<?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-8974899</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:06:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xxforget me,it's that simplexx</title><subtitle type='html'>i wish you weren't worth the wait coz there are some things i'd like to say to you.
i don't think that you know what you've been missing. 
i could make this obvious and you, you could deny me.. all in one breath, you can shrug me off your shoulders.
forget me, it's that simple. forget me, it's that simple.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109967435093406684</id><published>2004-11-06T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:05:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue burns orange.. </title><content type='html'>tangina wasak si aries! .. we went to enzo's party today. whew. chicks mah friends. and.. yes, the inuman of course. hmm.. we met a lota people and yea, aries is wasak! haha. i had to drag him all the way down to the taxi loading area. waaah. he barfed in the cab. he fell down the stairs coz we had to go pass through the back door so that my mom won't know. takas lang eh. its 2 am and we just got home from maga. ambaho nya putangina, ambaho pare. amot suka talaga pare. hmm.. sarap. beer bong pare. tangina talaga, ang baho! pero masaya. wahaha. cge, tulog na ko. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109967435093406684?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109967435093406684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109967435093406684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109967435093406684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109967435093406684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/blue-burns-orange.html' title='blue burns orange.. '/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109962256660103963</id><published>2004-11-05T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T10:42:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this world is better without you after all.. an eye for an eye..a deserving fate for you.</title><content type='html'>I sit here thinking, remembering all of the "I love you's" .. Well I'm taking them all back... Because these cold November nights, leave me feeling hollow inside.. (I bet u think it's funny now hahaha).. I'm sorry for ever letting you into my life.. now all that's left is hate.. I turn to friends for strength, I search for understanding.. I still search for something right.. And this 16-hour drive leaves me feeling empty and numb inside.. This world is better without you, An eye for an eye, A deserving fate for you .. All of your bitter words and your lies mean nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they mean nothing anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I burn out and rot, as I burn out and rot, this fire's burning down these walls.. this world's not meant for you and... this world's not meant for you and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..  I'm still breathing without you.. and I'm still bleeding without you..&lt;br /&gt;do we always have to end like this? I'm still breathing air through collapsed lungs.. yah, through collapsed lungs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still bleeding without you..and I'm still bleeding without you..and I'm still bleeding without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although this world's not meant for you and.. although this world's not meant for you and..although this world's not meant for you and.. although this world's not meant for you and..although this world's not meant for you and..although this world's not meant for you and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109962256660103963?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109962256660103963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109962256660103963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109962256660103963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109962256660103963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-world-is-better-without-you-after.html' title='this world is better without you after all.. an eye for an eye..a deserving fate for you.'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109962187531434362</id><published>2004-11-05T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T10:31:15.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sarcastic farewell.. your heart breaks like glass..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes you've got to learn to let go.. No one here is really brave (They always think so small) I know there's something out there more for me.. This town just makes me hate the sky(It's always gray outside) .. And all I wanted was to pass you by.. Why does my life just fall apart? When I listen to my heart.. You know I can't leave you behind. Just keep those memories in your mind. You know there's nothing left to prove (And even if I could).. You know there's nothing I can do.This time I've got to walk away..(I don't belong here)..You know I'll think about it everyday.. Sometimes you've got to learn to let go.. and all your promises broke fast.. those are words you can't take back.. what good is this ending when we're just fighting all the time?.. you're speaking slowly but your words speed through my heart.. give it a rest its for the best .. good bye will bring you happiness.. inside my heart and i'll watch it fade into the night skydriving faster to get away wont stop until the sunrise.. fill up the tank im on my own.. again i'll find a way to make it something i can live with in the end.. this is the hardest part.. can we go back to the start? this is the worst time. i let this happen again inside my heart and i'll watch it fade into the night sky ..driving faster to get away.. won't stop until the sunrise fills up the tank.. damn, i'm on my own again .. and i'll find a way to make it something i can live with in the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;your words they hurt my ears.. they come out so unclear.. sometimes i'd rather die because i know you'll never try.. hold it right there.. not so fast. wondering if my time has passed.. just try and hold on.. dont let it go. these words are spinning around your face.. diamonds are forever.. i've got a heart made out of stone.. our time is up and i'm moving on carefully.. i've got no time for thoughts of someone else's dreams .. diamonds, they last forever.. but i've got this heart made out of stone.. take another look at all the things you want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109962187531434362?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109962187531434362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109962187531434362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109962187531434362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109962187531434362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/sarcastic-farewell-your-heart-breaks.html' title='a sarcastic farewell.. your heart breaks like glass..'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109947441134229791</id><published>2004-11-03T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:33:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion, But I thought of it so like there's no other way it could've been done. Will they size my fit for a puzzle I wish not to play a part in? A heart stained in hate, a feeling of fear will play circles. But you, you were my favorite But you, you know, you were my favorite. I severed my ties to shroud this body under the streets of this city and wait for the day when I am summoned to walk across her face. Well, slowly but clearer now, in visions that play and plague memories, I loved them with all as the son should to his mother and father. Would I walk through the door, shedding the light of all life? With the rise and reform, would I come as before? Pray you're not the only one.. Pray you're not the only... If given mistakes, would I take them back? If erasing them could, if erasing them would, But would they be the words that I would say? Your face and a door between I've parted three ways For you, the Newo that I love. Did you ever really know before my face shamed to break? Did you ever really know before my mind scared to think? Did you ever really know before my name son to these? Did you, did you, did you come clean in the end from the start? Dear Ambellina, the Price wishes you to watch over me. Dear Ambellina, the Price wishes all to watch over me. I fought the decisions that call and lost my mark has the revelant piece in this. I will come reformedIn short, for the murders of those I court. I bless the hour that holds your fall. I will kill you all!! I will call you Out from shelter. Burn your wings, Burn your wings!You'll know no better/And learn their letters (Burn the core..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109947441134229791?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109947441134229791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109947441134229791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109947441134229791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109947441134229791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-fed-clues-of-lost-day-killed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109941399841208123</id><published>2004-11-03T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:46:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time i saw you was through my closed eyes..</title><content type='html'>wahaha. it's 1 am. i'm not sleepy yet. i've got nothing to do. i heart blog. hahaha. &lt;3 hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so .. weird. wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109941399841208123?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109941399841208123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109941399841208123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109941399841208123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109941399841208123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-time-i-saw-you-was-through-my.html' title='The last time i saw you was through my closed eyes..'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109941300565244067</id><published>2004-11-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:30:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Save yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Because the only thing that matters is that you get away from the pain and the thought of &lt;strong&gt;losing&lt;/strong&gt; your mind. &lt;u&gt;Don't blame yourself&lt;/u&gt;. It was &lt;em&gt;everyone around you&lt;/em&gt; who made you act this way. There's the stage and your chance to watch it go down.&lt;strong&gt;Don't fake yourself into ever, ever thinking about yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;. That was &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, this is &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;. Don't call it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;undone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't take what you've been dealt. You can &lt;u&gt;exit&lt;/u&gt; out the back and make your getaway before anyone can see &lt;strong&gt;the damage you have done&lt;/strong&gt;. This time is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so be here, here now. This time is the last time. Somehow make it through. State your case. You've got everyone's attention. What can you say? &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;forget&lt;/strong&gt; what you've been given. Take your place. Do you think that you deserve the best of everything? We don't get why you're here. Can you figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xxim tired of writing every song about you.xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109941300565244067?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109941300565244067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109941300565244067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109941300565244067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109941300565244067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/save-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109940982697250499</id><published>2004-11-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:37:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2236/640/harhar.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2236/320/harhar.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109940982697250499?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109940982697250499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109940982697250499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109940982697250499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109940982697250499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/hahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109940953173880545</id><published>2004-11-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:32:11.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2236/640/nothing%20lasts.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2236/320/nothing%20lasts.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing lasts forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109940953173880545?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109940953173880545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109940953173880545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109940953173880545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109940953173880545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109940944483511749</id><published>2004-11-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:30:44.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2236/640/flame.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2236/320/flame.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apoy. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109940944483511749?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109940944483511749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109940944483511749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109940944483511749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109940944483511749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/apoy.html' title=''/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109940112605524846</id><published>2004-11-02T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:12:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint your face with something elegant..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;haaay.&lt;/strong&gt; mejo pinayagan na ko ng ermats ko bukas! wahooo.. konting pilit nalang. my &lt;strong&gt;persuasive&lt;/strong&gt; skills come to the picture now. hahaha. "why can't you just be happy?" haha..&lt;br /&gt;sobrang sarap pag tripan ng line na yan. solido sapol kasi eh. para kanino kaya? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaah. my first blogging day is a success. thanks! wahaha.. cgeh ingat! .. ay shet, wala ng dog food.. bibili pa ako. yey. tomorrow is laguna day with the dogs. inuman! friday is coyote bar day at spirits. yahoo. wahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;tired&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;writing&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;song&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;about&lt;/strong&gt; youuuu.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109940112605524846?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109940112605524846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109940112605524846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109940112605524846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109940112605524846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/paint-your-face-with-something-elegant.html' title='Paint your face with something elegant..'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109939648914676423</id><published>2004-11-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:28:54.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of everything i loved..</title><content type='html'>"Take it or leave it." Were the words you chose over mine. So much reminds me of you and I miss your smile. 10.01 and this night is gone. I spent it ill while the world moves on. If time alone were the brush that paints with solace and misfortunate, my life would be a work of art. And I've seen this all before. Things shouldn't have gone this far. We shouldn't have gotten so close. But what made me believe? Was it the girl who made him forget all he's known. Every time he looked into her eyes. Or was it the boy who decided to give up his heart, and run away. Today is gone, tomorrow is mine but I'm still alone. (Keep breathing, keep dreaming, and keep singing for you). Bleeding out so much more, spilling blood since you've left. If I had a second chance id live a life waiting to death. So I walk to the store. I spent 450 to buy the ring you said you liked, cause I'm thinking of you now. Now I drive to the coast. The place where I drown all my fears. Let the water set me free. I'm screaming can you hear? Or is this the end of everything I loved? Are we destined for more? Why can't you look me in the eyes and tell me what you want to. I know you want to so bad! But I've seen this all before. Things shouldn't have gone this far. We shouldn't have gotten so close. What made me believe? It was you who made me forget all that I've known. Every time I looked into your eyes. And it was me who decided to give up my heart and run away. Today is gone, tomorrow is mine, but I'm still alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109939648914676423?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109939648914676423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109939648914676423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109939648914676423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109939648914676423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/end-of-everything-i-loved.html' title='the end of everything i loved..'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109939155458547090</id><published>2004-11-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T18:32:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i made the light shine for you, i'm giving up on you.</title><content type='html'>haaaaaay.. buhay. novemeber 2 and i'm stuck at home. bored. listening to silverstein, bamboo and usher. all day. waaaaaaaah. nag iisip isip kung ano gagawin ko sa buhay ko. ayaw pa ako payagan ng nanay ko sa laguna tom with the dogz. whata life. hay. cguro punta nalang kami sa spirits at common ground malate on fri. But that's not enough when you miss someone you're not supposed to anymore. Someone na may sobrang laking kaslanan ka. The feeling of guilt rushing to your head. The grant of apology but you just can't coz she's gone. And one of your closest friends (before)  likes her.  Even courting her behind your back. waaaaah. whatta life. i'm not happy with my life right now. lecheng buhay toh. Sobrang bum ko na. Wala kong ibang ginawa kundi mag pc and go online.. download stuff, reminisce and mag sound trip. haaaaaaay. buhay bum na loser. waaaaaaaah. i wanna go out but i cant. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cut&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109939155458547090?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109939155458547090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109939155458547090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109939155458547090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109939155458547090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-made-light-shine-for-you-im-giving.html' title='i made the light shine for you, i&apos;m giving up on you.'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974899.post-109938250069614478</id><published>2004-11-02T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T16:01:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unang araw.</title><content type='html'>hoy, bago palang.. hahahahaha. wala pa kong masabi. testing lang. wahaooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974899-109938250069614478?l=xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109938250069614478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974899&amp;postID=109938250069614478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109938250069614478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974899/posts/default/109938250069614478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxgivingupxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/unang-araw.html' title='unang araw.'/><author><name>xxgivingupxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550758134591144915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
