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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Di ko kayang maging kasing-insensitive mo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pero naisip ko din: yan pala ang tunay na ikaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;10 years! Geez, I’ve been an idiot for 10 years!! Frig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;For now, cheers to a new beginning!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-533922200866467988?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I absolutely love him when he smiles." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, &lt;/b&gt;my one and only! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Yaks. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ay oo nga pala, segue lang: nagkita kami once. ACCIDENTALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NAGKITA, as in: nagtinginan, nagtitigan, nagtaka kung hallucination lang yung moment, at hindi nilapitan ang isa't isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YUP, ganun ako kalabo. At ganun siya ka-epal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero oks lang, di na ako ganun kabaliw gaya nung dati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayaw muna kitang makita at makausap. FOR NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Unless of course maulit yung epal na moment na yun. LoL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't worry, I won'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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"O kay tagal din kitang minahal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O kay tagal din kitang mamahalin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-2426541445834029865?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lp0cP2_oCw2EuM185jJMZQdH1e4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lp0cP2_oCw2EuM185jJMZQdH1e4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mLkDmP/~4/tjilftcLD0c" height="1" width="1"/&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?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32399426/posts/default/2426541445834029865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mLkDmP/~3/tjilftcLD0c/burnout.html" title="burnout" /><author><name>Helga</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/_PWOCjAyY7Sc/TJvxrsDAtNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VLMsbNTHlMw/S220/aniken20.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com/2011/04/burnout.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GQHg9eip7ImA9WxFUF0Q.&quot;"><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><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-29T15:02:01.662+08:00</app:edited><title>bitter</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wouldn't want to think that we'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'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's bad enough that you broke my heart when you chose to do nothing. And I guess you'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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A humongous amount of WASTED TIME -- that's all it had ever been, really. But with all the time I'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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KUN KAYANU IKAW???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Kayanu nayawa IKAW?? LoL. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SANA HINDI KA MAGING MASAYA KAHIT KELAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You deserve that. You really do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-8416435122780918790?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Manhid ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kaya nga ba di tayo bagay na dalawa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero di nga, on a more serious note, sabihin mo lang and I'm gone. Sabihin mo lang and these feelings will never again be in that dormant state up until they're triggered once we meet again. Sabihin mo lang and I'll do whatever I can to stay away from you. One word from you, really, and I'm all GONE. Pramis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baka lang kasi di mo pa ramdam na I DON'T WANT TO BE YOU FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or maybe at some point, I thought I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yakan pa ha usa na kanta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"You're the only light this empty room has ever had. Life without you is gonna be BLUER THAN BLUE... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahaha... YUCK!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-6510301515731474822?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ayeee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love how you explain to me about stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the fact that you’re never late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes me think that you really want to see me. Nyahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, seriously, na-o-obvious ka lugud! Hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love how you remember the things that I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love that you slice my pizza for me. ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether it was out of kindness or whatnot, I couldn’t care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It almost makes me feel like you really CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You really are a “true friend.” =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-4416359931890553076?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember how I used to ask him for advice on forgetting that one person who has broken my heart very badly. And I remember him saying that he could not relate to what I was feeling and that he was sorry he couldn’t help. *sigh* But I do remember him saying this one: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“What does not kill you makes you stronger.”&lt;/span&gt;  (That’s already like my ultimate motto in life. LoL :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has practically always been there (although not literally) because I could always spill my heart out to him and he would always listen. He may not always understand how it feels like to be broken-hearted but he could always make it seem like, just like any other thing, it was something which I could get by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He knew how hard it was for me to go gaga over someone who treated me like crap. And I remember telling him every crappy thing this “moron” has done to me and he would always try not to react. He’s not at all perfect but he would try his best not to hurt me, especially with his “words” since it’s our only form of communication. And I would always love it when he explains to me how difficult it is for him to express what he feels through “TEXT.” And I sooo love it when he explains because these explanations would make up the longest text messages he’d ever send to me. (not like his usual messages which average 5 words. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember hearing his thoughts on PMS and EMA and stuff. And I remember contemplating on it and comparing him to the “moron” who broke my heart, and then telling him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;“Agi kay buutan ka man, adto kay pervert!” &lt;/span&gt;Hahahaha…  And I would smile at the thought of him laughing at it because I would think to myself that perhaps it was the only consolation he had for putting up with my endless rants. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now what have I done for him, as a “friend”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I always tried my best to be nice, although I always ended up being sardonic and, at times, even totally apathetic. But deep down, God knows how deeply and genuinely concerned I was about him, as a friend. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am amazed at how we’ve managed to still be friends despite what happened to us in the past. And by “friend,” I mean actually not having any more love for him (in the romantic sense) because I really just saw him as a friend then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But that was then. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember summer of 2007 when we saw each other for the most number of times since high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember when we went to Tolosa and I practically just spent the night sleeping at Jandy’s house because I didn’t want Jandy’s brother to see me outside. LoL!! But eventually, they (the Pahals) asked me to go to the beach and I went with them but I didn’t join them in bathing. So anyway, he sat with me by the shore. I forgot what we talked about but I know it wasn’t something personal. It was like a 1/3 conversation + 2/3 silence kind of moment. And an awkward moment at that! I asked him to sit in front of me kay mahagkut adto an hangin tikang ha dagat. And he obliged, ever as usual. LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there was that time when we (the Pahals) went to his place just because Marlou said, “Basta pakadto kay may pangaun!” Haha. I had no idea it was a grad party for his mother and when we went in, his mother called me and I was amazed at how she still remembered my name. *sigh* I remember he asked me to drink the beer which he opened for me, and I outrightly dismissed it. He told me to drink it or else… :D And that was awkward moment #2. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I remember when we were at Kristel’s house for the fiesta. We (Churny and I) went there on short notice and only because they (the Pahals) were there. I remember wanting to leave right after eating because I knew there’d be a drinking session afterwards, and I simply don’t drink. (KJ noh? :D) So I was basically just standing by the stairs and ready to leave when he “cornered” me (LoL! :D) and asked me to stay a while longer. *sigh* And that was awkward moment #3. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those were the memorable ones—memorable in the sense that they were the only ones I remembered. Haha. But I could very well remember how every time we said goodbye, he would always tell me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;“Text na la.”&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now that I think of it that was actually the time when my love for him was really purely Platonic and it was almost like I was ignoring him all the time—or at least when he tried talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that summer, we had not seen each other for almost 3 years. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I have no idea why I remember these things all of a sudden. It’s probably because I’m confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s just that when I’m alone with him (which almost always means that I get to experience his slightly repulsive personality), I would madly wish that the day would just end as soon as effing possible. And then when the day is done and I get to think of what has happened (which almost always means that I realize just how kind and sweet and thoughtful he really is, but only in the weirdest ways), I would madly wish that I’d see him again as soon as effing possible! I mean, is that CRAZY or what?? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps we’re better off as friends… But then again, on second thought, DIRI AKO HIT FRIENDS LA!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE HIM. That’s all there is to it, really. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-7962052348455961025?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(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't friggin like it, so dapat akong magalit! T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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'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'm doing. T_T&lt;br /&gt;(4) we're just friends, and friends don'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's just making me feel how he really feels about and thinks of me: Friggin UNIMPORTANT. Friggin WASTE OF TIME. Friggin "JUST A FRIEND". And friggin NOTHING MORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what I'm feeling is just one big friggin MISTAKE and he's really not "the one"?&lt;br /&gt;What if what I'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'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 "HIM HURTING ME" 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="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;"Ang LOVE, parang turtle na lumilipad -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KALOKOHAN&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-4855157599565075932?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Only that, as much as I'd want it to be otherwise, for now, we're really "just friends". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn'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 "FRIENDLY DATE" 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 "relationship", i.e., literally DISLODGED and FREELY-FLOATING as "JUST FRIENDS", we've come to share more of ourselves and have, in so many ways, become "more than friends" than we'd ever been. ^_^ Eeeeee... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It's been two and a half years of delaying this so-called "gratification" 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'd come to think of it, all I'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 "signs" had seemed to connive for it to happen after a long long time of waiting for our friggin "DATE-ON-STANDBY" 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'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'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="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THAT I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:inherit;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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'm just grateful that we met.&lt;br /&gt;And despite everything, I'm still glad that we're "JUST FRIENDS". =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:inherit;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-5756721749362910516?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(or me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you seem not to think about how I'd feel during practically every moment of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When without the least effort you give me the impression that you're okay without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you give me exactly what I need and nothing "more".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you deliver those advices in the bluntest, most tactless of all ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you make me think and make me feel that I'm stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you prove to me that you're always right and that I'm always wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're constantly being your stubborn self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you don't listen to me and you don't take care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you go and drink like there's no friggin tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YOU BREAK MY HEART, do you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, that's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You give me reason to be with you more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you tell me how you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you laugh at my lamest jokes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you flash the smile that I so rarely see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I DIE. ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which is why, despite everything, I'm still here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kasi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pag sinasaktan mo ako, 'yan ang gusto ko!"&lt;/span&gt; (Pedicab)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In every friggin sense of that phrase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GAGO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32399426-6609661909758470890?l=chuvachenilyncheness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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