<?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-12835960</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:15:53.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner than Later</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835960.post-114811916349927400</id><published>2006-05-20T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:59:24.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You're Wondering</title><content type='html'>I'm looking up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;pondering the words that you said,&lt;br /&gt;feeling deeply scarred,&lt;br /&gt;and I cant even fake a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great,&lt;br /&gt;that night that we shared,&lt;br /&gt;under the moonlit horizon,&lt;br /&gt;looking at stars in the clear night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that instance,&lt;br /&gt;when I had the guts to speak up,&lt;br /&gt;voiced out what I keep so deep,&lt;br /&gt;and I thought I had a chance to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weeks time had passed after that,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach you but got no reply,&lt;br /&gt;tried to let you feel how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;but you seemed to be so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me doesnt have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;not even friends that are so close to me,&lt;br /&gt;and they often ask, why you,&lt;br /&gt;I would just say, why not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I waited and hoped.&lt;br /&gt;for a just chance that I would die for,&lt;br /&gt;to prove how deeply I've fallen,&lt;br /&gt;but things never seem to go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUt of the blue you confessed a thing,&lt;br /&gt;a thing which I didn't even ask from you,&lt;br /&gt;it stopped me from thinking,&lt;br /&gt;thinking I have a shot with you or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people that I know, it seemed so fast,&lt;br /&gt;and to you it seemed even a lot faster,&lt;br /&gt;I beg for forgiveness if you felt that way,&lt;br /&gt;but for me it seemed longer than eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back the hands of time,&lt;br /&gt;if I would be given another chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'll more than gladly do it again,&lt;br /&gt;if given the feeling to feel like that again,&lt;br /&gt;I will repeat it over and over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-114811916349927400?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114811916349927400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=114811916349927400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/114811916349927400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/114811916349927400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-case-youre-wondering.html' title='In Case You&apos;re Wondering'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835960.post-112720524721383764</id><published>2005-09-20T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:36:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our basketball team's fiasco</title><content type='html'>Sigh... "Malakas ang CS, t@ngna kayang kaya natin sila, tambak dapat tol hah, di na sila dapat makascore...." Bitchy thoughts and words I once shared with the rest of our team when the Intrams started, and now coming near its end. We've fought 4 games to track, lost the first, won the second, lost twice consecutively to "two weaker teams" as the rest of the team tells it. Sigh... The girls team are better than we are, they have a record of 3 and 1, the hell that they dont do well in practice, they dont practice so to speak but they got where we would have wanted to be right now. Assh0les that's what our team and the rest of us should be could, bigheaded assh0les for we over-estimated our chances, though we can do it, we just never delivered, our mouth's spoke to much of our greatness that our bodies forgot to do what should be done. Sigh...... now we don't have a chance to move ahead, one more game and it will be all over and soon, we'll be laughing stocks for the whole college. Sigh........ We could have done something but we didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-112720524721383764?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/112720524721383764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=112720524721383764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/112720524721383764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/112720524721383764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/09/our-basketball-teams-fiasco.html' title='Our basketball team&apos;s fiasco'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835960.post-112124460754654120</id><published>2005-07-13T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:40:41.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stares</title><content type='html'>It is more than a month after the start of these new School Year,and I've been dyin' to write somethin' about it but hasn't had the time to do so. This is another year of chances and oppurtunities, trials and euberance, to meet new al\nd old friends. It has been good to know that I am still with my friends, plus the fact that I am still in the course that I like. I am excited yet uncertain due to the fact that I have this responsibility to perform through this challenge,and prove others wrong. Uncertain coz of people that always will try to bring me down in whatever I do, Things that will drag me down, and circumstances that wont permit me to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken part in school activities, mingled with people whom I never thought I would have had, befriended new people, and I'm sure raised a few eyebrows. And there's those "stares", call me paranoid or whatever, but I hate some of those stares that some in class throw at me. They see me as the recon guy, the guy who is still here due to pity and nothin' else. A friend told me that even in the basketball try outs, it was evident to him that some don't want me in and I dont know who or why. There's no need to point fingers at me, I feel them, and I dont like it, but i dont care. I'm here with renewed pssion to study and strive for excellence, to proove that I am what I want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of me as a person that needs to impress "all", no need. If I do that I will be the great example of Failure. No one can satisfy everyone. I know that not all will be happy for me but what the hell. who are they, I dont give a crap.&lt;br /&gt;The only important thing for me is that I have my family to supprot me and help me, my friends that is always there (Go PUBES!!! :)) and the guidance of Our Almighty Father. With that I am strong, I am defended, I will sure to survive, I am a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who thinks they know me should think like the poeple who knows me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-112124460754654120?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/112124460754654120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=112124460754654120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/112124460754654120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/112124460754654120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/07/stares.html' title='Stares'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835960.post-111960306492105389</id><published>2005-06-24T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T01:51:04.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day After Today</title><content type='html'>Every other day that passes away&lt;br /&gt;I cannot bear this feeling each day&lt;br /&gt;That tends me not to be as gay&lt;br /&gt;For you are so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind cannot tell&lt;br /&gt;What my senses do feel&lt;br /&gt;All of them are affected&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can never be near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sight do ask my mind&lt;br /&gt;"Where can I see her?"&lt;br /&gt;My mind will then reply&lt;br /&gt;"Forget it she will never be around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my loneliness, I would ask myself&lt;br /&gt;Should I continue, but I could not bare no more&lt;br /&gt;my feelings for her&lt;br /&gt;can not be settled  anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside me, I left a thing&lt;br /&gt;A thing that gives me life&lt;br /&gt;And it's hope, hoping to see her&lt;br /&gt;A day after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-111960306492105389?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/111960306492105389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=111960306492105389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111960306492105389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111960306492105389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-after-today.html' title='A Day After Today'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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-12835960.post-111855102199361144</id><published>2005-06-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:37:01.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner than Later</title><content type='html'>I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;Been too down to fight&lt;br /&gt;To hurt to move&lt;br /&gt;Been so defetead inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to swallow it all&lt;br /&gt;Clawed my way up&lt;br /&gt;Forced my limbs to move&lt;br /&gt;Halted by forces that lurks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found you&lt;br /&gt;You that brought the life back in me&lt;br /&gt;You that  made me want to move&lt;br /&gt;Do thingsm, I never knew I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later things will be better&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later I will be better&lt;br /&gt;All because you came in the picture&lt;br /&gt;Much sooner than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-111855102199361144?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/111855102199361144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=111855102199361144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111855102199361144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111855102199361144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/06/sooner-than-later.html' title='Sooner than Later'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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-12835960.post-111811844852063558</id><published>2005-06-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:27:28.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas...</title><content type='html'>Summer is the time for people to relax, lay back from the rigors of life, a time for friends to enjoy nature with the company of each other, and feel life as simple as can be, atleast for most people not to me. It has been a war-time for me and the school premises were the battle ground. i had battled through two stressful months, countless sleepless nights, tiresome days, fake laughters and forced smiles, and wasted time just as simple as that. Now, I don't care much for at long last, I am through and overturned a falling me, I was given that last chance I was fighting for. Those wasted moments aren't stuff to be regretted, those times will be part of my  "I couk have's" no more no less. For during that span I could have taken a class ot two that most definitely changed my current status in the university, but nothing to mope about. Coz uring those times i met new people, made new friends (you all know who you are ^_^), made a better person out of me with regards to my attitude towards other people, friendships grew stronger, I found out that I am not aone  that I have a family that cares,and friends that are always there. Most of all. I realized that i should do better than just exerting good efforts, it should always be no less than your best in anything that I do. It was worth the wait, worth the days, worth all the efforts, worth all the conversations, worth all the epenses. It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm like a bamboo plant. I'll bow down an will fall as the powerful wind beckons it to be, but I won't stay down for long, I'll get back to my rightful place, it's no way than up&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-111811844852063558?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/111811844852063558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=111811844852063558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111811844852063558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111811844852063558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/06/alas.html' title='Alas...'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835960.post-111733999815144237</id><published>2005-05-28T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:31:42.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Knowing If I Can</title><content type='html'>As I rest my mind&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to clear the dust and&lt;br /&gt;Shadows that cover all of me&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to traverse this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that instance&lt;br /&gt;That I laid my eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;You've been running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Feeling uncontented with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things do change as time drives by&lt;br /&gt;Just like rocks that grow old and rivers dry,&lt;br /&gt;and all wisdom becomes dumb&lt;br /&gt;But this I feel grows much, much more that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields, and valleys, meadows and gardens do fade&lt;br /&gt;To the way-ward winter's beckonings had made&lt;br /&gt;It's just like what I'm feeling and hurts me more as days pass&lt;br /&gt;Not telling you how I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am often alone&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly upon closed doors&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;Everything I feel deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could just tell you&lt;br /&gt;The things that clutters my mind&lt;br /&gt;But never know if I could&lt;br /&gt;Tell the words, I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to gaze at you&lt;br /&gt;Longing for your arms&lt;br /&gt;To cuddle me up&lt;br /&gt;To sleep at night, Knowing you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"This was supposed to be lyrics of a song for a friend's band but they thought it was to "keme" so I put it aside for a while, then I fused in a poem I did back in High School t add spice to it, hope you'd appreciate it ^_^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-111733999815144237?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/111733999815144237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=111733999815144237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111733999815144237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111733999815144237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-knowing-if-i-can.html' title='Not Knowing If I Can'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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-12835960.post-111733917678200152</id><published>2005-05-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:02:43.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erudition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;baka naman hindi talaga syo pare hanapin mo ung "sayo""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine once told me that if things don't fit it isn't for you, if it isn't yours it wont be yours. He even gave me this Luther King saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If a man hasn't found something he would give his life for, he is not fit to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is about the the way I am currently traverssing,(the truth is this is a comment about his comment on my last post). I do believe that things happen for a reason, stuff tend to belong to someone even before it faces them personally, this sort of thing is pre-written. I wasn't sure why he told me that, is he tryin' to say that I shouldn't waste time and effort to continue building a path that I want for myself? Or is it the other way around, is he tryin' to motivate me more? I ain't mad or anything for him saying that stuff to me, in fact I am thankful for him telling me, it means he cares, they care and they are my friends. I share his sentiment to that matter, only thing is, everything has its own place, own time, own circumstance, but it is us that make it fall to its designated places. Things that are pre-written can be changed in the way we decided to act about it. Take me as example, I wasn't destined to fail, I could have done something about it, I just didn't do the things expected of me, and now I regret doing it. We all have our destiny written for us way ahead of us, but it is up to us to shape it up and put it to a finished piece, no one else will do it for us, it is up to us. And as for me. I am willing to die for it given another chance.&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/12835960-111733917678200152?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/111733917678200152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=111733917678200152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111733917678200152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111733917678200152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/05/erudition.html' title='Erudition'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835960.post-111631648606542587</id><published>2005-05-17T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:54:46.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppressed Emo...</title><content type='html'>For the last month or so I've been battling through the barricades of university rules and through the shackles that my failed subject entrapped me into. I've had conversations wit' people whom I dont know by name but have to talk to coz they are the ones that has the decision over my case in the university. "Follow this up tomorrow or the next day", normal phrases that they throw straight to me that sickens me to the bonescoa it's been too long but I'm too tired and too down to even argue 'bout bein' given false hopes. IT has been the extension of my frustrations and demoralization I've been nursing from home, from my "former" college and from myself. Few things keep me goin', my friends, my family, and the spirit of hope that God wont permit it to be- the spirit that runs deep and descends into the caverns of my soul. It is without regards to the harsh possibility of being denied of another chance, the practicalities of political intervention on the university administration and without regards to the abstractions as useless sourgrapin' and the escapable confinement of self-pity. It is all about survival and nothin' more and nothin' less. All the rest is dung to be spread out on the infertile fields of my memoirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-111631648606542587?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/111631648606542587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=111631648606542587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111631648606542587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111631648606542587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/05/suppressed-emo.html' title='Suppressed Emo...'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835960.post-111622048766293788</id><published>2005-05-15T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:14:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Not</title><content type='html'>You need not come any closer&lt;br /&gt;You need not speak another word&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the things that I really mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew that I would feel&lt;br /&gt;So empty, insides running amock&lt;br /&gt;You created this inuendo&lt;br /&gt;That won't let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wronged before&lt;br /&gt;But never as bad as this&lt;br /&gt;Scars left by those times&lt;br /&gt;Memories filling my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where to run,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;All because you weren't here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You built me up, held me high&lt;br /&gt;Then you let me fall from up above&lt;br /&gt;How could you have done that&lt;br /&gt;Led  me straight to a lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to keep remembering,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be with,&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is about you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-111622048766293788?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/111622048766293788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=111622048766293788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111622048766293788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111622048766293788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/05/need-not.html' title='Need Not'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835960.post-111587432106195800</id><published>2005-05-11T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:05:21.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no use cryin' over spilled milk</title><content type='html'>I haven't got the tym nor the chance to update this stuff, unfortunately it came to the point of my lowest of lows. I just got my grades and my good for nothin' professor thought  I ouht to be flunked, I might have accepted this by now coz it had also been the biggest blame to be pointed towards me. I took the subject and most of this year for granted not knowing I might end up on the loosing end. Well there's no more point on crying about the spilled milk, nothin' more to talk about I just got to move on and hope the next time I took that class it wouldn't have been her to "teach" me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12835960-111587432106195800?l=lovelessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/111587432106195800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12835960&amp;postID=111587432106195800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111587432106195800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12835960/posts/default/111587432106195800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessinme.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-use-cryin-over-spilled-milk.html' title='no use cryin&apos; over spilled milk'/><author><name>Sooner than Later</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575985130387260164</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>
