<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2288956625158035805</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:45:35.136-07:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="blog"/><category term="arguments"/><category term="break-ups"/><category term="heart break"/><category term="love song"/><category term="missing someone"/><category term="music"/><category term="people"/><category term="pride"/><category term="regrets"/><category term="songs"/><title type='text'>Beyond Oblivion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288956625158035805.post-3080536963709603567</id><published>2010-06-16T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:09:36.552-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love song"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>US</title><content type='html'>US&lt;br /&gt;(June 16, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;(2:50-3:02)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through that space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That has been left unattained by you&lt;br /&gt;Now where do I start, when we are about to part&lt;br /&gt;And everything still seems so real but untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart lie a thousand melodies&lt;br /&gt;That I have been hiding ever since&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep this love that I believed in&lt;br /&gt;I believed in us,,&lt;br /&gt;I believed in us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the lies that you’ve made&lt;br /&gt;In my mind are still being replayed&lt;br /&gt;And I know I am to blame&lt;br /&gt;For playing this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart lie a thousand melodies&lt;br /&gt;That I have been hiding ever since&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep this love that I believed in&lt;br /&gt;I believed in us,,&lt;br /&gt;I believed in us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the end my hand is full&lt;br /&gt;Of regrets I hoped I made…..&lt;br /&gt;In the end my life&lt;br /&gt;Will never be the same</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3080536963709603567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/3080536963709603567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/3080536963709603567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/us.html' title='US'/><author><name>wickedgypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181388838242541306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk5OIY0HAzYr4Ap_yZc1b8LVsVo6Z9M_gXYgDWNPNeQ3giI4zEH-dTO5hV9cgsI305IZc9xogdTuBubjVNJFsjJ1h-BI2PN0gQ6SrjYtrv8ZQi7OSGbiT9JJOYSVrpg/s220/DSC_8694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288956625158035805.post-6514305240849033486</id><published>2010-06-09T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:09:25.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;In my mind lies a thousand pictures of memories that I hoped I had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;In my mind lies a single person that I hope would be mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But the tides of time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Made you oh so blind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And all we have left&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Is a love full of regrets?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m running away from the one I thought would rescue me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m falling away and leaving this world of misery&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Deep down inside of me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m not strong can’t you see&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m weak…I’m weak…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;He told me that he loved me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But still he let me go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;He told me I’m the only one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But why do I feel so alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The tides are high and low but my heart is torn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;To a thousand pieces of our memories before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I held on for so long,,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Never thought this love was wrong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Until the day someone came along&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And proved to me, that I was worth it all along…&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6514305240849033486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/6514305240849033486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/6514305240849033486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-my-mind.html' title='In my mind'/><author><name>wickedgypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181388838242541306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk5OIY0HAzYr4Ap_yZc1b8LVsVo6Z9M_gXYgDWNPNeQ3giI4zEH-dTO5hV9cgsI305IZc9xogdTuBubjVNJFsjJ1h-BI2PN0gQ6SrjYtrv8ZQi7OSGbiT9JJOYSVrpg/s220/DSC_8694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288956625158035805.post-1757456394853332435</id><published>2010-04-19T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:59:52.559-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="missing someone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs"/><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Incomplete&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;(I composed this song during class hours, haha, Well its for my boyfriend… ha ha.. Enjoy)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The night is fading;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The wind is blowing &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Against the heat of this feeling&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;As I watch the stars disappear tonight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;How I wish that you were here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Coz’ its been too long, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Is our love that strong?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Its been too long and I miss you now..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;What is the use of my arms?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If I’m not going to wrap it around you baby&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;What is the use of my hands? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If I’m not going to hold your hand in mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;See without you baby my life feels incomplete&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;La la la la la la la&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;II.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The rain is now pouring&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Lovers are waiting&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Is time going to be my friend or enemy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;As I watch them hold each other tight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I find myself wishing that you were here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Coz’ I’m all alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And I’m not that strong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Its been too long and I miss you now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;What is the use of my arms?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If I’m not going to wrap it around you baby&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;What is the use of my hands? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If I’m not going to hold your hand in mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;See without you baby my life feels incomplete&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Its like a part of me is not whole&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;My heart is beating but its feels so alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I feel so alone…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Coz’ without you baby my life feels incomplete&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1757456394853332435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/incomplete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/1757456394853332435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/1757456394853332435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>wickedgypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181388838242541306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk5OIY0HAzYr4Ap_yZc1b8LVsVo6Z9M_gXYgDWNPNeQ3giI4zEH-dTO5hV9cgsI305IZc9xogdTuBubjVNJFsjJ1h-BI2PN0gQ6SrjYtrv8ZQi7OSGbiT9JJOYSVrpg/s220/DSC_8694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288956625158035805.post-2073081451883405098</id><published>2010-04-19T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:41:42.367-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-ups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart break"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>One Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;(I actually composed this song when my bf and I broke up, ha ha,, may tono na and everything pero la pako lakas ng loob kantahina nd irecord..enjoy)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We’re falling apart,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t you try to deny it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I know you feel it too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Baby, I can’t take it but I have to accept the truth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;My tears have dried, but the pain in my heart is still alive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;For one last time,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Let me hold the hands&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Of the man I love the most&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Let me touch his face again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And tell him I love him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is broken in two&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But I have to accept the truth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;That you’re gone, gone, gone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;II.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m falling apart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m trying to forget you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But the memories are still here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Each time I think about us&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m drowning in my fears&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;My tears have dried&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But the pain in my heart is still alive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Chorus 2x&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Bridge:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;How can the heart move on&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When you are still holding on&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;To a mere memory of the past&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;That I’m still hoping that will last&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;For one last time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2073081451883405098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-last-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/2073081451883405098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/2073081451883405098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-last-time.html' title='One Last Time'/><author><name>wickedgypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181388838242541306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk5OIY0HAzYr4Ap_yZc1b8LVsVo6Z9M_gXYgDWNPNeQ3giI4zEH-dTO5hV9cgsI305IZc9xogdTuBubjVNJFsjJ1h-BI2PN0gQ6SrjYtrv8ZQi7OSGbiT9JJOYSVrpg/s220/DSC_8694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288956625158035805.post-5891062542793600756</id><published>2010-04-19T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:23:33.592-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arguments"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pride"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="regrets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>The first step</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;Pride, if taken into a good context is self-respect or valuing one’s own achievement, however, now a day it is often used in an arrogant manner. You see, Pride is the reason why men lose the love of their lives. It is the poison that slowly pushes away our loved ones. Sometimes I find it hard to comprehend why we always let pride get in the way of everything, I myself am guilty of letting pride ruin things for me, and I always end up regretting what I’ve done. Well regrets always comes in the end, because we are still left with questions of what things could or may have been, that is where the what if’s and if only in &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;our lives start. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;Honestly, ever since pride ruined things for me, I started approaching things in a different way, I took risks and enjoyed life more. Instead of waiting for things to happen, I made things happen. You see in a relationship, it does not matter who ever said sorry first, whoever texted or called first, because no one wins or loses in a relationship because a relationship is not made for one person alone, it is made for two people who are willing to set aside their differences, and understand each other as much as possible. No one said everything is supposed to smooth sailing every now and then, we all encounter bumps on the road, and this are supposed to be challenges that we are supposed to overcome in life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;Sometimes I wonder why we create far too many reasons why we do not pursue something when the only clear fact that I can see is that we are afraid, afraid of the fact that we might fail or be rejected in the end, when the thing is we don’t know yet. We just save ourselves with nonsense reasons but deep inside regrets are already haunting us. You see being afraid is normal but hey! When are you going to move forward and save yourself from the agony of your regrets! I f you love someone then shout it out loud! If you are sorry then tell him! If you failed then accept it, because unless you do something you’ll never grow out of your shell. The first step is always the hardest but in the end, I’d rather look back in my life and tell myself I did everything in my power for the people I cared about than be left with the what if’s and the agony of not being able to move on because of my life’s many unfinished business.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5891062542793600756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/5891062542793600756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/5891062542793600756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-step.html' title='The first step'/><author><name>wickedgypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181388838242541306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk5OIY0HAzYr4Ap_yZc1b8LVsVo6Z9M_gXYgDWNPNeQ3giI4zEH-dTO5hV9cgsI305IZc9xogdTuBubjVNJFsjJ1h-BI2PN0gQ6SrjYtrv8ZQi7OSGbiT9JJOYSVrpg/s220/DSC_8694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288956625158035805.post-3027712071320165617</id><published>2010-04-19T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:00:43.272-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>10 things I hate about LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt; The 10 things I hate about love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;(Love as in bf/gf love ah!)Whatever is written in this blog entry are just pure insights from the one and only macky mc crann, Haha, well here it goes…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;1. I hate it when love drives us humans crazy, we totally lose control of ourselves, we just smile or laugh all the time! We are in a so-called dreamland all the time. (mukha na nga silang adik kung minsan eh) haha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;2. I hate it when love brings out the corniest and even the lousiest replies ever! Ha ha, pero deep inside kahit anu man sinabi ng bf or gf naten kilig paren tayo kahit na pointless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;3. I hate it when people become too dependent on their partners, okay fine, in love ka nga, pero are you sure that it will last? Eh paano na pag iniwan ka nyan? Diba? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;4. Change, why do people have to change who they really are for someone? I mean, why not accept that person for who he really is, and why not show your bf/gf the real you, sometimes we feel so insecure about what other people might think about us that we already forget the real us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;5. Emo, emo, emo! Kung hindi ka emo, bitter ka naman? Why are people so intrigued with other people’s misery? Wala nabang karapatan ang isang tao na magpost ng kung anong nafefeel nya na hnd sya tatawaging emo or bitter? Ha ha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;6. I hate it when people actually try to act out movies into their real lives, HELLO, Earth to MARS! Okay fine, there might be some scenes in those movies that might actually resemble your current love life but for God’s sake, not everything! Every one of us has his or her own story to tell. What I’m trying to point out here is grow up, that actor in the movie is not your boyfriend are you’re also a different person from the lead actress, It’s just a story, something to keep people entertained. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;7. I hate it sometimes when we let love take control of our entire lives, we let it affect everything, our studies, our families, and we become too attached. The point here is sometimes we should learn to prioritize things in life, learn who are more important in our lives and be responsible enough to accept the consequences of our actions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;8. MAGASTOS, ha ha, I pity guys, well nanliligaw palang sila gastos na, eh pag hindi ka sinagot? Eh d bokya! Butas na bulsa mo, heart broken ka pa! ha ha. Well it’s a part of the courting process pero girls, kung ayaw niyo talaga sakanila wag niyo na patagalin pagdurusa nila okay? Ha ha. Well isa pang gastos, monthsary, birthday, anniversary or kahit na dates or simpleng may makita lang tayong cute at tingin natin bagay sa bf/gf natin, agad bibilhin naten. Ha ha, well it’s our problem naman sometimes, pero I think that the simplest things yung mas may nakakatouch and unforgettable na feeling, well ako yun ah, letters lang kasi grabe na kilig ko! Ha haa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;9. I hate it when I cannot fall asleep at night just because of a single memory or maybe just because of a single phone call from someone special. Well, I hate it, but I kind of liked that feeling, especially when you’re missing him or her, and you know it’s so darn late already and he or she is probably sleeping na and you’ll still end up calling him or her just to tell them that you miss them, yun lang, tapos pwede ka ng matulog, corny noh? Ha ha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;10. Lastly, what I hate the most about falling or being in love is the pain. The pain that will one day wake you up to that sad reality that sometimes some things are not meant to be, that maybe too much love from one person can end up hurting the other. Well I will always wonder how something so great could possibly cause too much pain. Lesson learned, if you are not ready for the pain, then do not take the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3027712071320165617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-things-i-hate-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/3027712071320165617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288956625158035805/posts/default/3027712071320165617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wreckedwickedgypsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-things-i-hate-about-love.html' title='10 things I hate about LOVE'/><author><name>wickedgypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181388838242541306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk5OIY0HAzYr4Ap_yZc1b8LVsVo6Z9M_gXYgDWNPNeQ3giI4zEH-dTO5hV9cgsI305IZc9xogdTuBubjVNJFsjJ1h-BI2PN0gQ6SrjYtrv8ZQi7OSGbiT9JJOYSVrpg/s220/DSC_8694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>