<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575</id><updated>2012-01-30T05:09:19.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never really wanted to.</title><subtitle type='html'>It doesn't look like what it seems.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-6505532512027780719</id><published>2007-09-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:32:17.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a bullsh*t for sharing this, though it's all in the past now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so the days grew just a bit longer than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really wanted to, but she just made me fall more faster. From there, I then realized that I just somehow forced myself to face what's infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;It grew very differently from the way I wanted it to be--not like this, it's just another side of what story lies within. I pretend. Yes, and I acted well enough on making the majority believe on waht I am feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled with such gladness. What a make believe I have found myself in, I smiled back knowning the fact that the feeling that she's in a lie everytime I look at her. She's just so fragile, and at the same time so powerful without any barriers holding her back... She made me fall too fast. Way too fast. Before I know it, I'm already in a moshpit, smothered by flattery. I couldn't control myself but to accept the reality of what's in store for me. What a such beauty to arouse myself on something I never wanted to happen. It made me feel contented in a short period of time, even without having the thought of what may happen in the coming future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I taken this serious enough, or am I just having a shot of some taste that I could never really have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day has ended. And I am in a meloncholic trauma of what happend to me in the past. I could try to be all fine, to be just the one who I am before but I Just couldn't. It's eating me alive. An emotion a bit too strong, which within me has devoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I fallen really in love? Finally, I thought of something new. Really new. And so, I grabbed what device I could pick-up so that I could utterly confess what I have in mind. She answers right back--a voice of rejection I heard. The conversation ended right there, with me left in silence for a moment... For a day.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it, it's like I was used, played with. Such an unfair moment for me to the fact that I am willing to take the risk and everything, but I guess it wasn't just enough to be the one beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she just needed more of what I could give, what I could offer. Or maybe... She just needed no one at the moment. What happened? I mean, there was something--a possible spark, but she gave up on it. The potential of what could someday blossom ended right at the moment when I just wanted to begin. Could I say that "We almost had it"; well I think I just fell way too short... I know you weren't ready. but why fonder with the feeling of falling deeply, then suddenly grab a branch to stop from feeling such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you said I'm just taking it way too seriously, when in the first place; you were the one who made me think that I should. Your actions just don't suit your words. You're too strong when it comes the the art of conversation and argument, but I could feel that it's also the same thing that makes you weak. Were you surprised of what had happend? Suddenly you couldn't control it any longer so then you gave up and turned away. Now, I was left like a fool of the remanants of what just happend. I tried to pick it up, assemble and somehow show to you that I'm worth the try. But you couldn't agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... It's all in the past now, and all I have to do is to live with it. Thanks for hurting me, though I know I myself is the one to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98395248530673575-6505532512027780719?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/6505532512027780719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=6505532512027780719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/6505532512027780719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/6505532512027780719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-such-bullsht-for-sharing-this-though.html' title='I&apos;m such a bullsh*t for sharing this, though it&apos;s all in the past now.'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-6251034550870918026</id><published>2007-08-31T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:12:11.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buti pa ang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just saw this one sa kung saan-saan. Wala lang, nakakatuwa eh. Bakit ba?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;buti pa ang kalendaryo may date&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang hersheys may kisses&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang probability may chance&lt;br /&gt;yung ibang tao wala&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang telepono hini-hello&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang film nadi-develop&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang typewriter nata-type-pan&lt;br /&gt;yung ibang tao hindi&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang exams sinasagot&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang problema iniisip&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang assignment inu-uwi&lt;br /&gt;yung ibang tao hindi&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang panyo na dadantay sa pisngi&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang baso dinadampian ng labi&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang unan inaakap sa gabi&lt;br /&gt;yung ibang tao hindi pwede&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang kamalian napapansin&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang salamin minamasdan&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang hininga hinahabol&lt;br /&gt;yung ibang tao hindi&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang tindera nagpapatawad&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang awit at tugtog pinagsasama&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang sugat inaalagaan&lt;br /&gt;yung ibang tao hindi&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang lungs malapit sa puso&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang kotse mahal&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang pera iniingatan&lt;br /&gt;yung ibang tao hindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98395248530673575-6251034550870918026?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/6251034550870918026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=6251034550870918026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/6251034550870918026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/6251034550870918026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/08/buti-pa-ang.html' title='Buti pa ang...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-2873285107375095269</id><published>2007-08-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:21:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxed-up Frailty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all inside, inside, inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yah! Honestly, this past few weeks or months--still, I'm not in my normal state of mind. LOL! Haha! Is there such?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I've been doing nothing lately, and its what's making me busy. =)) Some of my friends wonder why am I acting this way, I'm all going back to the old Timmy I've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Loner, &lt;em&gt;suplado&lt;/em&gt;, and the like--to which I totally disagree. Some say that I'm not that approachable anymore, nor jolly to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragile&lt;/strong&gt;: I am right now. There's this regrets and guilts within me that I, myself haven't yet discovered. Maybe, it's one reason why I'm gone snobbish and stuff lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, maybe it's time for me to honestly confess that I am lonely. I feel alone in a quite some time now. It sucks, and I hate the f*ckin' feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98395248530673575-2873285107375095269?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/2873285107375095269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=2873285107375095269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/2873285107375095269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/2873285107375095269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/08/boxed-up-frailty.html' title='Boxed-up Frailty.'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-2483371697129351604</id><published>2007-08-18T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:05:38.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tinatamad na ako mag post dito, pero sige.. Balang araw sisipagin din ako at magiging nakakatuwa ang blog ko na ito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98395248530673575-2483371697129351604?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/2483371697129351604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=2483371697129351604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/2483371697129351604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/2483371697129351604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/08/woo.html' title='Woo~'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-5531860541181931515</id><published>2007-08-01T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:47:32.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutbox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've placed a shout box! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Haha! Sana pag tumagal sipagin na akong mag post dito sa blog na toh. Haha!&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/98395248530673575-5531860541181931515?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/5531860541181931515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=5531860541181931515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/5531860541181931515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/5531860541181931515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoutbox.html' title='Shoutbox!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-126040280023826827</id><published>2007-07-30T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:52:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And YES, I miss her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry, I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know she's just there, still, I miss her. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98395248530673575-126040280023826827?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/126040280023826827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=126040280023826827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/126040280023826827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/126040280023826827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-yes-i-miss-her.html' title='And YES, I miss her.'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-5324979233524105959</id><published>2007-07-21T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:12:39.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I think it's better to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's far more better to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented right now--I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98395248530673575-5324979233524105959?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/5324979233524105959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=5324979233524105959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/5324979233524105959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/5324979233524105959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/07/run-away.html' title='Run away'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-7029690267610501436</id><published>2007-07-17T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:20:35.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a comfort to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Give up to give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a comfort to know that you still find a way to make yourself feel happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant&lt;/span&gt;: Argh! I can't write anything that's long or has an elaborated explanation of what I want to talk about. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rave&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa wakas hindi mainit ang panahon&lt;/span&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/98395248530673575-7029690267610501436?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/7029690267610501436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=7029690267610501436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/7029690267610501436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/7029690267610501436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-comfort-to-know.html' title='It&apos;s a comfort to know'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98395248530673575.post-5962559512360243133</id><published>2007-07-15T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T04:19:08.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;With every end comes a new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well, this new blog will serve as a start of something new for me. There's been so many changes that happend to me lately, and some has already been thrown in my &lt;em&gt;so-called &lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all a memory now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Right now, I am not happy nor lonely. &lt;em&gt;Kaya sa mga tao jan na nagsasabi na in love ako or emo ako--well, hindi. Nasa tamang mood lang ako.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know... Sometimes I feel like I'm having a battle between having a fair emotion and a rising affection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98395248530673575-5962559512360243133?l=ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/feeds/5962559512360243133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98395248530673575&amp;postID=5962559512360243133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/5962559512360243133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98395248530673575/posts/default/5962559512360243133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverreallywantedto.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-change.html' title='For a change'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170704747882729742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
