lt;br /&gt;My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.&lt;br /&gt;What meant the world imploaded faded and demoted&lt;br /&gt;All my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."&lt;br /&gt;Dead and gone. Dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;A reception less than warm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time the phone can ring my neck it gets no answer&lt;br /&gt;and of the time that I've spent telling it my roots&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking in my boots&lt;br /&gt;But still it looks at me like an old friend I've betrayed&lt;br /&gt;the darkside of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do on your own time's just fine.&lt;br /&gt;My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.&lt;br /&gt;What meant the world imploded,&lt;br /&gt;inflated then demoted all my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance.You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."&lt;br /&gt;Dead and gone. Dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.A reception less than warm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110163022915431360?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110163022915431360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110163022915431360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110163022915431360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110163022915431360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/prolly-my-favorite-song-as-of-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110162986434962222</id><published>2004-11-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:17:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>say it like you mean it.. please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk on eggshells for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as fragile as you think.&lt;br /&gt;Stop making your words fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why say "I don't know" When you actually do?&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you really mean&lt;br /&gt;Really mean..&lt;br /&gt;When we're alone&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you tell the truth?&lt;br /&gt;When we're alone, you know what you should do&lt;br /&gt;Avoid reality.&lt;br /&gt;As you dig yourself a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses are pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Why say "I apologize" When you don't regret a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you really mean..&lt;br /&gt;Really mean..&lt;br /&gt;You say these words: why should I put up with lies?&lt;br /&gt;You say these words when you know that they are untrue&lt;br /&gt;Mean what you say cuz no one will take the blame&lt;br /&gt;Mean those words,&lt;br /&gt; the responsibility's yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110162986434962222?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110162986434962222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>funerals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever realize why there are no stars in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Because they're on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;The air is brown.&lt;br /&gt;We're trapped in this town.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go -- I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I drag myself through the debris.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt more alone than on this starry road.&lt;br /&gt;The air is warm but I feel grey.&lt;br /&gt;The chill of dawn on a funeral day.&lt;br /&gt;I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay.&lt;br /&gt;Imagination in a chokehold, I've been steamrolled by gold records.&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors are watching over me, under lock and key.&lt;br /&gt;Chalk my outline;&lt;br /&gt;they'd talk of this if I'd died from a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;They've taken art, turned it to something they think we'll buy.&lt;br /&gt;My blood is their liquid vitamin.&lt;br /&gt;Their madness festers under their skin.&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so alone in my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so alone in my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110162969063693688?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110162969063693688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110162969063693688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110162969063693688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169914/posts/default/110162969063693688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/2004/11/funerals-did-you-ever-realize-why.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110162929837034933</id><published>2004-11-28T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:08:18.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pawn shop promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trading 17 years for 17 minutes - following the trends.&lt;br /&gt;Clinging with empty fists your falling in it - this cycle never ends.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to not want this yet living out tomorrows regret.&lt;br /&gt;Regretting to not forget the stuff that comes with it&lt;br /&gt;but you're feeling so special I bet.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so proud that you took.&lt;br /&gt;Away this gift from the one she'll truely care for?&lt;br /&gt;How do you testify on giving up the one thing you had to lose.&lt;br /&gt;How would you rest if I said I want to trade it all and be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;How would you rest if I testified on you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, don't give in, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, don't give in, be strong.&lt;br /&gt;This is one more chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110162929837034933?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110162929837034933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169914&amp;postID=110162929837034933' title='0 Comments'/><link 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hear you speak&lt;br /&gt;and holding on to what you said&lt;br /&gt;last time here with me&lt;br /&gt;i remember listening to pass&lt;br /&gt;in carson our backs starin at the stars&lt;br /&gt;i survive by these memories&lt;br /&gt;these memories of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll press my face against the pane&lt;br /&gt;of the window as i watch you drive away&lt;br /&gt;the glass is still stained in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;where you wrote "i love you" with your lipstick&lt;br /&gt;and once again i'm left here fighting tears away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting tears away..&lt;br /&gt;fighting tears away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110162908438532126?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110162908438532126/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169914.post-110156885590583118</id><published>2004-11-28T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T23:20:55.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walang sabit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i was poking my cousin's all day while singing walang sabit by sandara.. allahoo! wahahaha.. finally i think i wanna get on with my life and stop whining and thinking about the past. i think i wanna start over and forget, not necessarily regret everything that hapenned, and that i met her. i still love her so much though but that won't be good enough. i need to start over.. and starting over isn't really easy right? .. cmon, let's face it. mahirap talaga kalimutan pero kailangan. and if i don't start now, when? do i have to torture my heart more?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so. it's time to grow.. again. owell. i've said this tons of times before and hindi talaga natutuloy. hope it'll finally work out now that jen's here. i wish. she'd stay. not like her. ... i'm becoming dramatic again. hay. this is prolly the last time i'll talk bout her.. sana. hopefully. whaha. makalimutan ko na sana sya. masaya na naman sya eh. mukhang. i guess it's better to leave her at that. that's what i wanted for her ever since naman eh. now she's got it, i guess i just have to be happy for her. though i miss her, blah.. tama na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169914-110156885590583118?l=athousandromances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athousandromances.blogspot.com/feeds/110156885590583118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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