<?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-9985678</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:15:36.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts, my emotions, my feelings, my beleifs, my every thing, my world, my insanity...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-112148776172892508</id><published>2005-07-16T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:22:41.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anything for you..</title><content type='html'>Anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Though youre not here&lt;br /&gt;Since you said were through&lt;br /&gt;It seems like years&lt;br /&gt;Time keeps draggin on and on&lt;br /&gt;And forevers been and gone&lt;br /&gt;Still I cant figure what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id still do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Ill play your game&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me through and through&lt;br /&gt;But you can have your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretend each time I see you&lt;br /&gt;That I dont care and I dont need you&lt;br /&gt;And though youll never see me cryin&lt;br /&gt;You know inside I feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;And Id do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;In spite of it all&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned so much from you&lt;br /&gt;You made me strong&lt;br /&gt;But dont you ever think that I dont love you&lt;br /&gt;That for one minute I forgot you&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes things dont work out right&lt;br /&gt;And you just have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find somone to please you&lt;br /&gt;Somone wholl care and never leave you&lt;br /&gt;But if that someone ever hurts you&lt;br /&gt;You just might need a friend to turn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Id do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Ill give you up&lt;br /&gt;If thats what I should do&lt;br /&gt;To make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretend each time I see you&lt;br /&gt;That I dont care and I dont need you&lt;br /&gt;And though inside I feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;You know youll never see me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you ever think that I dont love you&lt;br /&gt;That for one minute I forgot you&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes things dont work out right&lt;br /&gt;And you just have to say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-112148776172892508?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/112148776172892508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=112148776172892508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/112148776172892508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/112148776172892508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/07/anything-for-you.html' title='anything for you..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-112126667541944139</id><published>2005-07-13T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T07:57:55.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;we shouldnt let the moment pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;life's too short,&lt;br /&gt;we shouldnt wait for the water to run dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it&lt;br /&gt;cause we only have one shot at destiny.&lt;br /&gt;all im asking&lt;br /&gt;could it possibly be you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd still go, I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;would you give me something just to hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;and if you'll stay, i'll hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;cause im truly, madly, crazy in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has come&lt;br /&gt;for us to go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;God forbid&lt;br /&gt;but my mind is going crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold,&lt;br /&gt;feel so numb.&lt;br /&gt;Im having nightmares but I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;help me Lord,&lt;br /&gt;fight this lonliness,&lt;br /&gt;take this pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So if you'd still go, I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;would you give me something just to hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;and if you'll stay, i'll hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;cause im truly, madly, crazy in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hoping you would come back home.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care how long, but I'm willing to wait,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm truly, madly, crazy in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-112126667541944139?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/112126667541944139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=112126667541944139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/112126667541944139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/112126667541944139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/07/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111970860842075343</id><published>2005-06-25T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:10:08.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers Darlin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you and your lover boy&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I got years to wait around for you&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I've got your wedding bells in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;You give me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I die when you mention his name&lt;br /&gt;And I lied, I should have kissed you&lt;br /&gt;When we were running the reins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I darlin'?&lt;br /&gt;A whisper in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;A piece of your cake?&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin?&lt;br /&gt;The boy you can fear?&lt;br /&gt;Or your biggest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you and your lover man&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I just hang around and eat from a can&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I got a ribbon of green on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I got a beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;To sit not very far from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die when he comes around&lt;br /&gt;To take you home&lt;br /&gt;I'm too shy&lt;br /&gt;I should have kissed you when we were alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What am I darlin'?&lt;br /&gt;A whisper in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;A piece of your cake?&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin?&lt;br /&gt;The boy you can fear?&lt;br /&gt;Or your biggest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what am I? What am I darlin'?&lt;br /&gt;I got years to wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111970860842075343?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111970860842075343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111970860842075343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111970860842075343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111970860842075343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/cheers-darlin.html' title='Cheers Darlin&apos;'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111927034403160879</id><published>2005-06-20T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T05:43:43.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Inside..</title><content type='html'>If ever you wonder about the man in your life... you amy want to look inside. Look inside to see a different side of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside, realize that he can and does feel for you something different, something special. He wakes up in the morning and you're the first think on his mind. If he could call you right then and there, he would. When he sees you, his heart leaps. Not just the first time, not just when you're 'alone', but every time. Every time he meets you, it's as if his whole world has been renewed. It doesnt matter if its raining, or sunny, pleasant or dreary. You amke the rain tender, the sun warmer, a dreary day funny, and a pleasant day perfect. Without you, his days would have no meaning. Of course, you say, "but there could be another..." He says, "there isnt another. you are the only one..." He brings you flowers, he writes you poems, he gives you the sweetest things. Not so you'll like him more, or so you'll give him a kiss, but because he simply loves to make you happy. To see that smile on your face. Though you never know it, it takes him a long time to get the courage to tell his feelings to you. Yes, he was nervous... scared. All guys are. While they try to seem tough and insensitive, deep down, asking a girl out is the hardest thing in the world. And it's only that hard because of you. You just had to be so perfect, so beautiful that his fear of rejection became overwhelming. And the day you know about it and says you're okay about it was the best day of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside, sometimes you find something that you weren't looking for. Though he won't admit it, he'd rather much cuddle you in front of the TV for an evening than to go out with the guys (well, most of the time). When you hold his hand, when he holds yours, it's the best feeling in the world. And when he sees you hurt or crying, it's ripping his heart in two. Deep down, he's a romantic. He'd love to sing you songs, but he's just shy coz he just doesnt have the voice. He'd love to take you on a moonlit walk down the beach, but has to settle for a stroll anywhere. He wishes he could bring you your favorite flowers everyday but his wallet just won't let him. Making you happy is his main goal in life. Some would say that a guy like this is not a man. He is too sensitive, too weal. But I say, for all the reasons given here, that these things are precisely what makes him a man. And you existence alone has already completed his life. You are not aware of it, but he cherishes each and every moment with you as if it could be his last. Because deep down, he is afraid that you may just decide to leave. And that is his biggest fear. And if you did leave, this man would cry. Each second with you completes him. Wheter you are walking together somewhere, cuddling on a chair, sharing an ice cream cone, or simply talking, even on the phone. No matter what it is you are doing, it makes him completely happy just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside. It is often surprising. The little things are what he cherishes most. When he gets to brush your hair, when you accidentally (or perhaps on purpose) brush fingertips. When you call unexpectedly just to say "hi". All the simplest things. Simply being there. He would, if given the chance, die for you. This may seem ridiculous but he would gladly give up anything and all for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look inside. And you may find something worth holding on to. Now, just look around... because this guy is out there. Right now, at this very second, he is thinking of you. You may not or may not know who he is. He may be you boyfriend, you best 'guy friend', or he could be someone you've never met. All the same, someday all he'll want to do is to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside, Ive loved and been loved. I've hutn and been hurt. This is life. But beleive me, true love still exists. All you have to do is look for it. I know I do... each and everyday...and to that girl I have not yet found, (I know I already found her) simply--- I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Look inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl that I know I will love until forever...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope one day that we'll end up together. I pray that our paths may cross once again and when that day comes, we'll never have to part again. Right now, I will just have to wait and see. It hurts to be away from her and hoping is not as easy at it is said. It is really difficult to have to hang on to uncertainty, when every time the phone rings, someone rings the doorbell, someone sends me a text message on my mobile, or an e-mail, I'd wish it was her. I wish so badly for it to be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts that when the time came that I finally found the person I'd want to spend my life with, she lets go of what we have. I've never felt this degree of wanting someone so bad that you see a life with her and that you cannot imagine yourself with anyone else anymore. I didnt want anything else. I wanted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I am still young and would meet more people in the future, I know that it is her I want, I need, I love. It wouldve been easier to let what happened pass if she didnt mean anything to me or if love wasnt something that I strongly felt for her. But she was my world, she was my everything. That is why it isnt easy. It isnt easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sit here unable to move and simply hanging on to a hope that is quite unsure. Until my prayers are answeered, my heart would be an empty vessel because one rainy Wednesday evening, I lost the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111927034403160879?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111927034403160879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111927034403160879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111927034403160879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111927034403160879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-inside.html' title='Look Inside..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111919115753766300</id><published>2005-06-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:25:57.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From this world of tears you will depart one day,&lt;br /&gt;And the melody of your voice will no more be here.&lt;br /&gt;The crimson beams of joy will fade, and will stay&lt;br /&gt;A chorus of painful moans that will never disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glitter of your eyes in the bluest of the oceans&lt;br /&gt;Was my happiness and my hope in all my smiles.&lt;br /&gt;And your pale hands, shaking from emotion&lt;br /&gt;Kept me away from grief, from pain and from cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happiness is limited, as it is going to fade,&lt;br /&gt;It will smile a farewell to me on our last day.&lt;br /&gt;And with the last twinkle which turns into a shade,&lt;br /&gt;You, my only love, with it will go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to tell you, I loved you so much!&lt;br /&gt;I loved your pale face which for me used to shine.&lt;br /&gt;I will remember your soft hands which never with mine will clutch&lt;br /&gt;And thos beautiful blue eyes which never will be mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111919115753766300?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111919115753766300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111919115753766300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111919115753766300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111919115753766300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111919085171980312</id><published>2005-06-19T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:20:51.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing friends...</title><content type='html'>There was a girl who loved two guys at the same time but she didnt know which one she loved more. Someone taight her. Ask yourself this question and answer it honestly: "when you are happy, which guy would you want to share your happiness with?" The one you think of is someone you love. Ask yourself another question and answer it honestly: "When you are sad, which guy you would you want to share your burden with?" The one you think of is also someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think of the same guy when you are happy and sad, that's the most perfect. But if you dont think of the same guy, I would advuse you to choose the one you are willing to share you sadness with. In life, there are more sorrows than happiness. There are too many people whom you can share your happiness with, not necessarily your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live your life happily, you can also enjoy it alone. In sadness, however, there are not many people willing to share your burden with you. If you are willing to tell someone your happiness, I am sure that person has got to be someone close and an understanding person to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it shouldnt stop there. If that person only thinks of you when he is happy, but looks for someone else when he is sad, this lover is too unstable, he doesnt treat you as someone she can spend the rest of his life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I will be very happy if I am the first person to share her happiness. But, if she is sad, I will be too willing to stay by her side and ease her pain. Only then will I believe that I hold a very important position in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are sad, who comes to your mind first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a strange thing. We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives... things we dont even share with the families who raised us. But what is a friend? A confidant? A shoulder to cry on? An ear to listen? A heart to feel? A friend is all these... and more. No matter where we met, no matter how long we've been together... I call you friend. A word so small, yet so large in feeling, a word filled with emotion, a word with overflowing love. Truly great things come in smalle packages. Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed. It is a constant book always waiting... waiting to be read... and enjoyed. We may have our disagreements... we may have our appointments... we may argue... we may have concern for each other... friendship is a unique bond that lasts through all tribulations. A part of each of us goes into our friendships... our humor... our experiences... our tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who comes first into your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you saw me when I was invisible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111919085171980312?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111919085171980312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111919085171980312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111919085171980312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111919085171980312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/choosing-friends.html' title='Choosing friends...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111918999008853032</id><published>2005-06-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:06:30.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahal mo nga ba siya?</title><content type='html'>Mahal mo nga ba siya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang karaniwang tanong sayo ng mga kamag-anak at kaibigan mo.. Pero higit sa lahat, ikaw lamang ang tanging nakaka-alam sa iyong damdamin.. Sa bawat tanong ay may kaukulang sagot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo nga ba siya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo!! Sa dalawang titik na ito ay parang napaka daling bigkasin.. Sa bawat kilos o galaw maaring ikaw ay magkamali at siya'y iyong masaktan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo nga ba siya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagmamahal ay isang bahagi ng iyong pagtitiwala sa iyong sarili at hindi pagtitiwala sa kahit sinuman.. Maaaring gusto mong salungatin ang aking sinabi pero iyon ang tunay na pag mamahal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo nga ba siya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng gustong mag mahal, huwag niyong unahin isipin kung ano ang inyong makukuha sa taong gusto niyong mahalin.. Isipin niyo kung ano ang pwede niyong maibigay, maitutulong at higit sa lahat ay kung anong klaseng pagtrato ang kaya niyong ipakita sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeto.. Ito ang tanging pundasyon patungo sa tamang pagturing sa kanyang pagkatao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagtitiwala, upang kayo ay maging bukas sa bawat isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makinig sa bawat kuwento at salita na galing sa taong minamahal mo, ito'y iyong pakinggan at baka bukas di mo na muling marinig ang kanyang tinig..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo nga ba siya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo matanggap na wala na ang taong iyong minamahal.. Galit ka sa kanya! Ngunit ang katotohanan na ikaw ay puno ng pag sisi na siya ay iyong hinayaan mawala.. Pero ano ang gagawin mo? Wala na siya! Mag sisi ka man ay hindi mo na maibabalik ang mga bagay na inyong nasimulan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit man isipin na ikaw ay naging maramot sa pag bibigay sa taong iyong minahal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE MAIN OBJECTIVE OF LOVE IS TO MAKE YOUR PARTNER HAPPY IN EVERYWAY YOU CAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Napaka sarap ng pakiramdam kung sa bawat yugto ng inyong pagsasama ay makikita mo siyang masaya sa bawat umaga ay may ngiti sa kanyang mga labi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111918999008853032?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111918999008853032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111918999008853032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111918999008853032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111918999008853032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/mahal-mo-nga-ba-siya.html' title='Mahal mo nga ba siya?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111880966377757442</id><published>2005-06-15T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T21:27:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The thought of love leaving after its just been found.&lt;br /&gt;Tears my soul to pieces and my heart in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Promising myself to never leave my heart open to ever be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself I cannot love anymore not ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you stole my heart and your going away&lt;br /&gt;Always keep it with you until your dying day.&lt;br /&gt;Until you come back to me I will hold on to your heart&lt;br /&gt;the way fate brought us together we can't let distance keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;So as I lay here with your heart and tears fall as I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE MAIN OBJECTIVE OF LOVE IS TO MAKE YOUR PARTNER HAPPY IN EVERYWAY YOU CAN"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111880966377757442?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111880966377757442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111880966377757442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111880966377757442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111880966377757442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-you.html' title='For you..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111857464835883730</id><published>2005-06-12T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T04:39:47.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Standing at the Edge of the Earth - Blessed Union of Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew that this moment would come in time&lt;br /&gt;That I have to let go and watch you fly&lt;br /&gt;I know you're coming back so why am I dying inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you searching for words that you cant find&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide your emotions but eyes dont lie&lt;br /&gt;Guess theres no easy way to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be stading at the edge of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day youll come back again&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing at the edge of the earth hoping for someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont misunderstand what I'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to let you leave this way&lt;br /&gt;But whatever happens no that I'll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this may be&lt;br /&gt;The very last time we see each other cry..&lt;br /&gt;But whatever happens know that I'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing at the edge of the earth&lt;br /&gt;                       Hoping that one day you'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;                       I'll be standing at the edge of the earth hoping that someday&lt;br /&gt;                       Youll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;                       I'll be praying for whatever it's worth&lt;br /&gt;                       Believing that one day youll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;                       I'll be standing at the edge of the earth&lt;br /&gt;                       Hoping for someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this may be&lt;br /&gt;                       The very last time that we see each other cry&lt;br /&gt;                       But whatever happens know that I'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing at the edge of the earth&lt;br /&gt;                       Hoping that one day you'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;                       I'll be standing at the edge of the earth hoping that someday&lt;br /&gt;                       You'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;                       I'll be praying for whatever it's worth&lt;br /&gt;                       Believing that one day you'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;                       I'll be standing at the edge of the earth&lt;br /&gt;                       Hoping for someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting for someday Believing in someday&lt;br /&gt;                      Praying for someday, I'll be...&lt;br /&gt;                      Longing for someday Clinging to someday&lt;br /&gt;                      Cherishing someday, I'll be...&lt;br /&gt;                      Thinking of someday Dreaming of someday&lt;br /&gt;                      Wishing for someday, I'll be...&lt;br /&gt;                      Living for someday Counting on someday&lt;br /&gt;                      Knowing that one day...&lt;/p&gt;                      I will see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111857464835883730?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111857464835883730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111857464835883730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111857464835883730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111857464835883730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/ill-be-standing-at-edge-of-earth.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Standing at the Edge of the Earth - Blessed Union of Souls'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111823409669089236</id><published>2005-06-08T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T05:34:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walang magawa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They say you'll only appreciate&lt;br /&gt;The value of things in life&lt;br /&gt;When it is truly out of reach&lt;br /&gt;And forever out of sight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that stupid feeble quote,&lt;br /&gt;And strongly disagree.&lt;br /&gt;For who could ever know myself&lt;br /&gt;Than simple little me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so as the days passed me by,&lt;br /&gt;I lived from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;Not noticing the time is near&lt;br /&gt;For things to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions were in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to let go&lt;br /&gt;Of things that made me feel complete&lt;br /&gt;And helped me indeed to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now too late to hold them near&lt;br /&gt;Coz now they're gone.... without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;And now it came, my greatest fear&lt;br /&gt;-To be not able to feel their warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to my innerself&lt;br /&gt;And looking back at my colorful past,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can say indeed to myself,&lt;br /&gt;'I understand that quote at last'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111823409669089236?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111823409669089236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111823409669089236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111823409669089236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111823409669089236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/walang-magawa.html' title='walang magawa..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111812407214466667</id><published>2005-06-07T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:08:08.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is a mystery why we fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is a mystery how it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is a mystery when it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is a mystery why some love grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And it is a mystery why some love fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;will never do anymore than take the life out of the experience. Just as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;life itself is more that the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;impulses in the body, love is more that the sum of the interest and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;attractions and commonalities that two people share. And just as life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;love must be taken as unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;will come to you in full flower, and you will take hold of it and celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it in all expressible beauty. This is the dream we all share. More often,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the  love and hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it to them, refusing to see that it is a gift that is freely and a gift that just as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;freely, moves away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;accepting the gift for what its was, then moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They want answers where there are no answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They want to know what is wrong in them that make the other person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;no longer want them, or they try to get their lover to change, thinking that if some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;small things were different, love would bloom again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They blame the circumstances and say that if they go far away and start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a new life together, their love will grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. But there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept it. You need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;treat what it brings you with kindness. If you find yourself in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;wrong with you. Love just didn’t choose to rest in the other person’s heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you find  someone else in love with you and you don’t love him, feel honored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;cannot return. Do not take advantage; do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and ways are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you fall in love with another, and he falls in love with you, and then love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Remember that you don’t choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around in anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here is where many lovers go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;revert to seeing their love as need. They cease to be someone who generates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;love and instead become someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;of love is that it is a gift, and it can be made to grow only by giving it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;seasons, and its own reason for coming and going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You cannot bribe it, coerce it, or reason it to staying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;for a moment in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111812407214466667?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111812407214466667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111812407214466667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111812407214466667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111812407214466667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling In Love'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111777569874400574</id><published>2005-06-03T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:14:58.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I walk this road of illusion,&lt;br /&gt;I feel pain and sorrow and everything bad life can give.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me so much as though it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until sadness filled in me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to give up.&lt;br /&gt;I wished for someone to cure this pain.&lt;br /&gt;I wished for something real.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who really sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straddling along the empty road&lt;br /&gt;I saw you with tiny steps,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling afraid of what to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking huge steps, I get to you.&lt;br /&gt;And I see tears in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And when you stopped crying,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel sadness in you.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you smile, I tried to make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caught myself smiling alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked together side by side.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised you held my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Though life gives us horrible things,&lt;br /&gt;We always find each other.&lt;br /&gt;And we don't get scared anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see through you, you see through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around and see,&lt;br /&gt;That the place has changed.&lt;br /&gt;It became clearer and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would find&lt;br /&gt;Someone whoe's so sweet and so kind.&lt;br /&gt;Like you..&lt;br /&gt;My heart has found a hope&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You became the light on the road I walk on.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun came tumbling down,&lt;br /&gt;You light the ground I walk on.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the moon and the stars fall down the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You being there gives me light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so true.&lt;br /&gt;Everything became clear when I have you.&lt;br /&gt;And we promised we'd stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though something still haunts me.&lt;br /&gt;And as fast as I can realize that I am happy,&lt;br /&gt;I am sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you just another illusion?&lt;br /&gt;Just a part of this road I'm walking on?&lt;br /&gt;Or I am just dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Sifting through my own confusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, everything is real.&lt;br /&gt;Even the road I'm walking on.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that comes is real.&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself, why?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling this way? What have I done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just isnt right.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so invisible to you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that you're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't knwo why but I feel I'm losing you.&lt;br /&gt;Im losing my grip on what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could I throw it all away?&lt;br /&gt;I want to fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you're all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the strength anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to where I started.&lt;br /&gt;Please come back.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I might let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111777569874400574?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111777569874400574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111777569874400574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111777569874400574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111777569874400574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-i-walk-this-road-of-illusion-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111768020222171331</id><published>2005-06-02T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:19:28.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Some people love not really wishing to end up together.&lt;br /&gt;Some people leave but not really willing to go.&lt;br /&gt;I love not expecting to be loved back.&lt;br /&gt;I leave not because I know I will be followed.&lt;br /&gt;I love because I love.&lt;br /&gt;I leave because I let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though I know with one look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Or just a sound of your voice,&lt;br /&gt;I know I would fall for you again.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, just maybe, when that time comes,&lt;br /&gt;We will be together and our love will never end.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I must let go.&lt;br /&gt;And just be your friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111768020222171331?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111768020222171331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111768020222171331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111768020222171331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111768020222171331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/06/june-2-2005.html' title='June 2, 2005'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111744766518878531</id><published>2005-05-30T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T03:07:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang ulit to...</title><content type='html'>The "parang kayo, pero hindi" stage. Others call it&lt;br /&gt;MU or mutual understanding. Pseudo-&lt;br /&gt;relationships. Pseudo-boyfriends. Flings. Almost&lt;br /&gt;like a relationship, but not quite. It is a phase&lt;br /&gt;where the persons involved are more than friends,&lt;br /&gt;but not quite lovers. Puwedeng may verbal&lt;br /&gt;agreement, puwedeng wala. One or both of you&lt;br /&gt;may have admitted your feelings, possible ding&lt;br /&gt;hindi. You just let your gestures do the talking for&lt;br /&gt;you. Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari. Hindi&lt;br /&gt;kayo mag-dyowa. Pero sa kilos niyo, sa mga&lt;br /&gt;sinasabi niyo, parang kayo, pero hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of "relationship" can happen at different&lt;br /&gt;stages for different reasons. It can happen after a&lt;br /&gt;break-up. You still love each other, and you want&lt;br /&gt;to be with each other but you broke up for a&lt;br /&gt;reason. And for reasons that you alone know,&lt;br /&gt;ayaw niyo na muna magkabalikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also happen before a relationship, iyong&lt;br /&gt;pareho kayong nakikiramdam. Possible din na&lt;br /&gt;ayaw niyo munang mag-seryoso kaya kunwa-&lt;br /&gt;kunwarian lang muna. Testing lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayo kasi&lt;br /&gt;isa sa inyo --usually the guy --may ka-relasyon na.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya habang hindi pa siya makikipag-break doon&lt;br /&gt;sa girl (sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero&lt;br /&gt;di naman niya ginagawa), wala muna kayong&lt;br /&gt;relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangagaliwa&lt;br /&gt;kasi "hindi naman kayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be&lt;br /&gt;fun. Lalo na kung naghahanap ka lang naman&lt;br /&gt;ng "kalaro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero huwag ka lang mag-e-expect na may&lt;br /&gt;patutunguhan kayo kasi wala talagang&lt;br /&gt;kasiguraduhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set&lt;br /&gt;up ganoong hindi naman sigurado kung may&lt;br /&gt;patutunguhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba't ibang dahilan. Puwedeng for fun lang.&lt;br /&gt;Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa wala" or puwede na&lt;br /&gt;iyang "pantawid-gutom." Meaning, habang wala&lt;br /&gt;pa iyong the real thing, doon muna sa kunwa-&lt;br /&gt;kunwarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not in a serious relationship,&lt;br /&gt;they would think that pseudo-relationship is better&lt;br /&gt;than no relationship at all. It would be fun, if all you&lt;br /&gt;are after for is that "kilig" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminado naman ako na once upon a time, may&lt;br /&gt;mga pseudo-relationships din ako. No&lt;br /&gt;commitments involved. For the simplest reason&lt;br /&gt;that they couldn't commit, because they were&lt;br /&gt;either committed to someone else, or that they&lt;br /&gt;weren't ready to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rationalization, "okay na iyun, kesa wala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang habol ko lang naman, iyong kilig feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Iyong merong nagtatanong kung kumusta araw&lt;br /&gt;ko. Iyong merong ka-cuddle sa beach outing.&lt;br /&gt;Iyong kapag tumunog ang cellphone, mapapangiti&lt;br /&gt;na ako dahil alam kong galing sa kanya ang&lt;br /&gt;message. Iyong merong laging kasama. Habang&lt;br /&gt;wala pa ang the real thing, puwede na itong&lt;br /&gt;pagtiyagaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I learned that although it was only a&lt;br /&gt;pseudo-relationship, the emotions were real. And&lt;br /&gt;usually, in this kind of set up, ang babae lagi ang&lt;br /&gt;lugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, you can't ask him to commit. Since it's not&lt;br /&gt;really a relationship, you can't demand&lt;br /&gt;commitment from your partner. Ano ba kayo? May&lt;br /&gt;K ka nga ba magpasundo ng hatinggabi? You will&lt;br /&gt;always be uncertain about your role in his life. You&lt;br /&gt;can't expect him to be always there with you. And&lt;br /&gt;if you feel jealous of the other girls, you just have&lt;br /&gt;to keep it to yourself. Ano ka ba niya para&lt;br /&gt;magselos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, what if you fall deeply in love with&lt;br /&gt;him?&lt;br /&gt;You can't be sure if he feels the same way. Baka&lt;br /&gt;nag-a-assume ka lang na mahal ka rin niya. Even&lt;br /&gt;if you are dying to tell him you love him, you can't.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're not sure if he'll like it. Baka&lt;br /&gt;mapahiya ka lang. This stage will always make&lt;br /&gt;you wonder where you are in the relationship. Or if&lt;br /&gt;there is a&lt;br /&gt;relationship at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, what if you become attached too much?&lt;br /&gt;What if you have invested all your emotions and&lt;br /&gt;this man hasn't? What if you remain faithful to him,&lt;br /&gt;not entertaining other guys, only to find out that he&lt;br /&gt;is seeing other girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships, it is&lt;br /&gt;fleeting. When a disagreement sets in, or when&lt;br /&gt;one of you gets cold, then that would be the end of&lt;br /&gt;it. Unlike in a serious relationship, hindi mo alam&lt;br /&gt;kung saan ka&lt;br /&gt;lulugar sa isang pseudo-relationship. Wala kng&lt;br /&gt;pinanghahawakan. Kasi sa pseudo-relationship,&lt;br /&gt;there is no "us." Meron lang "you and me,"&lt;br /&gt;hindi "us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti sana kung pseudo-pain din lang ang&lt;br /&gt;mararanasan mo. Kaso, hindi eh. Real pain. And&lt;br /&gt;usually, kahit tapos na ang pseudo-relationship,&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo maiwasan umasang one day, may&lt;br /&gt;karugtong pa rin iyun. And you will be miserable,&lt;br /&gt;hoping to bring back what you used to have, only&lt;br /&gt;to find out eventually that the guy is in another&lt;br /&gt;pseudo-relationship with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap, ano? You agreed to this kind of set up&lt;br /&gt;for fun and then you'd end up hurting yourself in the&lt;br /&gt;process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero puwede naman maiwasan ang pain eh.&lt;br /&gt;Puwede naman na hindi mo muna isipin ang&lt;br /&gt;future and just enjoy the feeling, without thinking of&lt;br /&gt;the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are certain that you are going to hurt&lt;br /&gt;yourself in the process, kailangan mo mamili. You&lt;br /&gt;can be happy and live the moment without&lt;br /&gt;worrying what would happen next. Or you can stop&lt;br /&gt;settling with pseudo-relationships and wait for the&lt;br /&gt;real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger and in a pseudo-relationship&lt;br /&gt;with an unavailable guy! , a friend told me, "Sige,&lt;br /&gt;kung ayaw mong magpapigil, bahala ka.&lt;br /&gt;Magpakasaya ka. Pero huwag kang iiyak-iyak&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos, dahil tatadyakan kita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bottom line lang naman, kung magpapasaya&lt;br /&gt;sa iyo, gawin mo. Ihanda mo lang ang sarili mo sa&lt;br /&gt;consequence. Dahil ang "parang kayo pero hindi"&lt;br /&gt;stage ay bihirang nagiging totoo. Usually,&lt;br /&gt;hanggang doon lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;almost, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakuha ko lang to sa email pero nabura ko..&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko lang ulit sya sa recyclebin at binasa ko lang ulit.&lt;br /&gt;linagay ko lang dito dahil baka magkaron ako ng idea magsulat about this in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111744766518878531?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111744766518878531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111744766518878531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111744766518878531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111744766518878531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/05/wala-lang-ulit-to.html' title='wala lang ulit to...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111656143518322716</id><published>2005-05-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:57:15.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've learned so many things&lt;br /&gt;From the experiences we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;But the hardest lesson, yet, to learn&lt;br /&gt;Is how to unlove you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned not to fall so hard-&lt;br /&gt;Not to fall in love so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Because, as quickly as it comes into your life,&lt;br /&gt;It can quickly become your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned not to trust- so much,&lt;br /&gt;To read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;Because, if I had known what I now know,&lt;br /&gt;I would have known you were never mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned not to be so open,&lt;br /&gt;Not to wear my feelings on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Because, they can be used against you&lt;br /&gt;Like they were.. in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to be more honest&lt;br /&gt;-to express how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Because, you never knew how I felt&lt;br /&gt;Because, I kept my feelings sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned not to be so accepting,&lt;br /&gt;To put someone else before me.&lt;br /&gt;Because, when I did this for you,&lt;br /&gt;You never fulfilled my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned it is not always best&lt;br /&gt;To give out a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Because when I did this for you,&lt;br /&gt;You took me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned not to be so nice,&lt;br /&gt;Not to be so believing.&lt;br /&gt;Because you forsook my love,&lt;br /&gt;And mistook my kindness for weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned not to believe&lt;br /&gt;That absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;Because when I tried to give you your space&lt;br /&gt;It made your heart wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned not to be so forgiving,&lt;br /&gt;And to try to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;Because when I did this for you,&lt;br /&gt;I only got myself hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so many things&lt;br /&gt;From the experiences we've been through&lt;br /&gt;But the hardest lesson, yet, to learn&lt;br /&gt;Is how to unlove you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111656143518322716?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111656143518322716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111656143518322716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111656143518322716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111656143518322716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/05/wala-lang-to.html' title='Wala lang to...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111544681573597839</id><published>2005-05-07T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:20:15.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End..</title><content type='html'>Torn. Shattered. Lost.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood for anything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;No sleep, no meals, no nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, no you..&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really am nothing now.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know you'd stay far.&lt;br /&gt;No, I know I should stay away.&lt;br /&gt;Though I really dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;But we know I have to.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really everything.&lt;br /&gt;Just me.&lt;br /&gt;A no one.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess this is the end.&lt;br /&gt;No words from you still.&lt;br /&gt;But ill be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I jsut have to get back from what I was before.&lt;br /&gt;And Ill be okay..&lt;br /&gt;Things are unlike before.&lt;br /&gt;And It shouldnt hurt you too.&lt;br /&gt;Coz it is supposed to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess, It is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I love you yes but we could never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111544681573597839?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111544681573597839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111544681573597839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111544681573597839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111544681573597839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/05/end.html' title='End..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111518269469452009</id><published>2005-05-04T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T02:42:39.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All bottled up..</title><content type='html'>Im all bottled up..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;It really seems that I am losing you..&lt;br /&gt;What could it might have been if I give up?&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;What is it that we have right now?&lt;br /&gt;Should I hold on?&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to what?&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay away?&lt;br /&gt;I cant.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stay away from you..&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you really feel?&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Im adding up to your burden..&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;Im all bottled up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111518269469452009?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111518269469452009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111518269469452009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111518269469452009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111518269469452009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-bottled-up.html' title='All bottled up..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111497623391814948</id><published>2005-05-02T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T12:37:13.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a soulmate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       What is a soulmate? Is it just another term for 'true love' or is it something else, something more, something bigger and deeper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       No one really knows. There is no accepted definition of a soulmate or a definitive theory for soulmates. They say that a soulmate is an essence twin, or a counterpart of yourself, or your other half. Some say that it is the companion or lover who helps one acheive a goal. And usually said, the karmic teacher, who comes in to your life to teach you an important lesson. Some say that there we all have multiple number of soulmates, two, three, five, ten, twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        People think that when we find our soulmate, there will be no more conflicts, no more major issues to work through, no more problems could come their way. That is why people become so upset and depressed and disenchated when feel that they found that perfect someone who they think is their soulmate and then after a few months, may be weeks it turns out that there are things about them that drives them crazy and things that they just couldn't stand. Conflicts arise and they give up easily thinking that that person wasn't really a soulmate. And they end up thinking "I beleived that that person was my soulmate but because all of this things are bothering us and we can't handle it, he (or she) might not be after all. Then it leads to the point where they start looking somehow desperately for their one 'perfect soulmate' and most likely they will never find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       We all want to be fulfilled in our personal lives but too many people subconsciously or consciously avoid potentialy enriching relationships. The sting of failure in the past experiences and relationships inhibits exposure to new liasons. We tend to avoid in which we fear or has wounded our heart and soul. No relationship is a mistake. We learn from each other and the most disparaging intimate partners can be our greatest teachers. It is just all in us. The way we think about our experiences and the way we see them affects every relationship we encounter. If we view everything in our past as stepping stones instead of stumbling blocks, we would have better understanding and most probably we will have an understanding relationship with our partners. We make better choices, listen to what our partner would want to say, or simply a better communication for your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Some of you may think all these are lame thoughts and that I am going insane but I beleive that being with your soulmate is really a choice. A choice in which you both (you and your soulmate) beleive in one thing and most importantly, to what really is a soulmate for you. It is building a chance, A chance for enriching others, touching the other's life in a very special way, teaching what you beleive in, a chance for everything even love.  A bond unbreakable that no matter what hardships and conflicts arise to the both of you, that bridge of chance will never be broken. Or atleast you soulmates rebuild that bridge when it is broken. A continuous growth  of an incredible kind of relationship --a friend, a brother (sister), a bestfriend, a stranger, lover or even an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        I ask myself, What would my life be like with this person? How would I feel when I am with this person?  What would we do together? She is my soulmate, Is there real love with her? Do I give and receive love generously and unselfishly? What ever it may be I know I am ready to be in an intensely loving relationship with my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    We all have our own beleifs of what a soulmate may be. Some might even think that soulmates do not even exist. But whatever it is that we beleive in, do not hesitate to share that to other people. Who knows, maybe that person turns out to be your soulmate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"You learn to trust not only each other,   but also your ability to grow together.  You learn that you put your   partnership most at risk by avoiding that which you are most afraid will   destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111497623391814948?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111497623391814948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111497623391814948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111497623391814948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111497623391814948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-is-soulmate.html' title='What is a soulmate?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111496850723117642</id><published>2005-05-01T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:28:27.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavyhearted...</title><content type='html'>Gloomy&lt;br /&gt;Sad&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Depressed&lt;br /&gt;Unloved&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Mournful&lt;br /&gt;Pensive&lt;br /&gt;Wistful&lt;br /&gt;If everything things ends here, surely our story would be tragic.&lt;br /&gt;A love that never was.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is so distressing and its all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I am causing you so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;I am being melancholic again.&lt;br /&gt;Coz the really sad part is....&lt;br /&gt;It is only you that could ever make me okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you turn to when then only person&lt;br /&gt;who can make you happy is the same&lt;br /&gt;person you are hurting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111496850723117642?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111493471663307395</id><published>2005-05-01T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:05:16.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no looking back, I am here now&lt;br /&gt;I will be okay, I just dont know how&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I cant divert&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i am in so much hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its not good to cry&lt;br /&gt;And too dumb to ask why&lt;br /&gt;This thing I surely won't regret&lt;br /&gt;Coz its too good to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be honest to say I really love you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe desperate to wish my life is through&lt;br /&gt;I was too foolish to say that I am fine&lt;br /&gt;And surely selfish to wish you were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111493471663307395?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111493471663307395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111493471663307395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111493471663307395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111493471663307395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/05/there-is-no-looking-back-i-am-here-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111486985837258705</id><published>2005-04-30T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T07:04:18.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my imagination...</title><content type='html'>Constantly..&lt;br /&gt;I watch the moonlit sky..&lt;br /&gt;Its bright rays and the tiny stars around..&lt;br /&gt;As I find myself thinking about you..&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how you are&lt;br /&gt;If everything is all right.&lt;br /&gt;How many stars should i wish upon?&lt;br /&gt;How many more dreams to come?&lt;br /&gt;All those sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Sinking in my insanity&lt;br /&gt;When will you become mine?&lt;br /&gt;Is it all a dream?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be lovers?&lt;br /&gt;Or can't we really be lovers?&lt;br /&gt;In my mind we seem so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;That nothing can break us apart.&lt;br /&gt;Bounded by chains made of gold.&lt;br /&gt;And together we seem mountains apart from others.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts so loud..&lt;br /&gt;That we couldnt hear what others are saying.&lt;br /&gt;As if we do really care.&lt;br /&gt;We do not have to talk to be understood by one another..&lt;br /&gt;That's how deep our understanding goes.&lt;br /&gt;We love as if we were falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;And the love grows each and everyday..&lt;br /&gt;But soon it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is up..&lt;br /&gt;And it covers the light that the moon and the stars bring.&lt;br /&gt;The time I realize it was all just an imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Of how I want us to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111486985837258705?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111486985837258705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111486985837258705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111486985837258705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111486985837258705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-my-imagination.html' title='Just my imagination...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111443231674445080</id><published>2005-04-29T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:22:56.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest Thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No love can hurt as much as&lt;br /&gt;the love that can never be and no&lt;br /&gt;thoughts can hurt as much as&lt;br /&gt;a thought of a love the could have been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"The sad thing about loving you is that someone else&lt;br /&gt;occupies your mind and heart&lt;br /&gt;and I know I can never compete.&lt;br /&gt;So I just have to let you go, even if it hurts me so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The farthest distance in the world is when im right beside you&lt;br /&gt;watching you fall for someone else"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111443231674445080?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111443231674445080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111443231674445080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111443231674445080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111443231674445080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/04/saddest-thing.html' title='Saddest Thing..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111446818249949438</id><published>2005-04-26T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:35:55.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions...</title><content type='html'>2nd straight day without sleep..&lt;br /&gt;feeling weak..&lt;br /&gt;hands shaking..&lt;br /&gt;i know i wont be able to sleep again..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what im feeling..&lt;br /&gt;i want to burst into tears..&lt;br /&gt;vaporize..&lt;br /&gt;pop like a bubble..&lt;br /&gt;become non existent in just a blink of an eye..&lt;br /&gt;coz it doesnt really matter anymore..&lt;br /&gt;it just couldnt be..&lt;br /&gt;maybe..&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever really mattered..&lt;br /&gt;all this desires..&lt;br /&gt;dreams..&lt;br /&gt;lies..&lt;br /&gt;im only kidding myself..&lt;br /&gt;i make my own reality..&lt;br /&gt;so far away..&lt;br /&gt;and i pretend it to be real.&lt;br /&gt;'i am in no position.. no position at all'&lt;br /&gt;the exact same words i felt..&lt;br /&gt;coz you do not know that i love you so much..&lt;br /&gt;much more than you can think off..&lt;br /&gt;though,&lt;br /&gt;its all in my head..&lt;br /&gt;funny..&lt;br /&gt;when i am thinking about how i should love her..&lt;br /&gt;she says the exact thing i am thinking about..&lt;br /&gt;i go silent..&lt;br /&gt;because if i tell her what i feel..&lt;br /&gt;and tell her what i was thinking about..&lt;br /&gt;i would lose her.&lt;br /&gt;it would show that i am saying these things just to make her mine..&lt;br /&gt;when in fact,&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;and she knows.&lt;br /&gt;we just couldnt be..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shouldnt have written this.&lt;br /&gt;i guess all this shouldve been left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;its killing me, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but better me..&lt;br /&gt;than her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111446818249949438?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111446818249949438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111446818249949438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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intentioned.&lt;br /&gt;Precise and patterened&lt;br /&gt;Specifically to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talented at breathing&lt;br /&gt;Especially exhaling,&lt;br /&gt;So that my chest will&lt;br /&gt;Rise and fall with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm careful not to wake you&lt;br /&gt;Fearing conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Its better just to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;And keep you pacified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talented with reason&lt;br /&gt;I cover all the angles.&lt;br /&gt;I can fail even before I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that there's and old mistake&lt;br /&gt;That fools will make and,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the king of them&lt;br /&gt;pushing everything that's good away so,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you hold me now? (I will not bend, I will not break)&lt;br /&gt;Won't you hold me now? (I will not bend, I will not break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairly agile&lt;br /&gt;I can bend and not break&lt;br /&gt;Or i can break and take it with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so resilient&lt;br /&gt;I recover so quickly&lt;br /&gt;I'll convince you soon that I am fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that there's and old mistake&lt;br /&gt; That fools will make and,&lt;br /&gt; I'm the king of them&lt;br /&gt; pushing everything that's good away so,&lt;br /&gt; Won't you hold me now? (I will not bend, I will not break)&lt;br /&gt; Won't you hold me now? (I will not bend, I will not break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just hold me close to you. (X4)&lt;br /&gt; (Won't you hold me now?) (X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Try to understand there's an old mistake&lt;br /&gt; that fools will make and,&lt;br /&gt; I'm the king of them&lt;br /&gt; pushing everything that's good away so,&lt;br /&gt; Won't you hold me now...?&lt;br /&gt; Won't you hold me now... now... now...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111425170560409427?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111425170560409427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111425170560409427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/04/bend-and-not-break-lyrics-dashboard.html' title='Bend and Not Break Lyrics (Dashboard Confessional)'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111422752479403891</id><published>2005-04-23T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T03:46:46.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the dark...</title><content type='html'>Anger.. Hate..&lt;br /&gt;Defeat.. Shame..&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy.. Love..&lt;br /&gt;Lies..&lt;br /&gt;Leads me into the dark...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid, I cry inside.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked back...&lt;br /&gt;I saw you!&lt;br /&gt;-there was light in my life again...&lt;br /&gt;Each day.. i get closer to you..&lt;br /&gt;The light grows.&lt;br /&gt;Brighter.&lt;br /&gt;And brighter everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Content.. Happiness..&lt;br /&gt;Joy..&lt;br /&gt;Peace.. Love..&lt;br /&gt;Truth..&lt;br /&gt;It happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Before I know it, the room is full of light.&lt;br /&gt;But there is still one side left dark.&lt;br /&gt;I look back to that side...&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I thought of losing my light.&lt;br /&gt;Fear.&lt;br /&gt;Fear fills in that dark part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Tears falling down.&lt;br /&gt;And when I looked back to reach out for my light...&lt;br /&gt;...Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A shooting star passes quickly and when it does, it lights up the whole sky and other stars just fade away. That's how you were with me, you lit up my life and for a moment.. nothing else mattered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown so used to having that light with me. Everything happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;You stepped a little closer each day. So close that I can't see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if what I'm feeling is love because we both know that we could not be.&lt;br /&gt;Scared. So scared..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111422752479403891?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111422752479403891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111422752479403891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111422752479403891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111422752479403891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-dark.html' title='In the dark...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111383121356828688</id><published>2005-04-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T06:33:33.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scared..</title><content type='html'>Im scared Im gonna end up alone.&lt;br /&gt;That Im always gonna be someone's friend.&lt;br /&gt;Or brother.&lt;br /&gt;But never quite.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's everything.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Im scared I'll never meet a girl.&lt;br /&gt;That i'll love.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111383121356828688?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111383121356828688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111383121356828688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111383121356828688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111383121356828688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/04/scared.html' title='scared..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-111383098364668653</id><published>2005-04-18T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T06:29:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds Nocturne</title><content type='html'>Wishing on a dream that seems far off.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that it will come today.&lt;br /&gt;Into the starlit night.&lt;br /&gt;Foolish dreamers turn their gaze.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;What if that star is not to come?&lt;br /&gt;Will my dreams fade to nothing?&lt;br /&gt;When the horizons darkens most.&lt;br /&gt;We all need to beleive there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is an angel watching closely over me?&lt;br /&gt;Can there be a guiding light i've yet to see?&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart should guide me but,&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole within my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will fill this emptyness inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to be satisfied without knowing?&lt;br /&gt;I wish then for a chance to see.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need (desperately)&lt;br /&gt;Is my star to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-111383098364668653?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/111383098364668653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=111383098364668653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111383098364668653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/111383098364668653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/04/winds-nocturne.html' title='Winds Nocturne'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-110784191952904778</id><published>2005-02-04T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:51:59.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala akong maisip...</title><content type='html'>~still in some kind of shock ~cold feet ~weird thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *I don't know how I could tell this clearly dahil ang daming umiikot sa aking isipan ngayon. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     Sometime last January habang nag ddrive ako, bigla kong naramdaman na sooner or later mabubunggo ako pero sigurado ako, hindi ako ang makakabunggo kundi ibang tao ang makakabangga sa akin. At sa mga sumunod na araw, sa tuwing dadaan ako sa lugar na iyon, naiisip ko ulit na mababangga ako. Kanina, around 5:10 pm nabunggo ako sa lugar na iyon at ganun ang nangyari, hindi ako ang may kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Malayo pa lang, nakita ko na ang kotse niya kaya nag-bagal ako at napansin ko na hindi sya gumagalaw kaya tumuloy ako sa pag-andar.  At nakita ko na lamang na papalapit na sya sa gawing kaliwa ko at nalaman ko na lang na nabangga na niya ako. Hindi ko alam kung anong gagawin ko dahil wala naman akong dalang cellphone at unang beses ko lang mabangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Well, to cut it short, I called my mom and my dad went over, called a police inspector, made some inspecting, brought us to a precint and made all arrangements there. I will post the pictures soon and you'll see who's fault was it.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       I am and IDIOT for hating my dad. For even thinking that someday I would be a better father than him. He saved my ass out there. I really didnt know what to do. I really want to let him know I love him and I want to thank him. But I dont know how. I realized that no matter what he does, or rather what I do he is still my father. I shouldnt blame him for being him. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~thank you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-110784191952904778?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/110784191952904778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=110784191952904778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/110784191952904778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/110784191952904778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/02/wala-akong-maisip.html' title='wala akong maisip...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-110526429003062208</id><published>2005-01-09T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T01:51:30.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nails In The Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was once a little girl who had a bad temper. Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that everytime she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day, the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as she learned how to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day came when the girl didnt lose her temper at all. She told her mother about it and the mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper. The days passed and finally the girl was able to tell her mother that all nails were gone. The mother took her daughter and led her to the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "you have done well my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can hit a person and say "I'm sorry", but the wound is still there. Words hurt as much as physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-110526429003062208?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/110526429003062208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=110526429003062208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/110526429003062208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/110526429003062208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/01/nails-in-fence.html' title='Nails In The Fence'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-110520613939491511</id><published>2005-01-08T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T09:42:19.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets..</title><content type='html'>Did you ever regret the day you said goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;When he was there... but you are not...&lt;br /&gt;Or rather when you were there and he is not?&lt;br /&gt;He is far away..&lt;br /&gt;We don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Wherelse would he go..?&lt;br /&gt;Somwhere there? In the clouds..&lt;br /&gt;In the clouds where other stars are there.&lt;br /&gt;It's not your sky he's shining at...&lt;br /&gt;It's someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;It's not your world anymore...&lt;br /&gt;It's theirs..&lt;br /&gt;Not yours.&lt;br /&gt;Someone already stole your beautiful dream..&lt;br /&gt;When he plays the king and you're the queen...&lt;br /&gt;He is no longer yours..&lt;br /&gt;He's with someone else... He no longer loves you but you still do.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you deny it.&lt;br /&gt;It's still him...&lt;br /&gt;It's still him who's in your heart...&lt;br /&gt;It's still him who can make you happy...&lt;br /&gt;It's still him who can comfort you...&lt;br /&gt;But where is he?&lt;br /&gt;He is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;The sun in your sky is alreay on someone else's eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we regret what we do...&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, it really hurts to..&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do you regret more?&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye or holding on?&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/9985678-110520613939491511?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/110520613939491511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=110520613939491511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/110520613939491511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/110520613939491511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/01/regrets.html' title='Regrets..'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9985678.post-110500672732712268</id><published>2005-01-06T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T02:18:47.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My So Called Best Friend</title><content type='html'>As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called best friend. I stared at her long silky hair and wished she was mine. But she didnt notice me like that and i knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to here then she said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I want to tell her, I want her to know that i dont want to be just friends, I love her but im just too shy and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11th grade, the phone rang. On the other end it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come over cause she said she didnt want to be alone. So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, i stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.&lt;br /&gt; After 2 hours, 1 Drew Barrymore movie, and 3 bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I want to tell her, I want her to know that i dont want to be just friends, I love her but im just too shy and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Senior year, the day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go".&lt;br /&gt; Well, I didnt have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as bestfriends. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, i was standing at her front doorstep. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine but she doesnt think of me like that and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I want to tell her, I want her to know that i dont want to be just friends, I love her but im just too shy and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like and angel up on stage to get her diploma. I want her to be mine but she doesnt notice me like that and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt; Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as i hugged her. Then she lifted her head and said, "you're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I want to tell her, I want her to know that i dont want to be just friends, I love her but im just too shy and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I sit on the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she doesnt see me like that and i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;    But before she drove away, she came up to me and said, "you came! thanks" and kissed me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I want to tell her, I want her to know that i dont want to be just friends, I love her but im just too shy and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Years passed. I look down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend. At the service, they read a diary entry she had written in her high school years.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~~"...I stare at him wishing he was mine but he doesnt notice me like that and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I dont want to be just friends. I love him and I dont know why but im just too shy.. I wish he would tell me he loved me!.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I did too..." I thought to myself, and I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9985678-110500672732712268?l=slurp0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/feeds/110500672732712268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9985678&amp;postID=110500672732712268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/110500672732712268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9985678/posts/default/110500672732712268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurp0809.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-so-called-best-friend.html' title='My So Called Best Friend'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12433012764718879265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y153/slurp0809/Mickshades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
