<?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-9330495</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:18:03.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d0wNaSsChiQ's Re!n!kU</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d0wnasschiq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d0wnasschiq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d0wNaSsChiQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330495.post-110968080250790428</id><published>2005-08-01T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:45:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spRing cLeaNiNg...just feels like, kahit na bumabagy0 na dit0 sa pinas...hehehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahuh, im m0vin my fave p0sts fr0m my oLd bLog site in here...y'kn0w why?! c0z my sistahs are aLL in here...that's why...hehehe! :o)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thursday, July 31, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think&lt;br /&gt;by Raquel Aleman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u sit down don't make a sound and really think&lt;br /&gt;About love and all the things it does&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make any sense&lt;br /&gt;Yet all of us fall for it, like we are dense&lt;br /&gt;Because we go with our heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though we know what we're getting our self into from the start&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to fall in love I'm not going to lie&lt;br /&gt;When it comes, i want to be like a dove and away I'll fly&lt;br /&gt;But I might be to late because I think it's here&lt;br /&gt;I can't run from my fate right now falling in love is what I fear&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have strong feelings but why does it have to be all that&lt;br /&gt;In the future I don't want to regret anything when I look back&lt;br /&gt;But what if it's him?&lt;br /&gt;Because, when he's not around my world seems so dim&lt;br /&gt;And when he is by me it's like heaven's brightest lights&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street, people are blinded cause my smile so bright&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? Tell me, what if I was you&lt;br /&gt;Before I asked you that question I already knew&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, you'd let your heart walk you&lt;br /&gt;through... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, August 01, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h0nestly, i really wanted t0 p0st the chinese versi0n...but whats the p0int if n0 0ne can understand it...diba?!&lt;br /&gt;this s0ng has been haunting me (as in!...ehehe...exaggerated ba?!) f0r weeks n0w...i dunn0, i really liked it even when i havent seen the translati0n yet &amp; i liked it even m0re when i did see the english versi0n...&amp;amp; whats weird is that i dunn0 why i feel like i can relate t0 it but the fact is that i havent felt (pretty sure 0f it) that way yet...hhhhmmm, maybe in my past life huh?! ill never kn0w i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LOVE YOU WANT (english translation of ni yao de ai)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I often dream of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have no idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's raining outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which day is it today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where you went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I have never doubted you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still feel uneasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is your one and only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me for doubting myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I understand the love I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will spoil me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a little child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who only knows how to bebad in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The love you want Is not just reliance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be like a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even in bad weatherLeads a carefree life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Saturday, August 02, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an0nym0us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days passed by,&lt;br /&gt;I felt something rather unusual,&lt;br /&gt;The friendship that I used to share with you,&lt;br /&gt;Seem to go deeper and develops&lt;br /&gt;into a complicated manner.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence enlightens my day&lt;br /&gt;and wipes out all my troubles,&lt;br /&gt;With you around, there seem&lt;br /&gt;to be no space for others.&lt;br /&gt;I could no longer resist a day&lt;br /&gt;without a glimpse of you,&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going crazy thinking&lt;br /&gt;of you every night,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how could I get over this&lt;br /&gt;feeling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that someday I’ll be back to&lt;br /&gt;my real senses again,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that your heart&lt;br /&gt;falls for someone special,&lt;br /&gt;And never to a person like me&lt;br /&gt;who lives in a world of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep everything within me&lt;br /&gt;because of fear of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;Once you get to know that I’m&lt;br /&gt;really falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Friday, August 08, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;if a fish feLL inLuv with a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;could they Live together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;could one fLy with fins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;could one remove its wings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;how pathetic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Luv cant change whats n0t meant t0 be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;h0nestLy, i d0nt think its pathetic...i think its reaLLy brave to be inluv with s0me0ne s0 different fr0m y0u. i even think its meant t0 be! i d0nt care if i s0und naive 0r weird...i still believe in Luv a great deaL! i beLieve that it can m0ve m0untains &amp; surpass time...i guess it aLL depends 0n the parties inv0Lved...if they trust and have faith in Luv &amp;amp; in each 0ther...im sure that their Luv will heLp them thr0ugh aLL the struggLes! &amp; besides it d0esnt reaLLy matter h0w different u look fr0m each 0ther...its juss the facade anywayz! what reaLLy matters is h0w that pers0n makes u feeL &amp;amp; h0w much u understand each 0ther &amp; h0w much u are wiLLing t0 give f0r that s0me0ne. We'LL never kn0w...maybe that bird is wiLLing t0 give up its wings 0r maybe that fish is wiLLing t0 Learn h0w t0 fLy with its fins...we'LL never reaLly kn0w h0w p0werful &amp;amp; magical Luv can be...i think aLL we hafta d0 is beLieve!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, September 03, 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONTINOUSLY SEARCHING&lt;br /&gt;by Tressa Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuously searching for that field of gold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever looking for someone to hold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close to my heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never wanting to be apart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all I ever feel is a deep chill. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonder if I still have the will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live day by day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit and pray. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There has to be someone out there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't see where. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the days go by. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit and wonder why. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the touch of a hand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nothing takes me to that fantasy land. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul feels dead and weak. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still I seek. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For one who shares those simple things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That lead to those golden rings. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A life of security and family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's easy to see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to capture it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't make it fit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want that dream so bad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my heart's so sad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People use me for pleasure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I use them to fill the emptiness, why I'm not sure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It used to be easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's just sleazy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something wrong with everyone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it feels right they're gone by rising sun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm left feeling cold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That scenes already old. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want respected. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not neglected. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't let them in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I pay the price of sin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit and wait. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for that life am I to late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm 24. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't take anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel raped by life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It cuts deep as a knife. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no one to blame. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did it to myself and I am in shame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonder who I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if anyone really gives a damn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What steps to take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a life I'll make. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray "God guide me".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me be what I want to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop this pain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these days of rain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I can reach that field of gold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to get back the soul I sold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, September 06, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess s0me things are inevitable...like feeling sad 0r feeling depressed...but i guess i juss hafta st0p thinkin b0ut it...maybe i sh0uld juss think b0ut the things i believe in &amp; instead 0f dwelling 0n the depressing things that has been happening maybe i sh0uld juss think 0f the things that will give me h0pe &amp;amp; stay 0n the p0sitive side 0f things...like this creed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge...that myth is&lt;/span&gt; more potent than history...that dreams are more powerful than facts...that hope always triumphs over experience...that laughter is the only cure for grief...&amp; I believe that love is stronger than death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- ROBERT FULGHUM : aLL i reaLLy need t0 kn0w i learened in kindergarten (the storyteller's creed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i like this piece a lot...maybe beacause i believe w/ the same stuff...alth0ugh i kn0w alot wh0 d0esnt believe in this kinda things &amp;amp; thinks that people wh0 believe in such things are f00lish...i d0nt really care if a lot of people find me naive 0r that im such a dreamy pers0n 0r that its f00lish t0 believe in such things...the hell w/ what 0ther ppl think... !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tuesday, September 16, 2003&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sticks &amp; st0nes may bReak uR b0nes but w0rds can break uR heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--ROBERT FULGHUM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;s0 true isn’t it?! Id rather be beaten black &amp;amp; blue than hear painful w0rds esp. fr0m a pers0n I c0nsider a ‘kakampi’…it juss hurts like hell…a smack t0 uR heart right thr0ugh uR s0uL kinda thing…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, September 20, 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;‘s0metimes u cann0t believe what u see, u have t0 beLieve what u feel. &amp; if u are ever g0ing t0 have 0ther pe0pLe trust u, u must feel that u can trust them, t00 – even when ure in the dark. Even when ure faLLin.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--M0RRIE SCHWARTZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i g0t this fr0m the b00k im readin right n0w...actually im aLm0st finished but id pr0LLy read it agaiN...heheh! i juss luv the b00k...as in...maybe bc0z i agree w/ m0st 0f the things it says like this 0ne...plangush naman diba?! if u want s0me0ne t0 trust u...u hafta trust them t00 &amp;amp; juss wish that u have given it t0 the right pers0n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tuesday, September 23, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;if love was a ch0ice, wh0 w0uLd eveR ch00se such exQuisite paiN?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-tuptim (aNNa &amp; the kiNg)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;g00d thiNg it aiNt a ch0ice...hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Monday, October 06, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;d0 the kind 0f thiNgs that c0mes fr0m the heaRt.wheN u d0, u w0Nt be dissatisfied, u w0nt be eNvi0us, u w0Nt be longing f0r s0meb0dy eLse’s thiNgs.ON the c0NtRary, u’LL be 0veRwheLmed with what c0mes baCk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-M0RRIE SCHWARTZ (tuEsdays with moRRie)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i beLieve that if we d0 thiNgs fr0M the heaRt...the lesser we c0mmit thiNgs that we might regRet in the eNd. what eLse caN i say but...i agRee &amp;amp; that its s0 tRue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;********************************************************* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wednesday, November 12, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;‘fRieNdship is the only cement that will ever hold the w0rLd t0getheR'&lt;br /&gt;-w00dr0w wiLs0n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i use t0 think that aLL friendships are like this but i guess n0t...there sure are ppL wh0 pretends t0 be uR friend in fr0nt 0f u but stabs u as s00n as u turn ur back 0n them. ppL wh0 uses other ppL f0r their 0wn benefits...w0Lves in sheeps cL0thing! g00d thiNg i kn0w n0w wh0 my reaL friends are &amp; th0se wh0 juss pretends t0 be my friends, that 0nLy kn0ws me wheN they wanT s0methiNg fr0m me. i stiLL beLieve that friendship is the onLy cement that wiLL ever h0Ld this w0rLd t0gether...but n0w, im aLs0 aware that there are ppL wh0 uses this idea f0r their 0wn hidden agendas. caLL me paran0id, but this kind 0f ppL reaLLy d0 exist...take my w0rd fr0m it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Monday, November 10, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'life is beautifuL...sav0r eveRy m0meNt.’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being happy doesn't mean everything's have t0 be perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i reaLLy like this th0ught s0 much...it makes a lot 0f sense t0 me! life's fuLL 0f imperfecti0ns m0st 0f the time (if n0t aLways), right?! &amp;amp; if we keep 0n lookin juss 0n that side we sure g0nna g0 insane but if we try t0 accept it as it is &amp; see its beauty m0re than its imperfecti0ns...i think we'LL be abLe t0 see life differentLy...&lt;br /&gt;ppL like life are aLs0 fuLL 0f imperfecti0ns. like me f0r exampLe, i aint perfect (&amp;amp; n0b0dy is, as far as i kn0w)...thats f0r sure...i aLs0 get tired, mess up, &amp; freak 0ut every s0 0ften like any0ne eLse even th0 a lot find me t0 be such an 0ptimistic pers0n &amp;amp; s0me think that i d0nt even kn0w h0w t0 get depressed. f0r a fact...i d0 get depressed, sad, mad &amp; aLL th0se awfuL thiNgs...but the 0nLy difference is that after i embraced &amp;amp; rec0gnized th0se feeLings i try n0t t0 h0Ld 0n them f0r t00 long...th0se feeLings are meant t0 be feLt...but n0t f0rever. i juss reaLized that im n0t afraid t0 be happy even th0 i kn0w at the back 0f my mind that it aint g0nna last f0rever either...i juss wanna live f0r the m0ment...f0r as long (0r sh0rt) it can last...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, April 10, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waLa Lang...trip k0 Lang i-p0st it0h!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;s0mEtiMes LoviNg c0uLd be s0 paiNfuL &amp; diFFicuLt. buT itS aMaZing t0 kn0w tHat n0 maTTer h0w haRd iT iS, L0viNg s0me0ne iS stiLL tHe siMpLiEst rEas0n wHy y0u aLwayS find y0uRseLf sMiLing!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, March 08, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird...but it was my ateh wh0 1st liked this s0ng &amp; n0w that ive read its lyrics in fuLL...i kinda feLt it...weird but true...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my immortal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by evanescence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all me childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave Coz you're presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me You used to captivate me By your resonating light But now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts My once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away All the sanity in me These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you screamed i'd fight away all of your fears I held you hand through all of these years But you still have all of me I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone and though you're still with me I've been alone all along When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;********************************************************* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, October 05, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gurL friend 0f mine sent this msg t0 me...i was supp0se t0 deLete it w/ 0ut reading it c0z it Lo0ks Like th0se 0ther msgs ppl send 0ut juss f0r the sake 0f saying that they remember y0u c0z they f0rward s0mething t0 u...but b4 d0in s0, i suddenLy had the urge t0 read it...why?! i dunn0?! but i did read it &amp; here it g0es...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;have you ever wondered which hurts the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;saying something &amp;amp; wishing you hadn't?&lt;br /&gt;or Saying nothing &amp; wishing you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i guess the most important things are the hardest things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;don't be afraid to tell someone you love them&lt;br /&gt;if you do, they might break your heart...&lt;br /&gt;if you don't, you might break theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever decided not to become a couple&lt;br /&gt;because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You can't tell your heart what to doIt does it on its own....&lt;br /&gt;when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had,&lt;br /&gt;but that other person was too afraid to let you?Too many of us stay walled up&lt;br /&gt;because we are too afraid to care too much...&lt;br /&gt;for fear that the other person does not care as much,&lt;br /&gt;or even at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;have you ever denied your feelings for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We tell lies when we are afraid...afraid of what we don't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;afraid of what others will think,afraid of what will be found out about us.&lt;br /&gt;But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done,&lt;br /&gt;or could have had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; w0nder aLL ur Life…….&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/9330495-110968080250790428?l=d0wnasschiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d0wnasschiq.blogspot.com/feeds/110968080250790428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330495&amp;postID=110968080250790428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330495/posts/default/110968080250790428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330495/posts/default/110968080250790428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d0wnasschiq.blogspot.com/2005/08/spring-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>d0wNaSsChiQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
