<?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-26403565</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:24:03.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hOpeLesS rOmantIc</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi whattup... I am bench.. your ordinary fella with an extraordinary life.. Hey.. If I am to maintain this blogspot id.. Imma be proud of myself.. my other webdiary is in www.xanga.com/trance_2019.. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-5593037129099967394</id><published>2006-12-20T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:47:16.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Term That Was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako makapaniwala na tapos na rin FINALLY ang term na 'to.. But my journey towards a new life has just begun... Brand new start... Brand new life.. Siguro let me just put it in a way that I am reverting back to my old self who is just super workaholic.. Who cares too much about the world he is in... Siguro mas maganda un.. Kasi when Bench did not care bout all the 'boring important things' he never was seen as someone who enjoyed what he had.. especially.. ok stop it na.. hehe.. But now.. Bench thinks he should care about them.. Prioritize to what is really important.. Never give up.. Never get tired.. He has still but a long way to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways brief recap lang ng mga nangyari ngaung term: (For me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACADEMICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out with a 4.000 gpa.. and really became complacent about it.. Ever since I got that gpa.. all eyes were on me na sa class room.. I can't help but feel like I am being monitored.. That's why I never slacked off.. Until two BIG incidents changed it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Mya na ung first incident.. The second incident was brought about by the enemy of all this term... Cheating.. Ayoko na magpaliwanang sa lahat ng tao na di ko kailangan magcheat sa ChEnOr1 at CETherm kasi tutal.. tapos na ang term.. But the incidents in itself gave me emotional tortures.. I felt like everytime I am walking.. i have a sign taped on my back that says: 'I am a CRIMINAL'.. Wtf.. but then again as I have said.. The term is over... May mga bitter pa rin dahil 3.0 ako sa ChEnOr1 at CETherm dahil naniniwala sila na cheatingero ako.. oh well... papel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also experienced my first failures in quizzes as far as my LaSallian Life is concerned... First was in ElecOne.. where I managed to get a 4.0 pa... and the other one was in QuanMet... Madali lang sya technically if i just put my heart in it.. But i did not because I don't have it anymore... My spirit was lost after all the adversaries have shrouded my petty career as an excellent student of Chemical Engineering. Ayan tuloy.. the freakin subject gave me my first 2.5... Indi na ako 3+ guy... I have a 2.5 na and it sucks.. (pasenxa na if I am bitter about it.. alam ko other people are being rubbed off the wrong way by this comment but I hope they understand my dreams and aspirations in life... Kanya kanya lang yan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. indi na mababalik lahat.. dahil tapos na.. Ang mahalaga.. indi ko hinayaan na tapak-tapakan basta basta ako ng mga taong natutuwa everytime I fall.. Alam nila whoever they are.. and I think they deserve a round of applause the last term cos they did really well.. Hahahaha!! But then again.. tapos na ang term... We all got what we deserve.. Di lang naman ako ang malungkot ngaung term eh.. pati ung bestfriend ko.. di ko na sasabhin kung bakit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ako ngaun magpapasalamat kay God dahil umabot ako sa First Honors Dean's List pa rin.. and I am still a regular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGPA: 3.417&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CGPA: 3.750&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku euan ko ba kung bakit ko pa sinusulat ito.. basta... Ito kc yung first incident na I was pertaining to awhile ago.. This freaking concept of love has disoriented me.. In the most beautiful way I can't imagine.. What bothers me lang naman... What makes me say na masama ang loob ko ay dahil wala naman akong ginawa para ipaalam sa kanya yung nararamdaman ko.. Ako na nga yung lumayo tapos ako pa yung lumalabas na masama.. Moreso.. wala naman akong hiningi na something in return.. bakit ako ginaganito..? Bahala sya.. panget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masama rin pala yung magmahal ka ng sobra.. as in sobra sobra.. Lalo na kung sa simula't sapul... alam mo na walang patutunguhan.. Ngayon.. I am searching for my soul.. for my heart kasi they took it away from me... at di ko alam kung saan nya iniwan.. But I am slowly moving on for the better.. para sakin.. sa kanya.. sa lahat... Masaya na naman eh.. tama na un...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have entertained other people.. pero no one would match the days we spent together.. siguro ang gusto ko lang sabhin sa kanya ganito.. and I pseudo-quote form Sweet November:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason I wanted to go away is because of the fact that what you will remember from then on would be the sweetest memories that we had.. If I know I am remembered that way.. I can face almost anything...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.. hindi ganun ung perception nya.. Kasi clueless naman sya all the while.. Isa lang masasabi ko.. Mahirap.. lalo na kung binago ng taong yon ung buhay mo as in 720 degrees pa.. tsk tsk... Pahinga muna yung heart ko.. may mga things pa akong mas kailangang iprioritize kaysa dun.. bahala sya bahala ako.. ang masaya.. may memories ako na maitatago.. kahit hanggang ten years or forever.. masasabi ko na mahal ko pa rin sya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaming life altering experiences in terms of friendships.. Una.. I strengthe my bonds with Jp and the rest of the girls in my life dahil sa isang concept na sa kanila ko lang naishare ever.. hehe.. At least I have frinds to keep for the rest of my life... May nawala rin akong kaibigan.. Pero di ko akalain na mapupunan din naman pala sa dulo ng term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natanggap ako sa LAmb and I am rebuilding myself there.. found great friends there whom I will trust na rin siguro in the long run.. good thing I found an outlet where I can be super workaholic sana... I am gonna do mny best tlga to keep my friends there in tact.. I mean family..:) In fairness ang saya ng Xmas party ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun.. alam ko naman marami pa rin ang nagmamahal sa akin.. kaya naman blessed pa rin ako.. Nadagdagan pa nga kasi andtio na sina Kennevy, Bebe, at shempre andto pa rin si Ces... Inuman buddies.. and friendships for life.. Naging close din kami ni sis Jamie..:P na ayaw pa rin paaway sa pagtawag sa akin ng Benj:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasko na naman.. di pa ako nakakabili ng mga regalo para sa iba.. hehehe.. Malamig pa rin ang pasko.. siguro dahil sa AC hehehe:) basta.. magyoyoga at magpapataba ako.. ung latter muna.. as for my New Year's Resolution... Next time ko ipopost.. Basta.. isa doon ang indi na pagyoyosi.. Sana.. hahaha:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-5593037129099967394?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/5593037129099967394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=5593037129099967394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/5593037129099967394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/5593037129099967394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/12/term-that-was-hindi-ako-makapaniwala-na.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-8838119948293919099</id><published>2006-12-17T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T05:41:17.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Guess It's Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every moment of it.. every single step we took together.. when you weren't mine yet I feel you were so close... Yet today.. tonight.. I feel empty.. I feel the bleak feeling of loss.. emptiness.. shallow.. yet the cuts are the deepest i have ever felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon.. i am all alone.. i thought you can be with me.. in this journey.. but now... I am alone.. while you are with someone.. someone you call your own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you.. Cos I you have hurt me so much.. tama na... I guess it's over.. Il take it slow.. bahala na si batman... i mean si joker.. I mean.. si Benson Fuentes... Thanks na lang sa life altering experience.. mwah.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-8838119948293919099?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/8838119948293919099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=8838119948293919099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/8838119948293919099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/8838119948293919099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-guess-its-over-i-remember-every.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-8363561049091035543</id><published>2006-12-07T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:25:18.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wo Xi Huan He Pi Jiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the rain finally over for me..? I don't know.. I have two more weeks to go through my life in my second term at dLsu.. I got in sa LAmb.. Met amazing people.. I think it is one of the things keeping me sane.. That I got in the organization...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually meron pang isang tao who keeps me believing I can get through anything... Kilala nina Loren.. nakita na nila.. Grabe.. nung Saturday lang.. after I took that stupid test in QuanMet.. I was sayng.. 'Who the f*ck is B___n?' Then ngaun.. I can't seem to end my day kung di kami nag-uusap.. Di ko pa naman sya like.. Kasi it's too soon to tell. And besides, I have said na rin.. na di muna ako magfafall for someone... tsaka may ineexclusively date sya ngaun noh.. Take it slow muna.. tsaka bahala na muna.. Aral na muna ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I stand this term (o yung mga nagmomonior jan sa akin.. chance niyo na to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanmet- I need 120 to get a 3.5... Yes.. It's true.. At sa lagay na un.. indi talaga ako nag-eexcel.. grabe.. Sana makaya ko pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CeTherm- I need a 100 in the finals for a 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChEnOr- I need a 110 in the finals for a 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChEnCal- I need a 95 in the finals to assure my 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ElecOne- I need a 92 in the finals for a .40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChEMath- I need a 92 in the finals or a 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thsi term is really draining.. Maraming naging revelations.. Marming nagbago.. nagago.. At isa na ako 'don.. Que Cera Cera nga ba?! Indi.. I can shape my GPA.. it is not yet too late.. Pero kanina I just needed a beer... I hope ikaw na yung iniinay ko na ibibigay ni God.. Il make everything perfect.. Thanks for coming.. I hope you'd stay unlike.. ___t___...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-8363561049091035543?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/8363561049091035543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=8363561049091035543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/8363561049091035543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/8363561049091035543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/12/wo-xi-huan-he-pi-jiu-is-rain-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-6723289794722812012</id><published>2006-11-25T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:02:59.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Challenge of Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe I had my seminar with my fellow Metrobank scholars and IT WAS A BLAST... sayang indi ako nakapagdala ng cam to take photographs of the event... Marami na akong new found friends with dahil parepareho kami ng nasa isip.. ang mangulet at mangulet.. at mag-aral.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya-saya ko.. andami ko natutunan kahapon.. Though marami ring eye-opening experiences.. i thing pretty much my character has been built to a higher extent.. I have been given a better horizon for my future because now.. I am determined to fight.. to never give up.. to laugh and cry with people who like me.. Live life to teh fullest and never think about what I don't have.. It is true.. i have been given so much, that's what people thonk if me.. and they, in turn, expect so much from me.. I must never falter.. i must never fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to thank for... And yesterday.. I defined them all.. so many people can love you for who you are.. So many people are there to support you.. I don't believe sa sinasabi sa One Tree Hill na you just need one out of the 6 Billion people to define your happiness.. Happiness is to be shared (for me) kasi to all of the 6 Billion people around the world.. And it is not happiness that is defined by at least one person... It is our loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very easy to fall into depression.. It is very easy to give up the fight.. But it is never that easy to bring back the opportunities that one can lose for a single mistake.. My life is going pretty so-so... I am recovering from the heart ache that disoriented my mund thw whole term..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it will never be too late.. God is with me.. And it is through Him where i can find real happiness... He is my rock right now.. And I am gradually but surely going back to Him... I am waiting for that someday when I can tell to the whole world about the perfect love story that I can possibly have.. i will wait for that time.. By then, everything will be perfect.. pero ngayon.. rest muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person who broke my heart: I am trying to stay in touch with you because I still want our friendship.. don't ever go away.. because if you really mean the 'I care' that you told me once.. you's never leave me.. ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my latest challenge.. the challenge of happiness... I have always thought I was the Class Clown.. who never runs out of smile.. But I seemed like a pathetic mascot.. who hid his melancholic face under a silly costume.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I am ready to put on my real clothes.. take on the world.. and overcome the struggles i am experiencing to triumph in my challenge for happiness...:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-6723289794722812012?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/6723289794722812012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=6723289794722812012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/6723289794722812012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/6723289794722812012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/11/challenge-of-happiness-grabe-i-had-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-3519960353963527558</id><published>2006-11-23T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:10:27.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is It Safe to Say It Was An Unforgettable Term?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started pretty hapy about the term that will end.. I was looking forward to another 2nd term first year scenario when I pulled out a big surprise out of everyone.. Though the surprise was still there... It was of a different shade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami akong natutunan ngaung term.. because this term has been full of deception... Mahirap ikuwento isa-isa kasi baka may dumating pa... Though I am definitely not anticipating for them... basta.. I won't speak na lang hangga't I have gone passed these struggles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta happy na rin ako sa heart ko.. Cos my heart is taking a rest... hahaha.. Kahit may fling fling jan sa tabi tabi.. kasi bakit ba ang mga bata ay mapaglaro.. Oh well.. Kaysa naman sa older na naman.. tsk tsk.. i hate them old people.. they hurt me so much..:) Basta.. I am enjoying my life.. panapanahon lang yan.. It's just my time to suck up all the struggles and shit life can bring us.. But I ain't gonna give up.. Ammah niggah!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paalala lang.. Ikaw.. OO ikaw.. hahaha.. di na kita mahal!!!! Sinaktan mo ako eh... Di pa ako ganun kastupid..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-3519960353963527558?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/3519960353963527558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=3519960353963527558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/3519960353963527558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/3519960353963527558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-it-safe-to-say-it-was-unforgettable.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-5774505947456436726</id><published>2006-11-18T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T06:10:33.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for that someday... When I can stand up and say to the whole world tha I couldn't care less about your existence ...but right now I am still torn between two of the hardest choices in life.. Continue a fight when I was the only one who keeps on fighting.. Or give up this feeling and forever be burdened by the decisions I have made in my life.. I know it was not fair on your part because there was no commitment involved between the two of us.. However, the things that you caused my life made me hope for something more.. a wish that I made.. that changed my life forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything won't be the same again.. But I am hoping for the day that I can accept that I am gone in your life forever.. And you are as well in my life.. But I can't as of now stop telling myself that I need you here in my life.. Kahit little attention is already enough for a simple person like me... gradually, I can let go... Though it might take long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time na nakikita kiang masaya... wala na lang ako magagawa... nagiging masaya na lang ako para sa yo kahit pilit kong pinipigil humikbi.. umiyak.. dahil aiokong magmukhang nagmamakaawa.. I hope you are reading this.. I know this might be shallow for you... Because the melody of your life has been already fixed.. fixed by your fate, your family, and yourself... While mine.. still frantic.. Audrey quoted once this line to me because she knows kung sino yung special someone ko... It's not actually a line but I guess a very striking statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Loving ____ is like fighting with destiny..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew what my feelings were.. and how they transpired from admiration towards you who heped me forget all my past (even 3rd Term&lt;--- ung crush ko dti na sinasabi ko sau pero di mo kilala) to a deeper emotional attachment... Eh di sana naiintindihan mo.. sana may reason para maging ganito.. Pagod na pagod na ako.. Pagod na akong maging masaya tuwing pumapatak ang mga ganitong panahon.. para sa iba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you're gonna realize&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see this though my eyes&lt;br /&gt;By then I won't even be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Even if I cared&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't really see my worth&lt;br /&gt;You think you're the last guy on earth&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got news for you&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;But it won't take long&lt;br /&gt;Won't take long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday someone's gonna love me&lt;br /&gt;The way I wanted you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Someday someone's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget about you&lt;br /&gt;Someday someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I know you can tell&lt;br /&gt;I'm down and I'm not doing well&lt;br /&gt;But one day these tears they will all run dry&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to cry, sweet goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-5774505947456436726?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/5774505947456436726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=5774505947456436726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/5774505947456436726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/5774505947456436726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/11/someday.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-7149840081849042466</id><published>2006-11-11T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:30:35.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just When I Thought Everything was Going Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my two exams last tuesday and everything turned out ok.. Im gradually forgettin na mahal ko xa.. kahit nga ung fact na nag-eexist sya... But when I had my CeTherm and QuanMet Quiz 2.. My world spinned 360 degrees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it 720..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was accused of cheating by my professor in CeTherm.. It was unfair on my part because I did not cheat i swear. But he was closed minded about it that he gave me a 0 for that exam. Should I thank him ba that he did not send me to the DO? No. Because I was innocent. Telling everyone what happened would seem like being so explanatory about the ish. But I swear on anyone's life that I did not cheat. Nor did I had an intention to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so saddened by the incident that I went home feeling so depressed. I needed to recover fast, I knew it. But for my QuanMet exam which was 1 day from it, my perky attitude wasn't even enough to help me feel confident about it. I feel I got so low sa exam na un..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to me.. Bakit ganito.. Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euan ko kung ano na ang gagawin ko.. Mag-aaral pa rin ako.. pero gusto ko na matapos ung term na to..:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-7149840081849042466?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/7149840081849042466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=7149840081849042466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/7149840081849042466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/7149840081849042466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-when-i-thought-everything-was.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116290632836309924</id><published>2006-11-07T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:09.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang Dami Nila. Ahaiii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe 'tong week na toh.. hahaha!!! Basta lahat sila.. Naglabasan... and to think... Start pa lang to ha... Im so in to the scrap book thing na gagawin namin ng mga friendsters ko.. hahaha.. cool kaya.. ang saya saya.. kilig naman ako.. hay naku pag isa sa kanila.. basta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper Lower or Middle Class?! Lahat na... ang saya saya.. hahaha Ok lang even if they are not mine.. (They daw tlga!! hehehe)  Khit hanggang tingin lang.. I know the one for me would come along rin naman eh.. Enjoy muna ako.. :P duhba.. miserable ang nakaraan pero it doesn't mean forever na iyown.. ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ililista ko na ba? hehehe.. Conserve, bag, shades, fOot (bago ito), bRownie.. hahahaha...ang saya saya!!!! hay kailangan na namin maisakatupad ung scrap book para araw araw.. hmm anu nga ba araw araw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay nga pala! Relatively ok lang naman yung exams ko kanina.. hay indi ako mag-eexpect muna... HussssHHH muna ako.. kasi the last time.. i was so pahiya sa classroom.. bwahahaha.. oh well.. this time silent ako.. Chos! ahahaha:) Indi.. totoo un.. tahimack muna me.. para walang expectations.. basta! alam ko kung anu ang hahabulin at kung paano habulin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aral muna ngaung college!!! Baka matalo niya ako.. ikaw un.. my past... Ahahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116290632836309924?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116290632836309924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116290632836309924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116290632836309924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116290632836309924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/11/ang-dami-nila.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116272873052138276</id><published>2006-11-05T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:09.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like Icarus.. Well, Almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would never die because of a dream which ended up failing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes consider myself ambitious when it comes to some things in life that I had wanted. Maybe it's just due to the fact that people are innately insatiable that i tend to want more than what I am supposed to have. I expected to much from people with regards to how they treat me or probably show their feelings towards me.. i guess I was just blinded by my heart.. the solemnity it has experience for the past four years that it has slept to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so confused lately. I don't know if i should give up this fight for the one who has stolen my hear unconsciously. Though it is deliberately going nowhere, I am still at the point where i don't want to wake up anymore from this seemingly sweet dream.. Though the light that flickers my only hope has long vanished in the dark.. I have been living my life as though I have been experiencing clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was actually living the biggest lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what am I to do..? I guess I just have to accept that everything is gone.. I dreamt to fly like Icarus.. Not by myself but with someone else...  I guess I had never been successful too just like Icarus.. But trust me.. I may never give up.. Because if i do, I'd be experiencing the exact same thing that happened to him.. Fall.. endlessly... until my heart again rests peacefully disturbed for eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night ya'll..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116272873052138276?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116272873052138276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116272873052138276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116272873052138276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116272873052138276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/11/like-icarus.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116247082088652011</id><published>2006-11-02T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:09.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Out Of Reach: Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I Failed My ElecOne Quiz1. Galing diba? I got 48/100. Ang saya... masaya nga ba? hehehe:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways sabi naman nila normal lang raw sa isang student yung magfail sa isang quiz.. Somewhere along the road.. People fail.. haha.. Oh well, as inevitable as it may seem.. Nobdy wants to fail din naman ayt? But I technically did not fail kasi may 45-50 points naman akong reserved dahil sa recitation.. BUT STILL... Puhunan ko yun para maging indi naman stressful yung final exams ko.. Ngaun.. ubos na yung investment ko.. I have to invest again.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang yun.. Il work double time na lang for ElecOne, QuanMet and other subjects para indi na maulit.. Nakainom ako knina konti pero ok pa naman ako..Sober lang.. haha! I don't care what other people are saying when they heard that i failed... I guess siguro it's their opinion na rin kung saan wala na rin akong jurisdiction.. I will care about people who care for me.. Dun sa mga tao who just keeps us hanging.. They don't deserve even a part of our precious time.. Ang paglilingkod man ay para sa lahat.. pero indi nito napupunan ang humongous void na sa pakikisama ng mga tao sa isa't isa... may isang taong palaging naglilingkod.. and others who just keep people hanging because they knEw that people who keeps on serving them cOULD not afford to lose them... tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change.. I guess I am still a person.. This time.. IT'S ON! Midterms pa lang... I guess the journey has just begun (^_^) Late? not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach na nga ba lahat? Sya siguro.. pero yung iba.. Within reach pa naman.. Ill just heed the advice of Mr. Sapang (my ElecOne prof) that life's events are based on a 90-10 percentage. 10% are the the circumstances that are out of our hands while the other 90% is up to our will and determination to push for something better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natigil yung diet ko.. garr.. Now.. It's back.. I am back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116247082088652011?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116247082088652011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116247082088652011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116247082088652011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116247082088652011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/11/out-of-reach-everything-ladies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116229911658412344</id><published>2006-10-31T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:09.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More To Life: Six Meals a Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get conscious about my weight.. I think I am so thin ngaun kaya naman mas nadedegrade pa yung looks ko.. Naman?! Kaya ngaun.. magpapataba ako.. but not to the extent na magiging balloon na ako.. I am actually planning 6 heavy meals a day.. Buti na yung ambitious keisa naman wala.. duhba?! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok naman ang studies ko eh... And I think kaya ko naman bawiin yung QuanMet ko.. So ngaun.. isa sa mga priorities ko ung mag-gain muna ng weight then take up some fitness lessons like uhmm YOGA.. pinakacheap na fitness lessons pero effective huh.. kasi by donation lang yung fees.. hahaha:) Anyways.. Sana maabot ko itong target weight program ko.. Hectic ang sked sa studies kaya naman nags-stress tabs na ako.. fight stress baby!!! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta.. kahit indi bigla.. hanggang summer ako magpapataba.. Lamon na kung lamon.. (yuck Bench! the terms huh?!) basta.. para sa akin to.. akin.. haha:) Ma-obsess man ako in gaining weight.. Kebs lang!!!:) Carry ko naman un!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano Bench? Game ka na b? (^_^) Sabi nya more to life eh.. Tama sya.. More to life.. More to eat in life!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116229911658412344?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116229911658412344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116229911658412344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116229911658412344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116229911658412344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-to-life-six-meals-day-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116204291971312444</id><published>2006-10-28T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:09.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... When You Were the Only Love I Ever Wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala mo pa ba lahat ng pinagsamahan natin.. How we met? How we talked.. how you and I showed to each other out true selves but not our true feelings...? Paminsan akala ko naiyak ko na lahat.. Pero at night there comes a point na Il just cry it all out.. again.. and leave myself clueless on why the heck am I letting these tears fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can never be good enough for you.. Marami kasi ang pumoporma for you... Marami ka rin namang taong pinagpapapansinan.. Naalala ko pa yung sinabi mo sa akin about your Lower years.. U know what it is.. As far as I can remember... sinabi mo sakin yung name na yun.. Now I think that name is significant in my present life.. Whatever the purpose of that event is.. I don't know.. Who am I to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that whatever happens between the two of us is no joke.. Na purely twists of fate lang.. because.. If so.. I guess I can't help but cry again.. cry all over again... With seeing you happy.. and seeing me crying in this blissful experience.. every night.. forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH... I just want to say it so loud... Though silence overshadows us.. Don't ever get hurt dahil sa decisions mo.. Cos Il ask you.. if you know that all the while I was dying because of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116204291971312444?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116204291971312444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116204291971312444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116204291971312444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116204291971312444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116187448675757491</id><published>2006-10-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:08.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Naiyak ko na Lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandang Pananong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile na lang siguro amidst the world shrouding me with all the loneliness.. I guess it's time for me to do what really makes me happy. Sabi ko nga kanina.. Para ka na lang drinking fountain para sa akin.. Maiinuman din kita... Hehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan ko lang pumila ng maaus.. masaya... para indi ako makasakit ng ibang taong dumaraan sa hallway ng Velasco at para discreet na rin yung pagtake ko ng chance para makainom.. Sa pagtakbo ng panahon marahil indi na ako makakahingi ng tubig.. pero ok lang.. pinakita ko lang sa drinking fountain na handa akong pumila... magtiis para sa kanya.. Mahal ko pa rin kasi yung drinking fountain ko.. hehe..:) Pero kung indi ako makainom.. Maaus na ang buhay ko.. Kasi natuto akong magtiis.. Naging maganda rin naman ang lahat lahat so pareho lang kaming may natutunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sinuman yung pagbibigyan ng mahal kong drinking fountain ng kanyang last drop of water.. Huwag mo sasayangin yung tubig ha.. Kasi binigay nya sayo ng buong puso yun.. so dapat icherish mo sya.. Kagaya ng pagcherish ko sa kanya though di ko pa siya naiinuman.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami na akong naiyak.. Cguro tama na.. Para maging masaya na lahat... Higit sa lahat.. Ako.. at ikaw.. Mukha namang ok kau eh.. masaya na ako poi..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang.. bago nya ubusin yung tubig sa yo, mahal kong drinking fountain... Masigurado mo na sya na talaga.. kasi ayaw kita masaktan... Mabuti naman at nandito ka na ulit.. Salamat.. Paalam.. kamusta?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya na ba ako.. ? Sana ito na ulit ang simula.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuldok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116187448675757491?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116187448675757491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116187448675757491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116187448675757491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116187448675757491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/10/naiyak-ko-na-lahat-tandang-pananong.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116152156428438126</id><published>2006-10-22T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:08.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RACIST DAW?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a jew and a pizza?&lt;br /&gt;A pizza doesn't scream in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a nigger and a snow tire?&lt;br /&gt;A snow tire doesn't sing when you put chains on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you call the Flintstones if they were black?&lt;br /&gt;Niggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't sharks eat niggers?&lt;br /&gt;They think it's whale shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a nigger in a tree with a briefcase?&lt;br /&gt;Branch manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you stop a nigger from drowning?&lt;br /&gt;Take your foot off the back of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get a nigger out of a tree?&lt;br /&gt;Cut the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the Alabama sherriff call the nigger who had been shot 15 times?&lt;br /&gt;Worst case of suicide he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you cross a retard with a gang banger?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who spray paints on a chain link fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do niggers stink?&lt;br /&gt;So blind people can hate them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there no nigger astronauts?&lt;br /&gt;Their lips explode at 50,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you babysit a niglet?&lt;br /&gt;Wet his lips and stick him to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get him down?&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to say "Motherfucker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you start a foot race in Ethiopia?&lt;br /&gt;Roll a doughnut down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does a Black man turn into a nigger?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he leaves the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a nigger with a Harvard education?&lt;br /&gt;Nigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a nigger in a courtroom in a 3 piece suit?&lt;br /&gt;The defendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a nigger and a spic in a car, who's driving?&lt;br /&gt;The cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Stevie Wonder always smiling?&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know he's black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take a nigger bitch to take a shit?&lt;br /&gt;9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... not really racist... hahaha! I bet niggers have same jokes for Asians, and other misunderstood sects of society.. I need not mention who...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116152156428438126?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116152156428438126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116152156428438126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116152156428438126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116152156428438126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/10/racist-daw-whats-difference-between.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116152082983888326</id><published>2006-10-22T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:08.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nang Tumigil ang Pag-inog ng aking Mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakas na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa ito sa pinakaemosyonal na linggong napagdaanan ko sa tinatawag nating buhay. Maraming nangyari. Maraming nawala.. Kahit wala naman pumalit. Marami ang nasira. Kahit wala namang kapalit sa buhay ko upang maging maayos. Heto ako... tinatanggap ang bawat dagok na nangyari sa buhay ko. Bakit? dahil yon ang hiniling ko... dahil iyon marahil ang ginusto ko. Mabait si God. Binigay nya kaagad sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sa loob ko.. may pag-aalinlangan. Ngunit huli na ang lahat. Sana nasagot ko na lang yung mga tanong nya. Sana hindi ko na lang piniling manahimik. Pareho lang pala ang mangyayari. Mawawala rin pala sya sa'kin. Sana binigyan ko na lang sya ng rason para mawala. Alam kong hindi nya kailanman maiintindihan ang lahat lahat. Kahit ako. Hindi ko rin mawari ang mga nangyari. Pero heto ako naiwan. Habang iniisip ko kung gaano akong nahulog sa patibong na animoy kumukubli sa bawat hanging mahihinga ko pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayunpaman, wala na rin akong magagawa. Wala na sya. Hindi na maibabalik pa ang lahat ng mga sandaling tanging inasam ko. Nawa'y maunawaan nya na kahit kailan hindi ako humingi ng pagmamahal. Sana maisip nya na naging totoo ako sa lahat ng mga bagay na umiikot sa aming dalawa. Sana.. sana... sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinabi ko sa sarili ko...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kakalimutan na kita... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinilit ko.. Masakit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinubukan ko.. Mahirap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ano'ng gagawin ko?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magtago?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tumakbo?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saan?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maliit lang ang mundo ko...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umiikot pa sa'yo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa leksyong pinilit kong matutunan dahil sa'yo. Ikaw ang una at huli na pagbibigyan ko ng ganitong damdamin... Sa mga susunod... Balik na sa normal... Patawad. Patawad. Patawad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula na ulit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116152082983888326?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116152082983888326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116152082983888326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116152082983888326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116152082983888326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/10/nang-tumigil-ang-pag-inog-ng-aking.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116092273391218109</id><published>2006-10-15T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:08.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kamusta Naman ang QuanMet?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila.. we should always save the best for last... Oh well that's what we all thought before taking our QuanMet exams yesterday. BUT WE WERE WRONG. QuanMet was no ordinary piece of shit. It was like an exam given by Satan for you to be saved from eternal flames of hell. But hey Satan I think is pretty smart to make sure that not everyone can have a carousel ride in being saved from his wrath. Damn him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I had answers on every number before the time given to us was up. I wasn't even really sure about it. Di ko alam what has gone wrong. Pati ung pyramid indi ko pa nakuha. Anubanamanyan!!!! Grabe na ito. Hay buti naman at nakuha ko ung last problem kasi un na lang ung consolation ko sa lahat lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon i am eying still for my goal. This term is no different than the other terms.. I have had worst cases than this. Remember EnglOne???? I lost my faith in myself because of that freakin subject. But hey. Quanmet... I hope I make it.. My experience in EnglOne will never happen again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEAR:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakapili na nga pala ako... Grades or Sya.... I pick my Grades...:) O well sya.. saka na..:) Kailangan ko ikeep kung anuman ang meron ako.. yun ung grades ko kasi un lang ang sigurado sa akin.. Ciao! Baboo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the probability kaya na I made the right decision?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116092273391218109?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116092273391218109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116092273391218109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116092273391218109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116092273391218109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/10/kamusta-naman-ang-quanmet-sabi-nila.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116065400739382647</id><published>2006-10-12T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:08.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mahirap Mag-Open-Up... Pero Nakaya Ko?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks have been the most stressful time I've spent at DLSU. Aside from the quizzes that have demoralized us tremendously... (haha!) I have been faced with the biggest dilemma I had to face in my life... Confiding with my best friends about the one who has won and took away my heart. It wasn't easy for me to tell them because I was not used to being open with my very personal love life.. :) But with the kind of friends that i chose to attach my self with, breaking my silence (or prolly noise) came as easy as counting from one til three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I can openly talk about it without my friends constantly asking "Sino ba?!" I asked Loren pa nga if now she knows why I fell so hard. I think she'll understand gradually na rin though right now we are opening up with each other more and more. I have proven to myself that it was in these times when our friendship will be put to the 'ultimate' test. But I guess it was not that much of a test at all. Because all the while they have been keeping their hunch of me liking ____. (Haha!) Nonetheless, formally they can say na "Shoit sya nga noh?! Sabi ko na eh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, however, that letting them know would eventually lead me to the point of letting go, the thing I wanna do for the longest time. I know they understood me on why I chose to fall rather than soar away from the one who has kept my heart crying for six months. They were but my best friends after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought lang before I end this.. Alyanna asked me a while ago if gusto ko raw mareciprocate nya ung feeling ko.. My mouth obviously said NO because it would take so much effort for that reciprocation to happen. But she then asked again "What if ireciprocate nya ung feeling mo...?" I told her na lang... "Then I would be the happiest person in the world.. Dream come true... Il never want anything.. anymore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said... I end this shit... thinking about us... being with u... but this crap won't take me anywhere.. But I am happy for you... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116065400739382647?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116065400739382647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116065400739382647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116065400739382647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116065400739382647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/10/mahirap-mag-open-up.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-116014395755052355</id><published>2006-10-06T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:07.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oo Na Ikaw Na!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung anuman ang nangyari.. basta sa kasalkuyan.. alam ko na ang totoo... marami ang nagtatanong, marami ang naguguluhan.. ngunit di ako makapagbigay linaw dahil maging akuman di ko alam... but kung marami man ang mga aspetong nakapag[abago.. maluwag ko itong tatanggapin dahil ito ang nakasulat sa tadhana ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo.. naniniwala pa rin ako sa tadahana kahit makailang beses ko na itong gustong baguhin... Sana lang maramdaman lang niya ang lahat ng nararamdaman ko... at pag nagkataon... maiintindihan nya rin.. mauunawaan.. na lahat ng ito.. kabalintunaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nalaman mo.. di ko alam kung ano ang nagawa ko.. ngunit kung anuman ang nagdaan.. atin na itong hayaan.. para maging masaya naman ako... naman tayo sa sarili nating mundo... ganito na ba palagi... sige.. deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-116014395755052355?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/116014395755052355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=116014395755052355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116014395755052355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/116014395755052355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/10/oo-na-ikaw-na-di-ko-alam-kung-anuman.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115927831633096947</id><published>2006-09-26T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:07.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pagparam ng Liwanag ng Puso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ____,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe! nakakainis... ba't pa kita nakilala.. hehe.. ok lang sana kung may purpose kang maganda in my life... but what can I say... i ended up falling for you... Andami kong gustong gawin para mapakita sayo how much I like you but u will certainly find me shallow... more so... weird... haha.. But what can i do... nothing exactly.. that's why I kept it to my self... That's why I kept all the pain.. all the tears to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to avoid you because each and evryday I hear your voice... I fall deeper.. I want to tell you how I tried waking up early just to see you... how i tried to stay just to see you... How you distract my mind in the most beautiful way I can't imagine... I am selfish.. i am immature because I thought to myself that life with you is possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew of the drastic changes to my life because of you... Cos I never fell for someone like you.. Grabe! Ngaun I can almost trade anything just to have you... BUT I CAN'T... I am a very simple man.. whose life has changed because of you... Changes that you never imagined because you never thought who i was talking about was you (or maybe sometimes, but in those times I ended up denying).... I am writing this because I want to forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to avoid you... But it hurts so bad just the thought of me.. wanting to get over you... I don't want to let you in my heart.. because I know you won't want it for me... for you... I thought u were afraid... Hindi pala... I was the one who was afraid... To lose your trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. I met you... You met me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does it Hurt So Bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why does it hurt so bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why do I feel so sad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thought I was over you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But I keep crying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When I don't love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So why does it hurt so bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I thought I had let you go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So why does it hurt me so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I gotta get you outta my head&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh it hurts so bad baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My life's been better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Since the day I left you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I must admit life's been kind to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I went and did the things I said I would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I found someone who loves me for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Haven't had much drama since the day that we split &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My heart's never been more at ease &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And when I think of all the things you put me through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Leaving you has been the best thing for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So why does it hurt so bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why do I feel so sad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I thought I was over you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But I keep crying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When I don't love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So why does it hurt so bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Baby I thought I had let you go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So why does it hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get you outta my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hurts me so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hurts so (yeah you do) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hurts so (hurts me so) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hurts so bad (did you know) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hurts so (that it hurts me so) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hurts so (so bad, hey hoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Never again" that's what I said to myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I never wanna feel kind of pain again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just when I think it's over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just when I think it's through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I find myself right back in love with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115927831633096947?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115927831633096947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115927831633096947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115927831633096947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115927831633096947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/09/pagparam-ng-liwanag-ng-puso-dear-grabe.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115815639278957049</id><published>2006-09-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:07.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's in a Song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... dami kong naaalalang magandang kanta ngaung mga panahong ito.. di ko lam kung bakit.. hmm.. dami kasi mga kanta na nakakarelate me.. cguro dahil preho kami nung sumulat ng kanta... hala! hehehe... anyways.. basta daming mga kantang naglilinger sa mind ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad na lang ng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somwhere Out There (Our Lady Peace)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss your purple hand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you taste...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now we are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is all so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're falling out of reach... defying gravity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...i know you're out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Without You (Charlie Wilson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you know how much i love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what we shared.. i can't forget...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heaven knows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...what to say even though for right now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're so far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Lately, my sun doesn't shine without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Love You Good Bye (Nina)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you goodbye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well i guess i was still bitter after all.. haha.. anyways... basta there are people out there who believe in me... i will not die...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though sometimes i imagine asking you... &lt;em&gt;'What about me? Don't you know that I am dying because of you?' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115815639278957049?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115815639278957049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115815639278957049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115815639278957049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115815639278957049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-in-song-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115798206998303967</id><published>2006-09-11T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:07.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Song For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here.. alone now... and i am thinking I am singing this song for you.. Said I love you for my life.. But you're a friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had a great day kanina... Sana maulit uli ung katulad nung last term... haaay I am once again keeping my hopes high ulit... hehe... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115798206998303967?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115798206998303967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115798206998303967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115798206998303967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115798206998303967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-for-you-here.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115764145885487377</id><published>2006-09-07T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:06.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can Lose You  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pwede ba umalis ka na sa buhay ko...  i don't wanna feel your presence because I am still hurting... I heal but while I heal... I am hurting stilll...&lt;br /&gt;I am avoiding you but your giving me reasons not to... please.. stay away of my life...  so please...&lt;br /&gt;....saya ng aming temr break bonanza... i got drunk... ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115764145885487377?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115764145885487377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115764145885487377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115764145885487377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115764145885487377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-lose-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115737919615137653</id><published>2006-09-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:06.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Knew Love 'Til I Found You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Because love was not you.... Now I know what Love is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very life altering experience... for the first time I was not bitter of the prensent my special someone has at the moment.... i knew they both love each other and I can not do anything about that... I don't want to cause trouble.... I don't want to appear as someone who is suffering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the very start I was taking a risk.... and sadly that risk did not pay off... Because I was afraid to tell the truth... I was afraid of getting hurt... I stayed on the safest side in my life... But at the end... i still got hurt... awww... sad...? not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i saw dead stars... but it was the dim cloudy skies of night time that hid those stars' light to my eyes... in the end... i thought i got over... but i was deceived.... the light of my star was still shining bright.... not extinguished... though i hoped it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met one.... it was you... but u broke my heart gently as ur wings have spread in my sky so blue... i thought it would embrace me... but i was wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved... i cried... alone.. but now... my Sun will shine... without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...i guess we were two different people....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115737919615137653?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115737919615137653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115737919615137653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115737919615137653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115737919615137653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/09/never-knew-love-til-i-found-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115728742073292925</id><published>2006-09-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:06.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Big Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be there for me when everyone wants to turn their backs against me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos I will be there for you if the same shit happens... No reservations.. No more questions....:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115728742073292925?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115728742073292925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115728742073292925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115728742073292925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115728742073292925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-big-question-will-you-be-there-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115728687869972290</id><published>2006-09-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:06.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Complete Me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlie Wilson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a lifetime, a thousand days have passed by&lt;br /&gt;Since I held you close to me&lt;br /&gt;If I could see that smile from my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know that I could live again&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;Even though for right now you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;I hope and I pray&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in your heart I'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;Girl, lately my sun doesn't shine without you&lt;br /&gt;Never noticed what it feels like to be without you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I took my last step and my last breath in my life ending&lt;br /&gt;Had to say just what I was feeling, girl&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my sun doesn't shine, sun doesn't shine without you&lt;br /&gt;This is more for me than for you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I finally see there's no substitute&lt;br /&gt;For what we have&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;Even though for right now you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you and show you&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever I can do to get back to you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, lately my sun doesn't shine without you&lt;br /&gt;Never noticed what it feels like to be without you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I took my last step and my last breath in my life ending&lt;br /&gt;Had to say just what I was feeling, girl&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my sun doesn't shine, sun doesn't shine without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115728687869972290?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115728687869972290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115728687869972290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115728687869972290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115728687869972290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/09/complete-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115669357031513207</id><published>2006-08-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:05.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I Curse People... I Tell Them Why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe.. isang term na pala ung nakalipas... andami nangyari kasi sa term na ito.. una.. lumipat kami ng haus... tapos di na ako maxado nakapagupdate ng aking blog.. pati na rin sa private diary ko sa xanga... marami na rin ako nakilala tulad nina roald and stephen pati si alyanna and mas naging friend ko pa sina auds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... Natutuwa ako kay sitti kasi ang gaganda ng mga renditions nya ng songs tulad ng Hey look at the sun and Tattooed On My Mind.. i am amazed sa lyrics.. nakakaasar.. hehe.. oh well paradoxical.. bwehehe.. anyways aun basta kasi ako i curse people when they are so sweet and kind... oh well papel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, ung mga friends ko and i met yesterday .. aun ang ingay na naman namin.. debut ng aking kababatang si lianne... grabe ganunna pala.. andami na ang nagbago.. eye opener ung party kahapon.. kasi napagtanto ko na rin at last.. na tatanda rin pala kami nina lianne.. akala ko forever na kaming ganito... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku course card distribution na sa wednesday and thursday...sana 4.0 ako sa MechOne, LbyPhy2, LbyCh21, AnaChEn, EngAnal and Litera1 pati PhyEng2 and LbyMem1...:) masaya ako pag naabot ko na rin sa wkas ang aking mga minimithing marka sa iba ibang mga kursong aking kinukuha sa CHE program....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115669357031513207?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115669357031513207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115669357031513207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115669357031513207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115669357031513207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-i-curse-people.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-115534212486361668</id><published>2006-08-11T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:05.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Epiphanies Come to Our Senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I have posted somethingin this blogspot of mine... Marami nangyari eversince I have been so bitter about the deadstars issue... haha... Marami akong nakilala... pero iisa lang naman sa kanila yung ginusto kong maging kaclose ko talaga.. oh well successful naman... kasi... basta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am just about to go to my practice for our poetry recital... OMG.. the term is about to end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I make it...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-115534212486361668?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/115534212486361668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=115534212486361668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115534212486361668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/115534212486361668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-epiphanies-come-to-our-senses-its.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114942322275549513</id><published>2006-06-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:05.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAD STARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a very beautiful story just to realize that my love for the person i like is already gone... I had thought to myself na ung nararamdaman ko will last forever... but I guess i presumed too soon.. Kagaya lang pala siya ng iba... Akala ko my love for them is so eternal.. pero it's like seeing the light of dead stars... long extinguished pero mukhang they are still in their own places in the heavens above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang ako now... I think it is far better to move on than forever to be deceived by the light of the dead stars... ang galing ni Ms. Wright... she brings out the best in every student... I really love Litera1 class... I get to explore my other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetic ang dead stars pero it served as a cure to my broken heart... Masaya kahit masakit na tanggapin na wala na kahit ang alam mo meron ka pang nararamdaman... But all of this are illusory aspects of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day... we are gonna be soooo over it... swear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"So all these years—since when?—he had been seeing the light of dead stars, long extinguished, yet seemingly still in their appointed places in the heavens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114942322275549513?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114942322275549513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114942322275549513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114942322275549513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114942322275549513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/06/dead-stars-it-took-me-very-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114821259845555587</id><published>2006-05-21T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:05.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;High Hopes for the Term to Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really lookin forward to next term especially the fact that Il hav another shot in aiming high for my major subjects.. I really hope I make it to my desired grade.. which is..  uhmm...4.0? jk  hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start Everything RIGHT!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114821259845555587?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114821259845555587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114821259845555587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114821259845555587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114821259845555587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/05/high-hopes-for-term-to-come-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114794406876718913</id><published>2006-05-18T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:04.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reality Fever Ends.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Yamin...He was by far my most favorite American Idol contestant.. haha.. anyways he got the boot just this mornin.. :( Sobrang ganda kasi ng mga kinakanta nya.. and his range was really so wide.. grabe... sayang pero ok lang.. he can make it big naman eh.. Pero bkit kaya lahat ng mga favorite ko nageend up in 3rd.. namely: Jasmine Trias, Vonzell Solomon, and Elliott Yamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways two favorite contestants of mine won in Survivor, Aras Baskauskas, and in The Amazing Race, BJ and Tyler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114794406876718913?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114794406876718913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114794406876718913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114794406876718913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114794406876718913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/05/reality-fever-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114715681607758137</id><published>2006-05-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:04.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. I think I can't forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. I don't wanna lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. I can't take my eyes away from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. I can't stop thinkin bout you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. I care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. I care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. I like everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. Shit. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Sick&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Neo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mmmm mmm yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Do do do do do do do-doOhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gotta change my answering machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuz right now it says that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't come to the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I know it makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuz you walked out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore(it's ridiculous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And for some reason I just(can't get over us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I'm stronger then this(enough is enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;No more walkin round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;With my head downI'm so over being blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cryin over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gotta fix that calender I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;That's marked July 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Because since there's no more you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;There's no more anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And how every song reminds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Of what used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?(Leave me alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Leave me alone(Stupid love songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dont make me think about her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Or having my first childLet it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Turning off the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuz I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So done with wishin you were still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114715681607758137?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114715681607758137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114715681607758137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114715681607758137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114715681607758137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/05/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114620663363969860</id><published>2006-04-27T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:04.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wish we had a photo together.. so we can see the way we were... so we can see the way we are... I never wished for us to be together but if time permits.. I will be happy.. most happy cos your with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lyrics ng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A photo can say a thousand things&lt;br /&gt;But it can't say the million things I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;A photo can capture the way we were&lt;br /&gt;But it can't capture the way we are&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're far away&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;were those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;br /&gt;Timing lost minutes and moments&lt;br /&gt;And I might be lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;In a second&lt;br /&gt;It all comes right back to me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's forgotten now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everything's saved&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;were those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;br /&gt;You were my life&lt;br /&gt;you were my faith&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope every day&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;were those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114620663363969860?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114620663363969860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114620663363969860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114620663363969860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114620663363969860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/04/photo-i-wish-we-had-photo-together.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114613304734827204</id><published>2006-04-27T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:04.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let Me Go Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home.. I wanna go home.. i wanna come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the circumstances that have been ocuring in my life, I may conclude to myself that I am seemingly lost nowadays.. I don't know why.. I can't seem to understand how but it is really amazing that despite the known fact of me being lost.. I don't want to look for the path back to where I was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened recently but one thing remains- I just miss one person.. It's hard.. sabi nila we should take the risk of telling the one we love our feelings.. kahit lalayo sila.. even if it will cause us so much pain.. but sometimes.. people just can't do the idealistic shit of letting go.. bcause they think that the love they have.. is the love they ever wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114613304734827204?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114613304734827204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114613304734827204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114613304734827204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114613304734827204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/04/let-me-go-home-i-gotta-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114585166227436234</id><published>2006-04-23T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:03.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teen Housemates ni Kuya...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think all the PBB housemates are phony.. I mean lahat sila.. hahaha.. why? Here's my take on them... Short lang ito kasi uhmm ayoko magtype masyado.. kktmad.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with uhmm... Gerald- High testosterone moron who thinks every girl will go ga-ga over him.. funny thing such creatures exists pa pala.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim- cutie cute gurl with na nice and very decieving smile.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina- *laughs* hahaha.. moment mikee arrives she thinks they already have a common friend.. haha.. She just wants to be liked but I think it will be otherwise.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamilla- Aaaaw... :( naH! i mean the gurl must face the consequences of her early motherhood.. enuf of the drama.. that's just a sympathy mechanism ya'll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldred- my personal bet but i think he's a little shy and all... I think smart kiddos should rule the whole game.. haha but he can't... we'll see though.. I'l give him the benefit of the doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt- Kanto-boy who just happens to have an american father.. but still a kanto-boy.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olyn- uhmm who the fuck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare- Very naive of the backstabbing and all.. very phony cos she's a beauty queen.. idealistic biatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam- again one of my personal bets but i think he might turn out to be the Mitch this season... everyone's friend at the start.. everyone's enemy when he will go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikki- ROBOT... haha.. a real ROBOT... she won't even take off her motorcycle jacket kahit nasa bahay na sya... cguro kasi di pa sinasabi ni kuya.. tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred- typical RO cadette.. CONTROL FREEEAAAK... Hahaha.. hunky daw sya... ahem... am i allowed to throw up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly.. ang pinakaphony sa lahat...&lt;br /&gt;Mikee-:) grade of 99?? ok.. kala nya kasi siguro sya lang.. hahaha.. but in fairness one of the thing na magpopropel up sa kanya sa game ay ang pagiging atenean.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.. I never auditioned for this show.. i just find them PHONY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114585166227436234?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114585166227436234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114585166227436234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114585166227436234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114585166227436234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/04/teen-housemates-ni-kuya.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114551447238461768</id><published>2006-04-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:03.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Chinese Coins I Bought Before the Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just wanna share wit ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/2763/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/2763/400/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/2763/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114551447238461768?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114551447238461768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114551447238461768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114551447238461768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114551447238461768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-chinese-coins-i-bought-before.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114551423219878327</id><published>2006-04-19T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:03.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Complete me... You Complete me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naniniwala ako sa kasinungalingan.. naniniwala akong mas mabuting hindi mo na malaman.. kasi mawawala ka lang sa akin.. hindi mo na ako kakausapin.. lalayo.. magagalit.. ayoko ng ganon eh.. kahit sa totoo naman masama rin yung nagtatago ng nararamdaman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naguguluhan na ako.. hindi ko alam kung ano ba yung dapat kong gawin... ikaw lang ung sinisigaw ng puso ko at hanggang kailanman ako maaring mag-intay.. basta andun ka sa dulo ng lahat ng daanang tinatahak ko.. aantayin ko.. titiisin ko.. dahil un lang ung makakapagbigay saakin ng kaligayahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap kang mahalin kasi marami kang pinipili sa buhay mo kahit para sa yo indi ka mapili.. kahit madali kang magustuhan.. nasa'yo ang kasagutan.. dinggin mo ang lahat ng pagsiphayo ng damadaming ang ninais lang naman ay magmahal... at mahalin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toni Gonzaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hhhmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hhhmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've tried to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These feelings of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I know it's not that easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let think you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Refrain: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Complete me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You complete me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've never felt this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Complete me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You complete me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like words in melody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't you know that we both belong baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't you know that we will last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't you know that we both belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I knew it from the start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoping that someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For that hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a simple hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And maybe tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm the reason you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And you make my day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Repeat Refrain &amp;amp; Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bridge: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're my shelter in the pouring rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just hope that you will see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You and me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Repeat Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114551423219878327?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114551423219878327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114551423219878327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114551423219878327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114551423219878327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/04/complete-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114541957964689008</id><published>2006-04-18T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:02.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE BELONG... or so i thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really was so happy nung pinoprofess ko na depressed ako.. haha... Feeling ko kasi I was in wonderland for like 5 hours... Basta... Sana ganun na lang.. pero palagi naman akong masasaktan kung sakaling ganun.. naguguluhan ako.. sana naman nakita na nya kung gaano syang kahalaga sa buhay ko... kasi alam ko kaya kong punan lahat ng pagkukulang ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alam ko kasi.. mahal ko siya.. pero this feeling is so premature.. this feeling takes away the reality of me getting hurt.. though it gives me comfort... though it gives me temporary happiness... I know id still end up getting hurt.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;completely you complete me... but u dared not complete me... for u know ur real happiness.. you may never find in me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114541957964689008?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114541957964689008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114541957964689008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114541957964689008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114541957964689008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403565.post-114537481841660195</id><published>2006-04-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:59:02.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey people... This is my new blogsite... I think Il be better in exploring myself by publishing more personal posts here... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's really quitefun people.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403565-114537481841660195?l=wadcarve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/feeds/114537481841660195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403565&amp;postID=114537481841660195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114537481841660195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403565/posts/default/114537481841660195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadcarve.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>bLogbEnCh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03413109146511133113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwJrwBswT8c/Sdlu4soSxQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qV-EAtktnXQ/S220/Bench.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
