<?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-2636397531004066</id><updated>2011-12-09T15:11:36.609+09:00</updated><title type='text'>kyutie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-7531944041796424948</id><published>2010-11-15T20:49:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:57:27.424+09:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIME can heal all wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIME can give you another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIME can help you forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIME can let you move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIME can never give back what was lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-7531944041796424948?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7531944041796424948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-can-heal-all-wounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/7531944041796424948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/7531944041796424948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-can-heal-all-wounds.html' title='time'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-5414369853072254981</id><published>2010-10-22T02:48:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:50:23.929+09:00</updated><title type='text'>speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So often we don't say '&lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;because we fear losing someone,&lt;br /&gt;but more often we lose them&lt;br /&gt;because we fear saying '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you love someone, tell them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;for hearts are often broken by words left unspoken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-5414369853072254981?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5414369853072254981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/5414369853072254981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/5414369853072254981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/speak.html' title='speak'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-1511442499972685704</id><published>2010-10-22T02:38:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:40:42.414+09:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Letting go, even if it hurts, doesn't mean you have to let go of everything.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to let go of the person  and your feelings for that someone.&lt;br /&gt;But the memories will always be there whether it's good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;And every time you remember those memories, it will always put a smile into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;And be glad that once in your life this person made you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and have put colors into your life even if it's just for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-1511442499972685704?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1511442499972685704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-go-even-if-it-hurts-doesnt-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/1511442499972685704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/1511442499972685704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-go-even-if-it-hurts-doesnt-mean.html' title='memories'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-8528529040736761238</id><published>2010-10-22T02:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:38:21.991+09:00</updated><title type='text'>blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You fail to see the one who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;standing right in front of you. .&lt;br /&gt;As does she fail to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;when you already love her in turn. .&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her wait too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because it might be to late then. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-8528529040736761238?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8528529040736761238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/8528529040736761238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/8528529040736761238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/blind.html' title='blind'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-4451355586028787036</id><published>2010-10-22T02:29:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:35:29.022+09:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It's amazing how we realize things when you lose someone. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get mad at yourself for not saying&lt;br /&gt;the things you could've a million times. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take for granted the days spent doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;when you could have been with them. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;but we always wait until they're gone to say&lt;br /&gt;the things we never had the courage to before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-4451355586028787036?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4451355586028787036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/4451355586028787036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/4451355586028787036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-6090935638635847201</id><published>2010-10-22T02:24:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:27:26.607+09:00</updated><title type='text'>no regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I could never regret loving you. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Because even if you didn't love me anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know that you once did and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that is the most wonderful feeling. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Because I never thought that I deserved your love. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2636397531004066-6090935638635847201?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6090935638635847201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/6090935638635847201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/6090935638635847201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-regrets.html' title='no regrets'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-3136989404608740294</id><published>2010-10-22T02:20:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:23:04.302+09:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A guy and a girl can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But at one point or another one of them will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; for the other. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; temporarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;wrong time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Or maybe, just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;forever. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-3136989404608740294?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3136989404608740294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/3136989404608740294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/3136989404608740294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-1092027790027712529</id><published>2010-10-20T16:31:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:41:12.869+09:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;never sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; cry. they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;insensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. they're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; them just the way they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-1092027790027712529?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1092027790027712529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/1092027790027712529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/1092027790027712529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-8371961741363973723</id><published>2010-10-20T16:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:29:44.573+09:00</updated><title type='text'>JANG GEUN SUK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i will stop my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;just to spin &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-8371961741363973723?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8371961741363973723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/jang-geun-suk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/8371961741363973723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/8371961741363973723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/jang-geun-suk.html' title='JANG GEUN SUK'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-4997430818431459579</id><published>2009-06-28T12:19:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:03:41.054+09:00</updated><title type='text'>U in CHRIST</title><content type='html'>++&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be a very long and boring day. i just kept on wishing that the day would end soon. but later then, with an unexpected turn of events, right then i wished to stop time and be still on that moment forever. a place of comfort and soundness. a place like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;DYA CONFERENCE '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started it with a celebration of the Holy Eucharistic mass. then poured out the youth's energy and enthusiasm by a parade from the San Jose Parish to SCC-YDC gym. we relaxed and look for our happy place, oh, i mean, our respective places in the gym. after switching places every now and then, we finally settled to the left side of the gymnasium. then the conference started and ended swiftly, now becoming a priceless memory and experience of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;UNITY Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the lyrics but i swear that was great. SUPER! and one line of the song i didn't forgot is this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Move to the groove, CHRIST is the prize."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;Saint Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main focus of our conference is about the life and faith of Saint Paul who was once known as Saul of Tarsus, the prosecutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;Saint Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had group activities and i am in Saint Mary's group! i admire one of my groupmates. wetwew! though he's from Pagadian still its the first time i've heard him speak. and i secretly peeked on his nametag to see for myself what his name is. and it's Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;Session! Session! Session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first session was about faith. sounds fun as faith is often illustrated with a relationship with the other being. yet faith is so hard to achieve. so easy to say but so diffucult to portray.&lt;br /&gt;second, unity in Christ. as far as what Fr. Suarin had stressed during his lecture, unity in Christ means living ecumenically with all.&lt;br /&gt;and last yet the most memorable for me was the talk of Sister Aquinas. she had given us two challenges as we go on with our conference. first challenge was to live out what Fr. Suarin was telling us and second was to be silent. be SILENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;it's time to partaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showcase of talents from the different vicariate areas had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sssshh. be silent so that you'll know how to listen. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-4997430818431459579?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4997430818431459579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/u-in-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/4997430818431459579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/4997430818431459579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/u-in-christ.html' title='U in CHRIST'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-5663125817195684761</id><published>2009-06-27T19:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:49:02.198+09:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;he was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; but not really&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've never really had him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, i never really lost him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess, this is how we'll always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i had him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he had me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but then again, there's no us really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-5663125817195684761?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-8445580641505589664</id><published>2009-06-20T14:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:48:42.289+09:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/1695/gifninjam.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/1695/gifninjam.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-8445580641505589664?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-6434637989068980153</id><published>2009-06-17T00:39:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:45:30.226+09:00</updated><title type='text'>right now</title><content type='html'>++&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep but i don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;i am a little troubled right now.&lt;br /&gt;friends are going further.&lt;br /&gt;people are away.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;i am alone.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered a friend but then he seems busy.&lt;br /&gt;i can't talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;i want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;nitee. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-1346931075096192270</id><published>2009-06-11T13:09:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:46:44.494+09:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after a long while, we had the chance to talk and see each other again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i smiled at him and so did he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"so, what's going on with your committed life?" i asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"we're FINE," he answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's a tone of declaration and truthfulness in his voice. somehow, it made me feel sad. but i also heard a hymn of loneliness on the way he stressed out those words. i wondered and it made me quiet. we're both very still and silent. it's deafening. and for me its already killing inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;breaking the silence, he asked, "are you alright?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i stared at him and then i nodded. looking away i nodded again staring blankly at nothingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then the words came instantly from him and started to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"i've &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; missing you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the word 'BEEN' hit me. it's like somebody had slapped me in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"i miss your voice. i miss your face. the expressions only your face could make," he paused, cracking up a hurtful smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then, he continued, "i miss the touch of your hand. i miss how gentle we put our hands together. i miss how loose your grip was and how i tighten mine so that i won't lose you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i explained to my self, 'my grip was loose beacuse i know you already belonged to someone and holding it tight will make it very difficult for me to let go.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"i miss the way you laugh at my silliest joke. i miss the way you cry over friendship and some drama movies. i miss the way we fight over small things and laugh a minute after. i miss the way you get angry with me and the way you scold me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"i miss your text messages. i miss the songs you once sang to me. i miss the times thinking hard on what song should i sing to you every night. i miss the times i play the guitar beside you. i miss the times that i would walk you home and i end up getting home very late. i miss how we look at the night sky together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'i miss that, too,' i said under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"i miss the time when i slept at your lap and you in mine. i miss your irrated smile when i tickle you and when i touch your nose and your face. i miss your tired look, your worried aura, your sleepy eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"i miss you. i miss your company. i miss the way we we're before. i really do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he hugged me tight as tears fell from his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and right before a single tear fell from mine i realized he loves me as much as i love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hugged him tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i woke up.&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/2636397531004066-1346931075096192270?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1346931075096192270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-3850998313327224423</id><published>2009-06-08T00:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:21:49.174+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my bad</title><content type='html'>++&lt;br /&gt;meeting you was the greatest thing that had happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you was the biggest mistake i've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tseyk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;yippey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang pasok! walang pasok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenk u na rin sa A(h1n1) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 1 week pah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chege. gudnite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-400346924888191403</id><published>2009-06-01T13:49:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:54:25.925+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored</title><content type='html'>++&lt;br /&gt;june nah jud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmm. ui. happy monthsary sa mga tawong karun ang monthsary. haha. sa mga nakabalo kinsa cla. ato2 nalang ni. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenchu sa treat gahapon. mwah. lab u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. apir. wala lang. mis u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;ahem. te peng. processing pa imu order. excited au huh. hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;wel. ahmm. hi. hihi. amping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;mi. kie rka? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;okey rah bya. wala lang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-400346924888191403?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/400346924888191403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-nah-jud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;they say you'll only realize a person's worth until they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;guess that's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;many things had caught up on me this week. yes! its caught up. well, my past caught me up this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;regret seems to be a part of what i'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;may be it's too late. or may be not.&lt;br /&gt;everyone deserves a second chance. and i think i am not an exemption to that "everyone". may be i deserve a chance. but will he give me that chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;drama lang. lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;hmmmp! arrrgh! .sigh.&lt;br /&gt;my weekend is both at its best and at its worst. it's really very hard to mix friendship with another kind of love. most especially if he is inlove with my "used-to-be-bestfriend". and what's best and at the same time worst? it's when my "used-to-be-bestfriend" shows signs of uncontrollable insecurity. insecurity is the best thing but her way of showing that "she-is-so-not-insecure-of-me" gets into the core of my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;haha. feeler lang bitaw q ui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-2701719122757749883?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2701719122757749883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/aloha-im-back-they-say-youll-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sound trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I had one chance to in my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wouldn't make no changes now or way back when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if everything turns out the way I hope it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I cant wait to find out what it is that God knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I don't wanna think about what's gonna come around for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll just take it day by day 'cause it's the only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be the best that I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never pretend to be something I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You get what you see, when you see what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We live in the real world, I'm just a real girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know exactly where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And all I can do is be true to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't need permission from nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause this is the real world, I'm not a little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know exactly who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And nothing's ever perfect there's no guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if I knew the answers it would put my mind at ease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'll just keep on going the way I've gone so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And maybe I'll end up tryin' to catch a fallin star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I don't wanna think about what's gonna come around for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll just take it day by day 'cause it's the only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be the best that I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never pretend to be something I'm not&lt;br /&gt;You get what you see, when you see what I've got&lt;br /&gt;We live in the real world, I'm just a real girl&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly where I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is be true to myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't need permission from nobody else&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is the real world, I'm not a little girl&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby this is who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't need you to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause everything is right where it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wont be long til you know about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I don't give a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even when I'm out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause everythings just how it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it wont be long till you know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never pretend to be something I'm not&lt;br /&gt;You get what you see, when you see what I've got&lt;br /&gt;We live in the real world, I'm just a real girl&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly where I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is be true to myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't need permission from nobody else&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is the real world, I'm not a little girl&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-61653810874899560?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/61653810874899560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/61653810874899560'/><link rel='self' 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lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so how are we to know that its just isn't so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and that we just have to let each other go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;there were many times when we shared precious moments but later on we realize they were only stolen moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if loving you is all that means to me and being happy is all i hope you'd be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then loving you must mean i really have to set you free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;each day we meet my love for you keeps growing but at the same time it makes leaving you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;much harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;letting go is not an easy task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when smiling feels like wearing this lonely mask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it hurts deep inside and i just can't hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-94382988515592247?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/94382988515592247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/94382988515592247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/94382988515592247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/song.html' title='a song'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-8994655597106682955</id><published>2009-05-11T14:33:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:39:24.323+09:00</updated><title type='text'>true or false</title><content type='html'>mana nah amu exam sa midterm. yehey! nagcheck me ganina sa amu papers. huhu. naluoy q sa amu usa kah klasmate ke xa ang g'blame sah uban tungod ke wa da nya g'discuss tong u sa mga gpang'enumerate ni sir sa test 2. and then naa mi usa kah number nga gilalisan whether true or false. mangau pud q comment whether true or false bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Earning profit is ONLY one of the goals of business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dugay jud mi naglalis bout ana. ngau q ug comment bout ana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-8994655597106682955?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8994655597106682955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-or-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/8994655597106682955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/8994655597106682955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-or-false.html' title='true or false'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-7717956355586291158</id><published>2009-05-06T22:28:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:39:27.689+09:00</updated><title type='text'>better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whew! another exhausting day had ended. it's the birthday of my sister pala today. apee bday soy. apee bday pud pamz. well, anyway, finish nah jud aq exam sah calculus ug stat. i'm worried with my exam in statistics. i've lost 20 points in the first problem because of the interval width thing. grrrrr! hope i'll still pass the exam. im just so worried. im done reporting kanina. pnahirapan aq ni sir jil. tapos nakita q ung babaeng ayaw q makita. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enough for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the best thing today? i think we're getting better nah ulit kahit d pah maxado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, lights off nah kami. nitee. mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-7717956355586291158?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7717956355586291158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/whew-another-exhausting-day-had-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/7717956355586291158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/7717956355586291158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/whew-another-exhausting-day-had-ended.html' title='better'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-4383595567740159371</id><published>2009-05-05T14:35:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:39:38.107+09:00</updated><title type='text'>late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got up late in the morning. i rushed to school forgetting why i'd slept so late. after my first class was done i remembered the reason for such thing. i was so occupied by a friend. we talked about the least person i thought of as our topic. that was great, i almost told him everything. everything except for the name of the person. i think my friend already knew who i was referring to the whole time. of course he knew him. he always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-4383595567740159371?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4383595567740159371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-up-late-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/4383595567740159371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/4383595567740159371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-up-late-in-morning.html' title='late!'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-6083323585188652415</id><published>2009-05-03T22:22:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:39:51.702+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm done with my report. am so exhausted. i've done many things today. i went to the church together with my family. my younger sister had received the sacrament of confirmation today. i saw an old friend whom i've been missing so much. i went with my mother to buy something for lunch. then we watched pacman's two-round match with mr. hitman. after which we watched a horror movie and ate our lunch. then after the washing of dishes were done. i went reading and soon enough after two hours i realized i have closed my eyes and wondered to sleep. then a friend came over and the worst thing that had happened this day followed. i felt sad and in pain. i resorted to my friends but none of them seem to gave me an idea of what to do exactly. i am battling over my mind and my feelings. and then i realized it was really over. i continued working with my report. of course, still bothered with the ended bond with him. i can't concentrate much on what i was doing. from time to time i have to glance over my mobile phone hoping i'd get a text from him. i ate my supper. still feeling stiff and dull. i continued doing my reasearch for the report and later i felt nauseous. my head ached because of too much computer thing. i can barely stand more than an hour infront of the computer. my eyes will be complaining and if not listened to headache will follow. but i didn't mind. i continued until i really can't take it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-6083323585188652415?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6083323585188652415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/6083323585188652415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/6083323585188652415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-done.html' title='i&apos;m done'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-4495061221987974636</id><published>2009-05-03T17:38:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:40:03.025+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sala naq</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wala q kasabot sa aq na'feel. i'l admit, dugay na jud q ga'huna huna nah bulagan nah xa pro mahadlok q masakitan xa. so, i just keep on doing my thing. nkadugay mi, ngkalayo q nya. mao nah amu pirme awayan. pirme q wala'y tym sa iya. dghan nah kau q ug sala nya. maybe i deserved this. well maybe "deserve" is not the right word to use. i do not deserve this because its what i want to happen ever since he's been so protective. he just changed man gud. mas agresibo, over-protective, seryoso nah kaau. that made our relationship boring. that pushed me away from him. wala'y adlaw nah dli q masuq niya. i seldom think of ending our relationship. and by saying seldom i actually mean everyday except the day he cried. that stopped me. because of that incident, i always consider his feelings. na'realize naq i've never stood up for him. kung xa pa'storyahon, para naq balewala ra daw tnan iyang gpangbuhat para naq. well, part of it is true though. nakonxenxa pud bya q. wa jud qy nabuhat para nya. atleast man lang mka one fourth q sa iyang effort. wala jud. dghan au q ug excuses everytime nahan xa magkita me. cguro nakonxenxa lang q that's y im hurt. hay ambot. wa pud jud q kblo unsa. wa jud q idea. dghan man pud malipay sa nahitabo. first and foremost is iyang former girlfriend and second is his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-4495061221987974636?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4495061221987974636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/wala-q-kasabot-sa-aq-nafeel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/4495061221987974636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/4495061221987974636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/05/wala-q-kasabot-sa-aq-nafeel.html' title='sala naq'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-5504840750375270172</id><published>2009-05-03T17:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:36:51.671+09:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over</title><content type='html'>i can't seem to find my self..&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the pain inside me..&lt;br /&gt;slowly creeping and making a hole in my chest..&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for this day to come..&lt;br /&gt;to be free again..&lt;br /&gt;to be free from him..&lt;br /&gt;but i never imagined this kind of pain..&lt;br /&gt;i thought it will be just fine..&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just a normal reaction..&lt;br /&gt;a normal feeling..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just get over it..&lt;br /&gt;i've done it before..&lt;br /&gt;i can do it twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's far better that he chose to let go of me first..&lt;br /&gt;because i think he would feel less of the pain&lt;br /&gt;if ever it'll be me who'll end it..&lt;br /&gt;i think i can handle it much better&lt;br /&gt;than him, if he's in my situation right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wondered, why i am feeling so bad..&lt;br /&gt;so bad that i wanted to explode..&lt;br /&gt;so bad that i wanted to cry..&lt;br /&gt;to cry out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know this is all my fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, i want it to end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the pain would not subside..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-5504840750375270172?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-7757077389167338563</id><published>2009-04-07T19:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:26:08.128+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a taste of reality</title><content type='html'>(unedited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 9:44:03am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;gud am..hw thick n dull s ur fce grl?u seemed so cnfidnt n rplyng my sistr,nd pissng her of...u ruined r**** nd g****'s rlatnshp,!myb r**** ws nt hpi wd my sistr nymre,.nd 4 d cause,8s u hu'v bin arwnd flirtng..do u bliv n KARMA?wa8 it'll cme 4 both of u..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 9:49:41am):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u myt nt knw me..,nd g**** dat much..jst pray i'd nt see u nd r**** n my way nd g****'s way.,so u'l nt get embarass.,u choose hu wl u mess up wid r*** m** g******..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling:&lt;/span&gt; xcuse me? im not dull. nd its not my fault f she'd got herself pissed off. i did not do anything 2 her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:02:36am):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh reli?dn wat r u goi'n 2 call ur slf?slut?u knw wat.,jst get rid on g****'s way.,nd my way too..u donnot knw hu ur messng up wd..nd by d way, ur g******* frnd?hmmm..sooner or la8r il cme 2 c u thru her.,am nt threatning,jst tel'n wat 2 hapn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;get rid of ur way? hu r u anyway? i did not ruin any relationship here. i've got him fair n square. can't u just sit back n accept d fact he n ur sister were thru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:06:22am):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tel ur bf r****.,he'll hv hs KARMA comi'n hs way soon,oh i 4got..including U..,stealng boyfrnd frm otherz s bad,vry2x bad,dnt knw dat?..tripple d KARMA s so scary..tel r**** he jst dropped d bg fsh n d ocean,nd too bad he catches d smallest 1,nd 8s YOU..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;i did not steal anything. n i've got nothing to b afraid of. n pls dont spill so much of wat ur tru colors r. coz datz wat losers do. dy cant accept sum realities of lyf. i dont give a damn to wat u  thnk of me. nd dont u dare talk to me about karma coz u dont know anything about wat rili had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:09:24am): &lt;/span&gt;oh,yeah,i knw they're through alrdy,nd dats bcoz of u.,wel,anyway 8s nt a bg deal nymre..he's nt worth 2 b wd,.ndgrl,rmembr ds,ds damn cty s too small 4 us,jst dnt block my sistrz way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;bcoz of me? s dat wat u think? oohh. its a privilege! don't block her wat? s she d driveway? cant she stand up on her own dats y its u hu's nagging me now? wat a dumb girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:16:17am): &lt;/span&gt;ows?me?ur 2kng 2 me?y dnt u ask hm?r u blind?dey wer stl 2gethr wen u came n der way..,ur only 18 yrz old,dami mo pang kakaining bigas...my sistr s nt a loser,she's a celeb,wel,myt as wel sed,she jst gave her old toy 2 an ugly duckling lyk u..,look at ur slf n a mirror,nd cmpare ur slf 2 my sistr's fce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:19:am): &lt;/span&gt;of corz i hv ol d ryts.,blood s thckr dan wtr..by d way,u nd r**** cme up 2gthr,n a perfct blend..tanks 4 d tym..jst dnt let ur slf roam arwnd d cty so i wont c u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:21:48am): &lt;/span&gt;owhs,she's nt d drve way,she's jst d long windng road,dat she chooses hu wl pass through.,nd since,she doesn't lyk u,me neithr,..back off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;so am i a criminal here? ur not d one hu had been feeding me up so u do not have any of d ryts stated or not stated n d law to prevent me from doing watever i wana do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:25:13am): &lt;/span&gt;wel,ds s a dmocratic country,u cn do watevr u wnt nd watevr u wnt 2,..jst hav ur limitatn..of corz,am nt d 1 feedng u,i dnt lyk feedng snakes..tke ur tym..jst back off..i knw ur a smart girl..tanks 4 d replies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;thank u! i'l take the latter part as a complement. bt im not backing off coz im not guilty of anything. im doing good here n ur doing worst by ntruding my lyf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;can u pls b clearer n ur english. i can hardly understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:27:15am): &lt;/span&gt;a c******* s2dnt doesnt undrstnd a smple englsh frm a englsh tchr,a broadcst journalist,nd a reporter frm abs-cbn..,oh,my gosh,wat ashame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;ur d one hu's putting urclf nto shame. u col urclf an english teacher? u must b kidding me. ur making me laf. wd ol dos profexons u shud know up to wer ur edges shud end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:32:48am): &lt;/span&gt;Helom beh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;can u pls tell g**** HATING ME WON'T MAKE HER PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;angry girl(6-Apr-09 10:38:42am): &lt;/span&gt;oh,she doesn't ha8 u r***.. n fact..she luv's u 4 replacng her frm r****..:-) good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling: &lt;/span&gt;oh really? does she luv me? s ds her way of showing her luv? how fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE RESPONSE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-4519172135101178110</id><published>2009-04-05T22:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:16:14.493+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i might regret it</title><content type='html'>i really wanted it to end..&lt;br /&gt;when things don't go the way i want it to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time he turns me down,&lt;br /&gt;i became so hard on forgiving him..&lt;br /&gt;every time he commits a little mistake,&lt;br /&gt;i make him suffer so great..&lt;br /&gt;every wrong move he make,&lt;br /&gt;i make it a reason to let him go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did not..&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that i'll regret it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him go?&lt;br /&gt;end this relationship?&lt;br /&gt;that's what i always think every time&lt;br /&gt;we're not doing fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i realize,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot find any other like him in this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot find someone who would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;whatever you do i'll never give up on you&lt;br /&gt;because i really love you that much..&lt;br /&gt;=(..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-4519172135101178110?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4519172135101178110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-321800836085172952</id><published>2009-03-29T10:33:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:38:45.912+09:00</updated><title type='text'>bite of jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to my friend's girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;once we were friends of her and i am also a friend to him..&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit i love him but he loves her..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we're just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and you're together..&lt;br /&gt;but why is it i became one of the reasons for the both of you to start a fight..&lt;br /&gt;he says he's just keeping his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; to me..&lt;br /&gt;and that it's not something to be beyond that promise..&lt;br /&gt;she say's she had enough of him..&lt;br /&gt;every time she mentions me he concludes it as&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; jealousy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;she says she's not jealous, she's just don't like the fact that&lt;br /&gt;he cannot tell her his whereabouts when his with me..&lt;br /&gt;she says she can understand&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that's contrary to what she is doing..&lt;br /&gt;when they are together they are perfectly fine..&lt;br /&gt;but when she saw me approaching her mood swifts by almost instantly..&lt;br /&gt;when i am around, i can sense that she is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;uneasy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and the worst we've been the closest of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; before..&lt;br /&gt;yet she yells that we are not friends&lt;br /&gt;and that i am&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; angry&lt;/span&gt; with her&lt;br /&gt;and hopes that i would still consider her as my friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-321800836085172952?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/321800836085172952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-friends-girl-once-we-were-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/321800836085172952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/321800836085172952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-friends-girl-once-we-were-friends.html' title='bite of jealousy'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-2433812933596115340</id><published>2009-03-04T23:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:28:36.583+09:00</updated><title type='text'>same old mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;i am starting to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love him again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but he's starting to make me feel that i've made a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i have given him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but he had given me another reason to hate and put the blame on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i have given him my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trust and loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but he had given me nothing but pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but all he said to me was lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and worst of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;he is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;same person&lt;/span&gt; who had hurt me before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;same old mistake&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;same old alibi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;same old lies&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but this time, the pain is much so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unbearable..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-2433812933596115340?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2433812933596115340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/same-old-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/2433812933596115340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/2433812933596115340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/same-old-mistake.html' title='same old mistake'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-2978261943719603911</id><published>2009-02-09T12:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:27:01.140+09:00</updated><title type='text'>im fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now things are starting to fall back into its places.. i feel alright and some things are happening way beyond my expectations.. old relationships are getting stronger.. i've found out who my real friends are.. my relationship with my family are even tighter.. so i want to thank GOD for all the blessings i am enjoying right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-2978261943719603911?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2978261943719603911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/2978261943719603911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/2978261943719603911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-fine.html' title='im fine'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-9087753507164730070</id><published>2009-02-08T16:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:40:11.264+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a message..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"it's painful to fall in love with someone who has someone else..&lt;br /&gt;especially if you tried everything to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ignore&lt;/span&gt; the feelings..&lt;br /&gt;worst is, if that someone made you feel as if you're someone special..&lt;br /&gt;but then, you are just special&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never would be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"you know what's weird?&lt;br /&gt;it's when he already have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; as his someone who he loves&lt;br /&gt;and someone who holds his heart..&lt;br /&gt;but still he falls in love with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, who just simply walked by.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-9087753507164730070?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/9087753507164730070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/9087753507164730070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/9087753507164730070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/message.html' title='a message..'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-613427859254887592</id><published>2009-02-04T12:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:48:42.327+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the ONLY ONE</title><content type='html'>i never knew it would be so hard.. my friends seemed to be so far and out of reach.. my thoughts and emotions seems to be raging and battling with each other.. i don't know who to turn to.. but then it came to my senses that i have GOD in my life.. i should let him take the wheel and let HIM take control of my life.. i really need to be redirected.. some things are going out of hand and are too hard and heavy for me to handle alone.. i hope things will be all right soon.. help me GOD.. you're the only ONE i have now.. you're the only one who understands me right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-613427859254887592?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/613427859254887592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-knew-it-would-be-so-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/613427859254887592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/613427859254887592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-knew-it-would-be-so-hard.html' title='the ONLY ONE'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-7005065124630651836</id><published>2009-01-31T23:54:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:46:57.731+09:00</updated><title type='text'>reality is..</title><content type='html'>some things are just not meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;some persons are not meant to stay with us forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-7005065124630651836?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7005065124630651836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-things-are-just-not-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/7005065124630651836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/7005065124630651836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-things-are-just-not-meant-to-be.html' title='reality is..'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-7896972949334848741</id><published>2009-01-27T01:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:44:26.371+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i wanna tell him that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE's the ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that i'm thinking of but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is still with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;anD i thInk and is gReatLy cOnvinCed that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE's the ONE&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He LOVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;he Doesn't know how the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i only want HIM to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;even if it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;maybe ONE day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HE'll open up HIS eyes and he'll SEE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-7896972949334848741?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7896972949334848741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanna-tell-him-that-hes-one-that-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/7896972949334848741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/7896972949334848741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanna-tell-him-that-hes-one-that-im.html' title='the ONE'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-453154979466966753</id><published>2009-01-22T23:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:36:31.151+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a friend who doesn't even care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know what went into her mind that made her posed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;silly joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a joke which made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a joke which made me an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;untrustworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; person in front of my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and because of that silly joke i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we spent hours outside the cold night looking for nothing except &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;disappointment and anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my worried face turned into an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my cold hands were now burning with great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;resentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know why she calls us her friends when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;she doesn't even know how to consider our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-453154979466966753?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/453154979466966753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-what-went-into-her-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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prayer</title><content type='html'>LORD GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this wonderful day. Thank you for giving me another day in my life, another day to celebrate your goodness. Thank you for the gift of belongingness. Thank you for my family, we had shared a wonderful supper this night. Thank you for blessing my friend, Dylan, today. Thank you for enlightening her and his guy. Thank you for giving them to me as my friends. Hope you'll enlighten Leesh and Massie to whatever pain, doubts and misunderstanding they are into right now. I know you'll only provide what's best for them. Help them realize what is really the right thing to do. I am hoping that everything will soon be over and everything will return to the way it has always been. And I believe that you'll always be with us, growing stronger after surpassing this challenge in our life. I also  pray for your guidance on me. Let your voice be clear in my heart and in my mind so that I'll be able to do what you want me to do.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-1144599504456428522?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1144599504456428522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-god-thank-you-for-this-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/1144599504456428522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/1144599504456428522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-god-thank-you-for-this-wonderful.html' title='a prayer'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-8251639742537654314</id><published>2009-01-16T21:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:37:54.485+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a space in our finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SXB-uhNS8UI/AAAAAAAAABA/mKLok5Fw0wE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the spaces in our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; were made so that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt; OTHER PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; would fill them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;i hope he would fill them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-8251639742537654314?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8251639742537654314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/spaces-in-our-fingers-were-made-so-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/8251639742537654314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/8251639742537654314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/spaces-in-our-fingers-were-made-so-that.html' title='a space in our finger'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SXB-uhNS8UI/AAAAAAAAABA/mKLok5Fw0wE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-3687442075697155164</id><published>2009-01-08T19:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:40:34.748+09:00</updated><title type='text'>arE we fRienDs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;FRIENDS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWgiIjBmqrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qPFopDgcl_I/s1600-h/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWgiIjBmqrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qPFopDgcl_I/s320/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289515292582914738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do you think your friends are real ones?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well? i don't think so..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes it crosses into my mind why i call them my friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and why they call me the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is starting to get into my nerves that the reason why they call me a friend is because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and not for the value of friendship and the essence of being friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;i feel important whenever they NEED me to do something for them..&lt;br /&gt;during those times i am very well treated..&lt;br /&gt;and after doing things such i am treated back as to my&lt;br /&gt;being dumped and useless self..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even hear the words THANK YOU from them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;they are good actors and actresses,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;making you feel that they really care about you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;but the truth is they just do it so that others can see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;that they are the best fabric of friends there is in the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;AWFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;YET,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i still call and consider them as my&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;YET,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i want to be with their &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YET,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;i don't want any of them to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; with me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YET,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i don't want them to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;by m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y presence..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;YET,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YET,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even though they don't feel and show the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i el-oW-vEe-E theONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;=(..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-3687442075697155164?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3687442075697155164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-we-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/3687442075697155164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/3687442075697155164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-we-friends.html' title='arE we fRienDs?'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWgiIjBmqrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qPFopDgcl_I/s72-c/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2636397531004066.post-3719530104582985294</id><published>2009-01-07T12:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:40:59.020+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Him.. He Loves Me Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kyutie08.blog.friendster.com/wp-admin/%3Ca%20href=%22/%22%20mce_href=%22/%22%22http://www.glitter-graphics.com/%22%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22/%22%20mce_src=%22/%22%22http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1184/1184403mmsznp72re.gif/%22%20width=390%20height=150%20border=0%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Ca%20href=%22/%22%20mce_href=%22/%22%22http://www.glitter-works.org/%22%20target=_blank%3Eglitter-graphics.com%3C/a%3E"&gt;i love him, he loves me not&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWhT0wRoR5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0It72Mxfotw/s1600-h/heartbroken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWhT0wRoR5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0It72Mxfotw/s320/heartbroken.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289569928123795346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;every time i fall inlove, i seemed to be cursed and doomed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it turns out that the one i love, loves someone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he seems to like me at first which drove me to like him too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but when i finally realize that the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like-thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is already becoming a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love-thing&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; he turns away and leaves me hanging and empty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;it always happen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;i fall for someone so easily and get hurt deeply and extensively.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;i am very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vulnerable and fragile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;and i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; myself for that…=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i el-oW-vEe-E theONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2636397531004066-3719530104582985294?l=aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3719530104582985294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-him-he-loves-me-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/3719530104582985294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2636397531004066/posts/default/3719530104582985294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aesthetic-bliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-him-he-loves-me-not.html' title='I Love Him.. He Loves Me Not'/><author><name>i am h-yu-ar-ti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184456622676038167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWQvhjB0XAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acmnrd3f4j8/s1600-R/broken_heart2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWQ8NQYjSME/SWhT0wRoR5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0It72Mxfotw/s72-c/heartbroken.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
