<?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-32399426</id><updated>2015-02-20T12:06:18.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through this fevered brow...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-1900703439539083415</id><published>2015-02-20T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-02-20T12:06:18.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because what do I know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHRX1nO8CFY/VOYHU09P_rI/AAAAAAAAAac/9-o_SbsFpvg/s1600/d.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHRX1nO8CFY/VOYHU09P_rI/AAAAAAAAAac/9-o_SbsFpvg/s1600/d.JPG&quot; height=&quot;190&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Ayoko na. Hindi na healthy &#39;to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Is it wrong to treat him like a friend when we&#39;re really just friends to begin with? Am I supposed to make him feel like something has changed kahit ako lang naman &#39;to and it&#39;s all in my stupid head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I appreciate the patience. I really do. Not everyone has the guts to be friendly with me even if I seem to dismiss their efforts. I don&#39;t even know why I keep doing that. Instinct, I guess. I&#39;m mean. I&#39;m apathetic. I&#39;m a hermit. (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;And you, of all people, shouldn&#39;t be kind to me. I don&#39;t deserve it. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m just used to not seeing it until it hits me right between the eyes. It&#39;s my thing. I don&#39;t want to assume. I need proof. (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;But thanks for today, geek. Thanks for the &quot;effort&quot;. Ganito pala ang feeling ng umaasa sa iba. Hahaha. I&#39;ll miss this when you &quot;unfriend&quot; me, which I bet is going to happen pretty soon, what with the denseness of my personality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;And thank you because whenever I feel like sh*t for expecting, you&#39;re there (albeit not physically, dahil di pa ako ready para dun, wahaha). You make me laugh and you&#39;re perfect and you&#39;re amazing... And you may not feel it right now, but you&#39;re important to me. (charot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;And you... Well, you don&#39;t need my expert opinion on anything and you can certainly do without my bullying. You deserve a better friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;So just disappear, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Meanwhile, I&#39;ll take advice from The Corrs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who knows I might feel better if I don&#39;t try and I don&#39;t hope?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Haha. Laters! ;)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/1900703439539083415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=1900703439539083415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/1900703439539083415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/1900703439539083415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2015/02/because-what-do-i-know.html' title='Because what do I know?'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHRX1nO8CFY/VOYHU09P_rI/AAAAAAAAAac/9-o_SbsFpvg/s72-c/d.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-1602547070019020312</id><published>2015-02-16T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-02-16T17:49:54.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZh9Ssv29X4/VOFsI8lw2-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/YCFSNoJ1pCA/s1600/Screenshot_2015-02-16-01-38-46.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZh9Ssv29X4/VOFsI8lw2-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/YCFSNoJ1pCA/s1600/Screenshot_2015-02-16-01-38-46.png&quot; height=&quot;229&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Yup. He has now become the weirdest person on earth, texting me only on special occasions, which I&#39;m afraid I&#39;ve gotten to figure out, and thus, lagi na akong mag-eexpect neto. (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;No more of those random texts about outdated trivia. No more asking if I&#39;ve seen the trailer to this movie and that. He asks about &quot;deep stuff&quot;, which makes him boring to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Will this ever end? Because I am too f**king tired for this sh*t. You can&#39;t just make me feel like sh*t for weeks and then ecstatic for a day, and then make me feel like sh*t all over again for the rest of my days. It&#39;s not funny anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Is it even a sign if you never asked for it in the first place? Why were you even there? Nevertheless, the sound of my name from your mouth feels like an Ed Sheeran song to me now. It&#39;s been stuck in my head for the past 32 hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You have no idea what you&#39;ve done. And I don&#39;t ever want you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I have no secrets to share with you. I&#39;m the worst friend you could ever have. And I can&#39;t even make you laugh. So what do you want from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Never mind. I don&#39;t even want to know. I&#39;m just glad the next &quot;occasion&quot; is happening three months from now (i.e. Star Wars Day, lol). That gives me enough time to forget you and quit you for good. After all, there&#39;s no other reason for you to be texting me, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Good luck with life and everything! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/1602547070019020312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=1602547070019020312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/1602547070019020312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/1602547070019020312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2015/02/date-your-face.html' title='Date your face.'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZh9Ssv29X4/VOFsI8lw2-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/YCFSNoJ1pCA/s72-c/Screenshot_2015-02-16-01-38-46.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-414673611027504090</id><published>2015-02-05T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-02-05T13:15:54.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel demolished even though...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You said it yourself. You want him to be a mystery forever. And now that you&#39;re given the chance to keep guessing, you say you don&#39;t have time for it. How schizo could you get? &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;One thing is for sure, though. If it wasn&#39;t there, you can&#39;t force it to be there, and it won&#39;t be there sooner or later. That&#39;s life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s rare to find someone you feel has lived the same life as you. A soul mate of sorts (but not really). He makes you feel like you belong and that he&#39;s not the god you think he is, but a mere ugly being just like you. And when he does, you wish for it to stay that way forever. Then again, this isn&#39;t one of those movies where things are just so f**king simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re from a different world. A world he will never come to understand and you&#39;ll never allow him into, for all the FUBAR reasons. But more than anything, you do not want what is not yours. And he&#39;s just something that will never be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Thank you for being the inspiration I&#39;ve been waiting for. You&#39;ll forever be my favorite nerd. =)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/414673611027504090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=414673611027504090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/414673611027504090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/414673611027504090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2015/02/feel-demolished-even-though.html' title='Feel demolished even though...'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-4116744229570550984</id><published>2015-01-12T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-01-12T03:15:57.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so ripped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&quot;The future that we hold is so unclear... but I&#39;m not alive until you call.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Or text. Whatevs. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Seriously, I don&#39;t know what to think anymore. All I know is this has to stop, or else I won&#39;t ever have the strength to do the right thing. (Charot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I was perfectly fine playing the depress-depressan drama when you didn&#39;t greet me first thing on my birthday. (Nag-eexpect kasi, lol.) I even tweeted, para feel na feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cLjPVkwsH4/VLFfST4tJuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tF_LtMjr4lU/s1600/note.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cLjPVkwsH4/VLFfST4tJuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tF_LtMjr4lU/s1600/note.JPG&quot; height=&quot;138&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Ang OA ko rin eh noh. Hahaha. Anyway, that should have been the perfect ending to this tragedy. But you just had to ruin it, by making me smile again. (Charot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1yR7DqmSfU/VLFdhlYVtvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bd1LvvdA1JA/s1600/29th.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1yR7DqmSfU/VLFdhlYVtvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bd1LvvdA1JA/s1600/29th.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;(I&#39;m not 29 yet, by the way. He just thought it was funny because he&#39;s corny like that. He once made an acronym for this common friend that we had, just to make fun of his complexion. What a jerk.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;He has no f**king clue what effect he has on me, so I just go and make him feel like I don&#39;t ever want to let him in -- because he can&#39;t, because it&#39;s not right, because he&#39;s my friend, and because he&#39;s so f**king perfect!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d rather let him torture me with his absence than be close to him. He&#39;s been what I wanted him to be and I&#39;m happy just being the &quot;girl na friend&quot;, so can&#39;t we just stay that way forever? Whatever is wrong with being just friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;We&#39;re not even close. We probably never will be. I&#39;m used to it and I&#39;m fine with it, because I thrive in the agony of not knowing. And you probably won&#39;t understand because you&#39;re amazing and sh*t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Whatever. I don&#39;t know. Do I have to know? All I know is, in the words of Radiohead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&quot;You&#39;re so f**king special... and I&#39;m a creep.&quot; &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/4116744229570550984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=4116744229570550984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4116744229570550984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4116744229570550984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-am-so-ripped.html' title='I am so ripped.'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cLjPVkwsH4/VLFfST4tJuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tF_LtMjr4lU/s72-c/note.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-8297148314503858183</id><published>2015-01-01T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-01-02T02:46:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I unlike you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdsBxzXlS5Q/VKLV_MZAOUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cpK8MG8qxmI/s1600/20141229082434.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdsBxzXlS5Q/VKLV_MZAOUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cpK8MG8qxmI/s1600/20141229082434.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;192&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When you say &#39;Bye&#39; to him after one of those random conversations, and&amp;nbsp;then you go to sleep and you get this first thing in the morning,&amp;nbsp;and it hits something in you somewhere, you just know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won&#39;t give him any&amp;nbsp;reason to leave you alone and you&#39;ll be overthinking about everything he says for&amp;nbsp;the rest of your &quot;friendship&quot; until one of you just ruins &quot;it&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Yeun gets it. Whenever he sees someone he likes, he envisions every step in their hypothetical relationship until he&amp;nbsp;gets to a point where he imagines their babies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I imagine that with him, because I&#39;m a cynic and I don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;think I&#39;ll ever get to that point without thinking of a&amp;nbsp;hundred worst case scenarios first... but come to think of it, he&#39;s got&amp;nbsp;the height, and the complexion, and the facial features, so any girl&amp;nbsp;would be lucky to have babies with him. Plus, he&#39;s a dork. Our&amp;nbsp;babies could be geniuses! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Whoa. Where was I? See? Overthinking. You get my&amp;nbsp;point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And it&#39;s not like we haven&#39;t known each other for years. It&#39;s not like&amp;nbsp;he hasn&#39;t seen me embarrass myself a hundred times with my&amp;nbsp;awkwardness. We are, after all, friends. Now I wonder if&amp;nbsp;it was like this before and I was just so distracted to notice, or&amp;nbsp;if it&#39;s different now, as I&#39;d like to believe it is. Then again,&amp;nbsp;why is he all of a sudden in the spotlight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn&#39;t mean anything, because I&#39;ve met enough guys like him to know what he is. But despite that, I still want to read the random texts. I still want to know what he&#39;s watching. I still want to be asked if I&#39;ve seen the latest Star Wars lightsaber. I still want to be the first to know what he&#39;s recently discovered about his fave TV shows, albeit all of them I&#39;ve already known for years (because he&#39;s seriously THAT outdated, lolwth).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to be asked personal questions, and then not answer them because we&#39;re not &quot;close&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to keep wondering what his face is like when he texts me &quot;Good night.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to keep making him feel like I want nothing from him when it&#39;s obviously otherwise. (Not obvious to him, but, you know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;All I want is for him to be the mystery he&#39;s always been to me. And then, when I&#39;m finally able to, just let him disappear from my life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But then again...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u24UAjif5Qg/VKSNeO8hlzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fP7VscWVZDI/s1600/20150101065715.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u24UAjif5Qg/VKSNeO8hlzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fP7VscWVZDI/s1600/20150101065715.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;192&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When you get this first thing on New Year&#39;s, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;nd you hate him so much for calling you that... Oh, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;How, oh how, do I ever unlike him? &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/8297148314503858183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=8297148314503858183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/8297148314503858183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/8297148314503858183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2015/01/how-do-i-unlike-you.html' title='How do I unlike you?'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdsBxzXlS5Q/VKLV_MZAOUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cpK8MG8qxmI/s72-c/20141229082434.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-4790388641654899402</id><published>2014-10-15T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-10-15T05:35:41.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you happy now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You tell me you want me to forget you, but you show up and prance around like the f**king poster boy of kindness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;And it&#39;s not even that I&#39;m still bitter about the past, because — trust me — there&#39;s nothing left for you here, and today was just proof of that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s just you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Every time I see you, it happens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You are the epitome of bad memories.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;That visage of yours. That awkward posture. That awful voice. That calmness. That arrogance. All of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;IT MAKES ME SICK.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t even know why I should pretend to care when I truly, from the bottom of my a-hole, do not give a crap about you and your boring little life. Are we in a f**king acting workshop now? Because I didn&#39;t know I had to go through that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m sorry if I can&#39;t laugh at your jokes like we&#39;re the best of friends again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m sorry if I can&#39;t seem to trust you with details on what&#39;s been up with my life since — oh, I don&#39;t know... um, ever since you f**king ruined my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t get that from me now, or ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;And you don&#39;t get to protect me from my weaknesses any more than you have the right to speak to me like the angel everyone thinks you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t get to be concerned. You don&#39;t get to be considerate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I can handle it on my own, and I don&#39;t need you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Gawd. Just because you&#39;re the only person on the planet who knows of the gravity of the problem doesn&#39;t mean it&#39;s yours to protect me from. I am perfectly capable of solving problems, as I have done with you — without you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t act as if nothing happened and as if you&#39;re still a part of my life, because whatever it is that you&#39;ve become, I do not give a sh*t anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Gone are the days of my blind faith for what I felt for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t deserve it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;M DONE WITH YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&quot;It&#39;s something unpredictable, but&amp;nbsp;in the end it&#39;s right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&quot; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/4790388641654899402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=4790388641654899402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4790388641654899402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4790388641654899402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2014/10/are-you-happy-now.html' title='Are you happy now?'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-533922200866467988</id><published>2011-07-16T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:14:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here&#39;s to a new beginning! ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Tama ka, you were just a waste of time... A waste of my time and space and efforts and feelings and memories and LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I don’t care what you think or feel or say or do anymore. Gago ka. GAGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Wag mong sabihing may concern ka o kung ano pa mang bullshit yan. Tama ka, wala kang kwenta. Buti alam mo, tang ina mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;For the first time in my life, I’m actually feeling something other than love for you. Something you are actually deserving of. Yawa ka la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Akala ko noon kahit di ako maka-move on, OK lang. Na kahit di tayo parehas ng nararamdaman, ayus lang basta’t andyan ka. Ngayon naisip ko, hindi naman talaga tayo pwedeng maging friends lang forever. Hindi ko kaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Di ko kayang maging kasing-insensitive mo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Pero naisip ko din: yan pala ang tunay na ikaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Tama ka, hindi na kita kilala. And that these feelings I have are for the person I loved 10 years ago. Tama ka, as you always have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I was in love with the person who always did everything for me, who always forgave me, who was always patient with me, who never said and did anything to hurt me, and who gave the most fricking damn about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Yes that might have been true but God knows how utterly patient I have been to have waited this long and to have loved the person who was the exact opposite. I loved you despite the changes. I loved you no matter what. I loved YOU and you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;10 years! Geez, I’ve been an idiot for 10 years!! Frig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;However, I’ve already gone through all the hurt and humiliation, self-pity and all that crap for 10 years. Pagod na ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Andami kong pinalampas na chances because of you. I always thought of you and how you’d feel. But you never really gave a shit about me. Once again, tama ka: WALA KA NGANG KWENTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I never regretted ever loving you or having known you in the first place. To me, you were the most perfect person I’ve ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;But now as I contemplate about it, if I’d be given a chance to go back in time when you first asked me to give you a chance, I would—with all the insensitivity I could muster and notwithstanding the friendship which I once never wanted to lose—just utterly dismiss the idiotic idea and say NO. I won’t think of you and your goddamn feelings, I won’t feel the slightest sympathy for you, I won’t even be friends with you to begin with. And then I would have spared myself 10 years of pointless misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Nagsisisi ako. Nagagalit ako. Wala nang natitirang magagandang alaala sa isipan ko na nais ko pang balikan. Siguro nga isang-isa na lang ang kulang: to get rid of the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I don’t know how long it would take but I’m glad I’m finally taking this road towards moving on. I will replace all the bitterness with hope. And channel all the love to the people who are most worthy of receiving it. Family and friends and if by any chance he finds me, to the new HIM. (Pero matagal-tagal pa siguro yun, haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;For now, cheers to a new beginning!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/533922200866467988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=533922200866467988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/533922200866467988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/533922200866467988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-new-beginning.html' title='here&#39;s to a new beginning! ;))'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-2426541445834029865</id><published>2011-04-20T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:36:06.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only get the one life, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Hence, unless I get to say that I wouldn&#39;t want it without you, I may never stop this &quot;not moving on&quot; drama. Bahala nala, tanga na kun tanga. Ako man lat maaram. (plus my blog readers, of course. LoL. Ang labo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I have (literally) deliberately pushed you out of my system for who-knows-how-frickin-long, but these dreams never lie. Tama ang wish fulfillment theory ni Freud -- mukhang gustong gustong gusto na ata kitang makita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Ay oo nga pala, segue lang: nagkita kami once. ACCIDENTALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;NAGKITA, as in: nagtinginan, nagtitigan, nagtaka kung hallucination lang yung moment, at hindi nilapitan ang isa&#39;t isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;YUP, ganun ako kalabo. At ganun siya ka-epal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Anyways, the point is that, after the incident I realized how so overly NOT over you I still am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Pero oks lang, di na ako ganun kabaliw gaya nung dati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Ayaw muna kitang makita at makausap. FOR NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;(Unless of course maulit yung epal na moment na yun. LoL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Basta pramis, pag natapos na ang mga dapat kong tapusin, I shall seek thee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t worry, I won&#39;t ask you to feel the same. Gusto ko lang malaman mo para maka-move on na rin ako. Ayaw na kasi kitang mahalin, FYI lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Sana sa susunod na blog entry, Free As A Bird by The Beatles na ang theme song ng lovelife ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&quot;O kay tagal din kitang minahal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;O kay tagal din kitang mamahalin.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;- Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/2426541445834029865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=2426541445834029865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/2426541445834029865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/2426541445834029865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2011/04/burnout.html' title='burnout'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-8416435122780918790</id><published>2010-06-24T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:02:01.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wouldn&#39;t want to think that we&#39;d see each other again because at this point, unlike all those other times when seeing you was everything that ever mattered, I REALLY DON&#39;T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s bad enough that you broke my heart when you chose to do nothing. And I guess you&#39;ve already proven your point. So please, just give my stupid heart a chance to heal. PARANG AWA MO NA... Konting-konti na lang naman makakalimutan na din kita. KONTING-KONTI NA LANG, pare... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;A humongous amount of WASTED TIME -- that&#39;s all it had ever been, really. But with all the time I&#39;ve spent deliberating on you and how the thought of you affects me so—with much surprise and a seemingly grand vision of epiphany for myself—I realized that you really are NOT THE ONE FOR ME. You never were and you never will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Mahirap isipin, mahirap aminin, at mahirap tanggapin, what with all the time and the energy and ob kors, THE LOVE, pare… xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Pero ganun talaga eh: THE TRUTH HURTS, ika nga. And there’s one more truth I’ve discovered: ISA KA NGA PALANG JERK, and I’m so glad to have realized that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Haha. May “LIGHT” din naman pala “AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.” And for me, it was one which bore the one question I was too afraid to ask all this time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;KUN KAYANU IKAW???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;(Kayanu nayawa IKAW?? LoL. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Ayoko na ring mag-isip pa tungkol sa mga Love-is-a-battlefield-Wag-maniwala-sa-destiny-dahil-ang-destiny-ay-nasa-ating-mga-kamay na CRAP because I’ve already exhausted everything that I have, and I still don’t have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Alam mo ba kung ano’ng ibig sabihin nun? ANG TANGA MO, pare. GAGO ka. At siguro nga tanga din ako. Dahil sa araw-araw na lang na ginawa ni Lord, IKAW at IKAW PA RIN ang pinili ko. GAGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But anyway, despite everything, I still want to thank you for having given my life a complication. And for having been the fuel and the sole inspiration to my literature. Wala lang, THANK YOU lang. Naisip ko kasi, since I’m gonna be hating you for the rest of my life, I might as well be kind to you for one last time, so THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Sasabihin ko sanang “I HOPE YOU CHOKE TO DEATH” or “I HOPE YOU F**KING DIE IN YOUR SLEEP” pero dahil kahit paano ay may pinagsamahan din naman tayo, so eto na lang…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I hope one day I could say the words “I DON’T F**KING LOVE YOU ANYMORE” to your face not because I’d want to hurt you or anything but because it’s the friggin truth. Pero for now, GOOD RIDDANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;SANA HINDI KA MAGING MASAYA KAHIT KELAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You deserve that. You really do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/8416435122780918790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=8416435122780918790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/8416435122780918790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/8416435122780918790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wouldnt-want-to-think-that-wed-see.html' title='bitter'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-6510301515731474822</id><published>2010-06-18T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:00:18.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi nalang ba tayong ganito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Di na ba tayo aabot dun sa puntong ngingiti ka dahil may sinabi ako tas sasabihin mo din na masaya ka dahil andito na tayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Malabo na ba talagang mangyaring magkaintindihan tayo ULIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Sana talaga di nalang tayo nagkakilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;At sana din hindi mo na ako binigyan pa ng dahilan para maghintay pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;TAE kasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Para tayong istoryang di matapos-tapos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Oo nga may progression, pero wala namang matinong PLOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;At nung halos umabot na tayo sa climax, para namang biglang nag-flashback sa panahong di na tayo nag-uusap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;TAE talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Anti-climactic, ika nga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;At ang mas chaka pa dun, dahil di ko alam ang problema, e di wala din akong ibang maisip na resolution kundi ang maghintay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Duwag ako. Manhid ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Kaya nga ba di tayo bagay na dalawa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Pero di nga, on a more serious note, sabihin mo lang and I&#39;m gone. Sabihin mo lang and these feelings will never again be in that dormant state up until they&#39;re triggered once we meet again. Sabihin mo lang and I&#39;ll do whatever I can to stay away from you. One word from you, really, and I&#39;m all GONE. Pramis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Para naman magkaroon na rin ng ending. Kahit sad, at least may ending. At least, may chance nang magkaroon ng matinong epilogue yung istorya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;At higit sa lahat, para di ko na kelangan pang ma-guilty kahit in the first place ay wala naman akong dapat ika-guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Baka lang kasi di mo pa ramdam na I DON&#39;T WANT TO BE YOU FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Or maybe at some point, I thought I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But it really hurts. To be able to see you and not be able to hold you the way I want to. GAYA NUNG DATI. (Char!! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Yakan pa ha usa na kanta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&quot;You&#39;re the only light this empty room has ever had. Life without you is gonna be BLUER THAN BLUE... &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Hahahaha... YUCK!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/6510301515731474822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=6510301515731474822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/6510301515731474822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/6510301515731474822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/06/tae.html' title='TAE'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-7928304813323992390</id><published>2010-06-11T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:13:46.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;The moment I have been waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;It wasn&#39;t quite what I expected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But it still led to the one thing that, for all intents and purposes, I had been asking for all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Thanks for doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You know you&#39;re really good at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Thanks for the friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I guess it&#39;s as good as over now too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And thank you for breaking my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Ever as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Now you can go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And please, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;don&#39;t ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I LOVED YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Then again, I&#39;m glad you were too busy to not know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/7928304813323992390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=7928304813323992390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/7928304813323992390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/7928304813323992390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/06/lol.html' title='LoL...'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-7845408349100754270</id><published>2010-06-01T10:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T05:36:36.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;embolus&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Although I’ve already thought, re-thought, and over-thought about it a million times, I guess the realizations will never really come to a complete closure until that day when I finally get what I want from you: the TRUTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;It could hurt, but it would spare me from a pointless love chase less the “love” in the very least. And more importantly it would finally make come true the endless on-and-off resolution I’ve sworn to do for too many times: &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;TO MOVE ON!!&lt;/span&gt; :D Yakan pa man ni Madel: &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;“Puydi next chapter na??”&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I know I’ve done things that might have seemed contrary to the fact that I love you. But I swear, I never meant to hurt you in any way. And I know I’ve been a coward. Repressing these thoughts just to spare me from the bitter truth and giving in to such cowardly assumptions…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;For I love you, I had to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;One good thing came out of it though: we were made to realize that we could still be better, and that we still had a friendship that’s worth keeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I could still endure whatever may come. Maaram kanaman di ko gud ikaw natitiis. Nyahaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/7845408349100754270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=7845408349100754270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/7845408349100754270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/7845408349100754270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/06/embolus.html' title='&quot;embolus&quot;'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-4416359931890553076</id><published>2010-05-26T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:49:18.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you ask me this: &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);&quot;&gt;“Kay-anu, nadiri ka?”&lt;/span&gt; when I see something new with your “look.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;It almost makes me think that you CARE about what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But just so you know, you don’t have to worry about it because I like it the way it is. Ayeee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I love how you explain to me about stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;It makes me think that you don’t want me to be an IMBECILE or something. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But just so you know, I listen to every little thing you say. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I love the fact that you’re never late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;It makes me think that you really want to see me. Nyahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I mean, seriously, na-o-obvious ka lugud! Hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I love how you remember the things that I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And how you generalize what I like and what I don’t like based on what I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Like how you thought I didn’t like Boys Over Flowers just because I said I hated New Moon because it was a love story na parang ewan. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But just so you know, I would watch New Moon if you would. Ayeee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I love that you slice my pizza for me. ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Whether it was out of kindness or whatnot, I couldn’t care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You could keep doing that every time and I won’t mind. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I love that you do what you can to make me feel comfortable wherever those foreign places are that we go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;It almost makes me feel like you really CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Yes, as in the “more than friends” type of care. Nyahahaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And lastly, I love the fact that you show up when I need someone to show up most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You really are a “true friend.” =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And so you see, you do these things and leave me in an effing daze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You know, it wouldn’t be so impossible to hate you if you weren’t this kind and sweet and thoughtful and amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But just so you know, I appreciate everything—even if they’re in the context of us being “just friends.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Thank you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/4416359931890553076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=4416359931890553076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4416359931890553076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4416359931890553076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-how-you-ask-me-this-kay-anu.html' title='the little things'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-841838731561903746</id><published>2010-05-13T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:49:58.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time now, I&#39;ve been waiting for that moment-slash-incident-slash-&quot;big mistake&quot; which would eventually lead me to HATE you... But, unfortunately, I&#39;m not about to recount some hateful acts which you&#39;ve committed because there haven&#39;t been any yet (at least as far as our &quot;friendship&quot; is concerned). No matter how insensitive you are, when you do what you do to me (i.e. those that spell &quot;kind and sweet and gentlemanly&quot; xD), it altogether erases whatever irk I have for still not knowing what you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;ASAR noh? =) Pero ganun talaga eh, if I weren&#39;t this patient, then maybe I wouldn&#39;t deserve you. Para na nga akong gumagawa ng incident report ngayon dahil sa tindi ng pag-ulan ng alibis sa utak ko. The how&#39;s and why&#39;s of whatever led us to this kind of relationship just piles up until I&#39;m left with only the biggest remorse I have ever had in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know if I still have the right to expect as much as I do now given the mixed &quot;signs&quot; that I&#39;m receiving. But if I had known you for only a short time, I&#39;d have given you up as easily as I did the others (for lack of a more appropriate term, haha). But then again, I know for a fact that &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;that&#39;s just you&lt;/span&gt;. If I&#39;d attempt to change or at least talk you into changing the way you deal with people, most especially with me (!), then you wouldn&#39;t be the &quot;YOU&quot; whom I LOVE. (eew! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But kidding aside, whatever it is or however weeny it is that you have to give, I will accept it. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;is how much I love you... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/841838731561903746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=841838731561903746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/841838731561903746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/841838731561903746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/05/whatever.html' title='whatever...'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-2951995979399150047</id><published>2010-03-30T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:02:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you were here... T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish for a time when we could talk as if not a single thing from our past had ever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish there was a way for me to know you without risking a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish you had never been good to me and had never thought good of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish we had never become friends and never concurred to the same idiotic crap we&#39;d ever obsessed on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish there was a way for us to forget that we had once fallen in love with our idiotic selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish love had never come in the way of our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish we had stayed friends. I wish we had only been friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish I never liked you. And loved you. And hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish there was some way to forget everything you are and everything you&#39;d done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I wish I never met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;That way I would never miss you as badly as I do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I WISH YOU WERE HERE... T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/2951995979399150047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=2951995979399150047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/2951995979399150047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/2951995979399150047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-you-were-here-tt.html' title='i wish you were here... T_T'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-5458996171973724272</id><published>2010-03-02T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:50:41.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;the scientist&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it&#39;s best that I stop this while I still can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; After all, it&#39;s not like there&#39;s the existence of something mutual other than friendship here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I know that you love me. And you don&#39;t want me to be hurt, in as much as I don&#39;t want you to be, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; I also know that you still care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; You even care enough to still be my friend and to still give a shit about me when I was slowly falling apart and to give your doses of &quot;What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger&quot; advices p.r.n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; Then again, apparently still not enough to make you change your stupid plans for me, more so change your friggin drinking and smoking habits for me even for just a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I guess I&#39;ve also grown tired of waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; Of endlessly hypothesizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; Of planning for stupid schemes that never had once come to fruition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; Of over-analyzing those goddamn feelings of yours based on the littlest things that you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&quot;It&#39;s such a shame for us to part...&quot; without me knowing what lies there in your idiotic HEART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I still love you though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; Only that, I think it&#39;s finally time for me to let go. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/5458996171973724272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=5458996171973724272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/5458996171973724272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/5458996171973724272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/03/final-post.html' title='&quot;the scientist&quot;'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-4855157599565075932</id><published>2010-02-25T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:50:59.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kalokohan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ako dapat magalit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) no reply since who-knows-when&lt;br /&gt;(2) he told me to text him if something comes up and now he doesn&#39;t give a damn that I did.&lt;br /&gt;(3) I had to know that he was coming home through a friend&#39;s FB wall (!)&lt;br /&gt;(4) he never bothered to let me know whatever it was that I wanted him to tell me (if ever those friggin posts were actually true)&lt;br /&gt;(5) for the nth time, he made me feel so effing UNIMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;(6) buti pa ang iba, narereply-an nya&#39;t nababati...&lt;br /&gt;(7) and because despite these aforementioned premises, I&#39;d still be willing to forgive him if he explains to me what&#39;s happened to him for the past few days! (And that makes me a friggin IDIOT. And I feel so shitty because of it, and I am given reasons to hate myself, and I don&#39;t friggin like it, so dapat akong magalit! T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bakit naman ako HINDI dapat magalit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) hindi naman kami... (agi, OUCH!! xD)&lt;br /&gt;(2) thus, I&#39;ve no right to feel such emotions as these...&lt;br /&gt;(3) moreover, no right to expect, more so demand, anything as grand as him answering my messages and letting me know where he is, or in the very least, asking me how I&#39;m doing. T_T&lt;br /&gt;(4) we&#39;re just friends, and friends don&#39;t make such a big deal out of such lame reasons as that which I have.&lt;br /&gt;(5) wala naman talaga siyang ginagawang masama; he&#39;s just making me feel how he really feels about and thinks of me: Friggin UNIMPORTANT. Friggin WASTE OF TIME. Friggin &quot;JUST A FRIEND&quot;. And friggin NOTHING MORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what I&#39;m feeling is just one big friggin MISTAKE and he&#39;s really not &quot;the one&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;What if what I&#39;ve waited for what seemed like decades was not meant for me all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe... What if all of this just serves to underscore the real meaning of LOVE: that is, over and above everything else, PATIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I&#39;m just being a bit overly dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there really is an underlying reason for his actions and I just overreacted because anything that involves him, especially that which spells the &quot;HIM HURTING ME&quot; drama, is something to be overreacted upon just because I f**king love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE... YOU... ME...&lt;br /&gt;Will these friggin entities ever belong to the same wavelength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL!! Ang OA ko! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&quot;Ang LOVE, parang turtle na lumilipad -- &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;KALOKOHAN&lt;/span&gt;.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/4855157599565075932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=4855157599565075932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4855157599565075932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4855157599565075932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/02/kalokohan.html' title='kalokohan...'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-5824791949544127442</id><published>2010-02-22T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:51:28.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minamalas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they were meant to let you know that I have moved on. But of course I still care. It&#39;s one of the many curses you&#39;ve left me for being in love with you ONCE. TWICE. THRICE. n number of times where n&gt;the number of years of my existence on planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;If you&#39;ve read, I hope you realize some &quot;things&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako papansin. Hindi rin ako OA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Siguro nga gusto ko lang malaman kung ano na nga ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Because if I had to live this life for you, and all you&#39;ll ever be giving me is a friggin POSSIBILITY, bangin malagas nala intawun ak paghinulat. Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang ikaw ang may kakayahang maging insensitive. At hindi porke&#39;t mahal kita e hahayaan ko na lang na maging parati nalang na ganito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only question left now is: WILL I EVER EVER KNOW? @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Haaaaay...... &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Malas ko, ikaw ang natipuhan ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/5824791949544127442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=5824791949544127442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/5824791949544127442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/5824791949544127442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/02/minamalas.html' title='minamalas'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-4980113048407644773</id><published>2010-02-17T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:52:47.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kibir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let it all out. So that when my desire to push through with this KABALIWAN is all gone and I tire of crying my bleeding heart out, baka makalimutan na kita. Wala na akong pakialam kung umuwi ka man next week. In the event na mag-text ka, WALA NA AKONG PAKIALAM!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Do you know how hard it is to have someone as insensitive, and manhid, and indifferent towards my feelings as the love of my friggin life?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;How could I have loved someone who&#39;d hurt my feelings now and again, and then once in a blue moon would make me ecstatic and make it seem like there&#39;s something mutual between us when in fact there&#39;s friggin nothing! Someone who&#39;d tell me to text him if something comes up and not give a damn if I do. And someone who&#39;d, in one way or another, make me feel as unattractive as some pimply four-eyed geek who had never had a lovelife since birth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;PAIN. Frankly that&#39;s all you&#39;d ever caused me. And for that, I wouldn&#39;t want to need you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought we had a chance at something... I used to love you so much, you know that? I used to love you, and every time I tried to tell you, the oddest of odds would materialize. Hahahahaha... Dapat pala sineryoso ko yung signs. Baka nga naman ayaw talaga sa atin ng tadhana and I was so silly to think that this friggin free will was what I needed. Y**K la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I said, bahala ka na tim life, bahala nala liwat ak hit ak. KIBIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/4980113048407644773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=4980113048407644773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4980113048407644773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/4980113048407644773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/02/kibir.html' title='kibir!'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-8334516475064808927</id><published>2010-02-15T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:53:17.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bahala na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him. I promise never to associate myself with him ever again. EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was &quot;the only one I cared enough to hurt about&quot; and has practically given me nothing but heartache... A million fears and insecurities, and a reason to hate myself. LECHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I&#39;d have nothing to live and die for if you were gone. But right now, I&#39;d rather be &quot;empty&quot; than be bombarded with all these heartaches every day of my life. If my memory of you could just leave my brain just like on that 50 First Dates movie, then I&#39;d be happy. With that I wouldn&#39;t have to wake up every morning feeling all shitty because I longed for something which Icouldn&#39;t ever have. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, from this day on, diri na ak makig-istorya ha im EVER! Not unless you give me a good reason why you&#39;ve been ever so bagtik lately -- and for all of your life even! Bisan kapa makig-istorya, di nak makig-istorya ha im. Bisan pa daw mag-appear pa nga bitter ak, bahala nala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, who am I kidding? As if such a thing would ever occur: you talking to me or you even bothering to ask how I&#39;m doing. Hin-u ba naman ako para kamustahun mo? We&#39;re not even close. And no matter what I do, I couldn&#39;t ever amount to your so-called &quot;friends.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sige la, bali ba. Tikang yana, bahala ka na tim kinabuhi, bahala nala liwat ak hit akon. Diri na ak... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/8334516475064808927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=8334516475064808927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/8334516475064808927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/8334516475064808927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/02/bahala-na.html' title='bahala na...'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-5756721749362910516</id><published>2010-02-05T08:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:54:05.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kapag naiisip kita, napapangiti ako... ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:inherit;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:inherit;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like our &quot;FIRST DATE&quot; all over again... Only that, as much as I&#39;d want it to be otherwise, for now, we&#39;re really &quot;just friends&quot;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn&#39;t it?&lt;br /&gt;How the best-laid of plans would end up being futile; and how that one single spontaneous short notice would come to yield the most memorable &quot;FRIENDLY DATE&quot; ever... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;How with the mere act of conversing, and none so much as a hug or a touch taking place, the most KILIG of all moments would materialize... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;And how with the friggin EMBOLUS-like state of our &quot;relationship&quot;, i.e., literally DISLODGED and FREELY-FLOATING as &quot;JUST FRIENDS&quot;, we&#39;ve come to share more of ourselves and have, in so many ways, become &quot;more than friends&quot; than we&#39;d ever been. ^_^ Eeeeee... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It&#39;s been two and a half years of delaying this so-called &quot;gratification&quot; and if I may as honestly as add, spending the rather emptiest days of this friggin life without (literally) seeing him... But alas! At long long last, we finally met. =)&lt;br /&gt;How joyous it would have been though if the circumstances surrounding our so-called careers had agreed to us being together, and more importantly, if his true feelings (which for all intents and purposes have practically remained a mystery up to this point in time!) were the same as that of mine.&lt;br /&gt;JUSMIYU NGA PANHUNA-HUNA ABAADAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, that night was wonderfullest of all... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;When I&#39;d come to think of it, all I&#39;d ever remember was being HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;For he was there, and for one and a half hours he was all mine. (Bwahaha! xD)&lt;br /&gt;And even before that, the &quot;signs&quot; had seemed to connive for it to happen after a long long time of waiting for our friggin &quot;DATE-ON-STANDBY&quot; status to come to fruition. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... I am just so friggin filled with thoughts of HIM, and only HIM... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way his face would seem to glow everytime he smiled...&lt;br /&gt;The way his eyes would seem to dance around each time he spoke of his own little stupid jokes and his stupid plans for the future...&lt;br /&gt;And the way his skin would seem to conduct some sort of electric impulse each time he&#39;d bump his foot onto mine in an effort to stop me from pestering him for the corniest of his jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I&#39;d think of all the million little things that, in one way or another, make him the freakazoid that I adore,&lt;br /&gt;I would just freeze in nostalgic ecstasy...&lt;br /&gt;And vividly recall how I would melt everytime those eyes would see through mine...&lt;br /&gt;And then without further analysis or whatnot, I would all over again doubtlessly conclude &lt;strike style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;THAT I&#39;M IN LOVE WITH HIM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:inherit;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha... Obvious ba? xD&lt;br /&gt;Basta... Kapag naiisip kita, napapangiti ako. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I&#39;m just grateful that we met.&lt;br /&gt;And despite everything, I&#39;m still glad that we&#39;re &quot;JUST FRIENDS&quot;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:inherit;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/5756721749362910516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=5756721749362910516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/5756721749362910516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/5756721749362910516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2010/02/kapag-naiisip-kita-napapangiti-ako_05.html' title='kapag naiisip kita, napapangiti ako... ^_^'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-5130354767267612949</id><published>2009-12-30T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:54:34.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting, waiting, wishing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it&#39;s one of those days when I&#39;d think of you just when I&#39;m about to sleep and then my mind would wander off to a memory of you sitting close to me, embracing me with those sturdy arms, and sharing with me that warmth that so lavishly entwined our then euphoric hearts, which never would have overworked themselves the same way, except maybe in the direst situations when we&#39;re miles apart and we couldn&#39;t wait to see each other again, and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d begin to wonder if I&#39;d ever feel the same way for somebody again EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Well, perhaps not. Obviously because the thought of you, in the multifarious dimensions of it, has become the center of my attention and of my deepest and darkest hopes and fears for the past n years of my friggin life. DANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never welcomed the thought that I could have you. Because in the first place, I have not the teeniest right to. No matter how much free will permits me, it would only be so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I guess I&#39;ve grown tired of making up alibis to see you. And oh, how I wish there&#39;d come a time when I&#39;d be able to talk to you not because I&#39;m in need of your help but because I merely want to be with you... If that&#39;s still ever gonna happen. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/5130354767267612949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=5130354767267612949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/5130354767267612949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/5130354767267612949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2009/12/sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title='sitting, waiting, wishing...'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-2984011028198649189</id><published>2009-12-29T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:54:56.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in other words, i love you... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being without you, while still utterly entertaining the thought of you and the thought that I could still have you again, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re not here, but since as always, you&#39;re still the center of my every thought and my every action, still feels like you&#39;re here... Only that it&#39;s just one big fat friggin ILLUSION which I choose to live under for reasons that are only fathomable by this pathetically pragmatic mind of mine. Geez!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Why do I please myself with these crazy memories when I could make every one of them real??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Why do I live each day thinking that someday, at the right place and at the right time, we&#39;ll be together again, when I have every chance there is to be with you NOW??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Why do I still struggle to find the right words when I know perfectly well that they won&#39;t matter as long as we&#39;re in the same realm sharing that one same moment and then everything would just fall into place then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Why do I choose to be the coward that I am now and live my every friggin day without you knowing how profoundly I feel for you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Will I forever write these words down and just wait for some great miracle that&#39;d make you read them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Arghhh!!! I&#39;m a basket case!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/2984011028198649189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=2984011028198649189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/2984011028198649189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/2984011028198649189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-other-words-i-love-you.html' title='in other words, i love you... =)'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-6609661909758470890</id><published>2009-11-20T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:14:23.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pag sinasaktan mo ako, yan ang gusto ko! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When in more ways than one you make me feel like I&#39;m of no importance to your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you never care to tell me more, simply because I don&#39;t ask for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you base your goddamn decisions solely on what&#39;s right and not on what pleases you. (or me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you seem not to think about how I&#39;d feel during practically every moment of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When without the least effort you give me the impression that you&#39;re okay without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you give me exactly what I need and nothing &quot;more&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you deliver those advices in the bluntest, most tactless of all ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you elicit--directly and/or indirectly--jealousy within me, in every sense of the word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you make me think and make me feel that I&#39;m stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you prove to me that you&#39;re always right and that I&#39;m always wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you give such concise remarks that leave me hanging in wonderment every effing time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you just sit there and do nothing, and yet still ultimately give off that intimidating aura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you&#39;re constantly being your stubborn self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you don&#39;t listen to me and you don&#39;t take care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you go and drink like there&#39;s no friggin tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And even when, you seem ever-so-effing-unaffected by my absence......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;YOU BREAK MY HEART, do you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But then again, that&#39;s you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Whether you conscientiously do what you do to me every day of our effing lives, or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You give me reason to be with you more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you tell me how you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you laugh at my lamest jokes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;When you flash the smile that I so rarely see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And when you apologize for mistakes that are really mine in the first place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I DIE. ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Which is why, despite everything, I&#39;m still here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Kasi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;Pag sinasaktan mo ako, &#39;yan ang gusto ko!&quot;&lt;/span&gt; (Pedicab)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;In every friggin sense of that phrase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;GAGO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/6609661909758470890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=6609661909758470890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/6609661909758470890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/6609661909758470890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-friggin-hurts.html' title='pag sinasaktan mo ako, yan ang gusto ko! :D'/><author><name>chuvachenilyncheness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2aSsfix9pk/VKWUbtMyKOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uc-swi_Me04/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32399426.post-7212538612911776859</id><published>2009-11-05T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:02:21.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;I never left... I waited...&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Thank you for not being there. And for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn&#39;t clear to you why I wasn&#39;t the slightest ready to face you yet, what with all my issues and all that, na-gets mo pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;There was a second there though when I actually felt I could succumb to it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I WAS THERE, for goodness&#39; sake! Oo na nga lang ang kulang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, Fortuna sure was playing with me and these goddamn feelings of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Nag-bran awt.&lt;br /&gt;Na-empty batt.&lt;br /&gt;Nasira ang landline.&lt;br /&gt;Umulan nang umulan nang umulan.&lt;br /&gt;At bumaha... The whole friggin night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti sana kung nangyari ang mga kamalasang iyon nung nakarating ka na at magkasama na tayo!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;Hahay... If only I said yes in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn&#39;t. So, that&#39;s that.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw lang talaga sa atin ng tadhana, pare. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/feeds/7212538612911776859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32399426&amp;postID=7212538612911776859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/7212538612911776859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/7212538612911776859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-left-i-waited.html' title='&quot;I never left... 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