<?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-19961235</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:15:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harteloos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19961235.post-8455939782790786421</id><published>2010-03-07T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:41:59.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Kittens</title><content type='html'>I never realized how much I have missed hanging out with friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early morning talks in the middle of a park with only the mating calls of cats as our background. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need this time. I may be over thinking things but I prefer they fade as fast as they set in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's taking a toll on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-8455939782790786421?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/8455939782790786421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=8455939782790786421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/8455939782790786421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/8455939782790786421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2010/03/paper-kittens.html' title='Paper Kittens'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-8630956338696079251</id><published>2008-04-24T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:03:12.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Grabbed this from a friend. I can actually relate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Affirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;lonely isn't just wanting to be with someone just because you're alone and have nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;lonely is when you want so much to be with someone, that it actually hurts when you can't be with him/her. it's like there is a void inside of you that can only be filled by that one person but you can't be with that person, so the void just sucks you in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't matter if your busy with work, playing or just lying in bed sometimes it'll just hurt, and you can't do anything about it so you just continue with what your doing pretending you don't feel the pain. after a while, you start to feel nothing because you got used to the pain. you are numb to the pain, but you also end up being numb to everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;you feel useless, insignificant and weak because you can't do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess when you think about it, we all just need affirmation. we just want to hear that we are not useless, not insignificant and not weak. we just want to hear that we are their world and that they want to be our world too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We're just ordinary people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We don't know which way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe we should take it slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This time we'll take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This time we'll take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&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/19961235-8630956338696079251?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/8630956338696079251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=8630956338696079251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/8630956338696079251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/8630956338696079251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2008/04/seclusion.html' title='Seclusion'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-2287333307655191289</id><published>2007-11-27T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:20:16.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: March 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just believe in love at first site - you've experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;You develop crushes pretty easily, but keeping your interest is another matter!&lt;br /&gt;You are very prone to love - hate relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, and 28th of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-2287333307655191289?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/2287333307655191289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=2287333307655191289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2287333307655191289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2287333307655191289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-2305551446541955129</id><published>2007-09-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:36:48.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="txt_1" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The song suddenly played and I was shocked at how I could really relate to it especially in my current circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Tattoo by Urban Dub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="txt_1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great moments they pass by&lt;br /&gt;If youre careless&lt;br /&gt;Desperately trying to speak the words&lt;br /&gt;Ive been wanting to say for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Tongue tied, every time I try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;In time, Ill find the right line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a glimpse of you&lt;br /&gt;I tremble every time you walk by&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly trying to find a way&lt;br /&gt;To be near you, to get near you.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, plays thoughts of you all the&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;Ill find the right line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;Like a new tattoo in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Youll stay permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too late now?&lt;br /&gt;Will I find a way to get to you somehow?&lt;br /&gt;Shes breaking me down again&lt;br /&gt;Shes breaking me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" class="txt_1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to approach this girl I like.  I'm always awestruck and dumbfounded whenever I see her along the halls or online. I always want to talk to her yet I'm always at a loss of words. This is one girl I don't want to risk. If being more than friends means an awkward relationship in case it goes sour, then I'll wholeheartedly choose being just a friend so that time to time I could get a glimpse of her smiling at me and not an unfriendly face looking me. This is one girl I can't bear to lose. This is one girl I want to be forever with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="txt_1" &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/19961235-2305551446541955129?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/2305551446541955129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=2305551446541955129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2305551446541955129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2305551446541955129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2007/09/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-2077118213218741365</id><published>2007-09-02T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:22:35.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Castles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night we were together and I held your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We seemed to talk forever with you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I felt utter joy and happiness... completeness in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder, will this be always just a dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    I dreamt of her last night. It was euphoric. I took her hand and led her to a couch to seat beside. All that time she didn't even budge as if there was something unnatural with what I did. She acted as if it was the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I really wish it would be... I really wish one day it would. I don't care when that'll be I will wait as long as it takes. For me, she's worth any length of time and any amount of pain, she makes me happy, she keeps me sane, she keeps me grounded, she keeps me on my toes, she keeps me thinking and wondering everyday. I could go on and on to what she makes me feel and do so I'll just say that she makes me feel alive. Yeah, I think that would sum it up quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/19961235-2077118213218741365?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/2077118213218741365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=2077118213218741365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2077118213218741365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2077118213218741365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2007/09/air-castles.html' title='Air Castles'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-1511588785925639507</id><published>2007-08-21T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:17:48.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes speaks volumes, they pierce through all logic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one cannot simply quantify her, she.. she's everlasting&lt;br /&gt;time cannot bind her beauty and will never diminish her appeal&lt;br /&gt;she's a goddess, one so near yet so far away&lt;br /&gt;mortal men clamor to be in her presence&lt;br /&gt;but never gets too near for they are afraid&lt;br /&gt;afraid that they might taint her and quell her beauty&lt;br /&gt;so I look and watch from afar&lt;br /&gt;hoping that one day this goddess will come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Leah Dizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=leahdizoneverythinganytxi0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/6918/leahdizoneverythinganytxi0.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh cmon how can one not simply fall for those eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Leah Dizon fan mode on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-1511588785925639507?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/1511588785925639507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=1511588785925639507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/1511588785925639507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/1511588785925639507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2007/08/mush.html' title='Mush'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-6535434910440977342</id><published>2007-08-18T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:54:31.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overlapping Realms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I got this topic/idea from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://pwboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=4062"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://gmtristan.com/contest-gmtristancom-group-writing-project/"&gt;GM T's Group Writing Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Online Games &amp; MMORPGs: Is it a mirror of the real world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   Online Games &amp; MMORPGs are part of the filipino culture now. They're always some reference by teenagers nowadays to something they play online. In fact to some, these realms are not merely games but their lives. Addicts. They play countless hours to gain wealth, fame and power in a digital world. Sakin mababaw yan but I can't deny the fact that indeed some of these games are really addicting but for me its not really because of the game but because of the community. Cmon, the game can only take you so far. You will have to interact with other people whether you like it or not. May it be the helpful person that you find pleasant or the  brat that curses in each line he types. Human interaction talaga nagpapatagal sayo sa isang laro. Mga tao na nakilala mo ang nagbibigay ng diperensya kung ito'y laro lang o buhay mo na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   Is it a mirror? No matter how simple, few or varied the community is, certain elements of upbringing will certainly transcend realities. Even if you say you roleplay, you can't really supress who you are. There will be always qualities of yourself present on your online avatar and with this social norms and paradigms will be present as well. Crab mentality. Check. Usage of connections to gain advantage. Check. Usage of money to gain advantage. Check. And that's just what's blatantly out there. Wala pa yung simple interpersonal things that can really reflect on who or what you are as a person. Anything you do that will make you interact with other people will always somehow mirror you. What more in a realm where you basically "live" in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-6535434910440977342?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/6535434910440977342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=6535434910440977342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/6535434910440977342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/6535434910440977342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2007/08/online-games-mmorpgs-is-it-mirror-of.html' title='Overlapping Realms'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-1316618252369888570</id><published>2007-08-14T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:18:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2nd one. Typing them up to save them.. I just seem to lose the pieces of paper I write them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tickle my fancy&lt;br /&gt;Arouse my interest&lt;br /&gt;Doubt my intellect&lt;br /&gt;Yet slowly romance me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart in your hand&lt;br /&gt;My life on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love that is grand&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you accept me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Or do you want another man&lt;br /&gt;Has what you've been looking for been found&lt;br /&gt;Or are you still searching all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me today, I'm looking for signs&lt;br /&gt;Well tell me someday, I hope you'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 10, 2007&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/19961235-1316618252369888570?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/1316618252369888570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=1316618252369888570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/1316618252369888570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/1316618252369888570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2007/08/duplicity.html' title='Duplicity'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-2054225172950946875</id><published>2007-08-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:27:01.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So, its been a while huh. Ahahaha. Obviously. Sharing this one, well more likely saving it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart&lt;br /&gt;   only to break it&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile&lt;br /&gt;   only to wipe it off my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different strokes, different people&lt;br /&gt;are you playing with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Different strokes, different people&lt;br /&gt;you're tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smiles you gave&lt;br /&gt;   were they fake?&lt;br /&gt;The stories you shared&lt;br /&gt;   were they made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different strokes, different people&lt;br /&gt;   I'm breaking up inside&lt;br /&gt;Different strokes, different people&lt;br /&gt;   countless nights I've cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could go forever&lt;br /&gt;But right now they seem unreal&lt;br /&gt;Days and nights together&lt;br /&gt;Was all of it surreal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7, 2007&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/19961235-2054225172950946875?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/2054225172950946875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=2054225172950946875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2054225172950946875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2054225172950946875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2007/08/strokes.html' title='Strokes'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-2070297127068550638</id><published>2007-06-25T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:27:51.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In this world of noise sometimes only silence offers the solitude that we seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Finding this silence, I ask. What do I really want? What do I seek? What am I doing? What is my purpose? Basically, I thought about my mortality. I have things I want to do but cannot still. Will I be around long enough to be able to accomplish these things? They are dreams, wants and wishes that seem to grow distant each and every passing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am doing nothing. In the end will anything I have done in my life be fruitful? Will they be of any use? Will there be regrets? I don't want to leave and live with regrets but unfortunately right now I have so many. Will there be enough time to correct all those mistakes? Time is my only enemy and time is ticking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't have time to be scared. I must treasure every minute and every second I have... Let us be the world's happiest couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I long for someone. I want someone I could share my life with. I might be being selfish wanting someone to help and guide me for a personal epiphany but I don't really know. All I want is happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and callow fellow. Try to remember and if you remember then follow, follow. Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow. Try to remember the kind of September when love was an ember about to billow. Try to remember and if you remember then follow, follow. Deep in December It's nice to remember although you know the snow will follow. Deep in December It's nice to remember the fire of September that made us mellow. Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow, follow...&lt;/span&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/19961235-2070297127068550638?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/2070297127068550638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=2070297127068550638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2070297127068550638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/2070297127068550638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2007/06/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-116454352903041630</id><published>2006-11-26T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:18:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linger&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;By H&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wishful thinking, blissful dreams&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not everything is what it seems&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m empty, hollow, broken inside&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really fear that I must hide&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;From your grace, your presence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because it takes a toll on my sanity&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pride and courage all spent&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing left but my vanity&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was as good as yours&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I still hoped and dreamt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I’m told its all for naught&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still I sit waiting, wishing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lingering.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I’m such a fool for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you have to let it linger&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/19961235-116454352903041630?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/116454352903041630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=116454352903041630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/116454352903041630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/116454352903041630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/11/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-116446947968894407</id><published>2006-11-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:44:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbuggery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Its been months. 6 months to be exact since I last updated this thing. School opened and I flunked it. I went to school but never attended class. Haha. Totally my fault. I'm on Leave of Absence now til the end of December. After that hopefully, I'll pass several of my subjects so I can continue my tutelage in my college. Otherwise, I'm beginning as a freshman again.. somewhere else.. or something. Heh. That's all for now. My train of thoughts stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me...&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/19961235-116446947968894407?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/116446947968894407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=116446947968894407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/116446947968894407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/116446947968894407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/11/humbuggery.html' title='Humbuggery'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-114734138203101572</id><published>2006-05-11T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:56:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wow, last updated March 12. It's been that long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have nothing to write anyway. I've been a bum and my last few weeks in school were spent cramming for projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay. Last May 9, my dad called my sisters up and told them to go to Malate Starbucks. Well, since I had nothing better to do I decided to tag along. So we get there around 2 hours since he called turns out he was caught in a traffic jam and arrived 20mins later. He went straight to Penguin Cafe and he just asked us to go there instead. We arrive at the place after a good deal of walking. I must say the place has a warm homey, cozy feel in it. I was surprised to see video cameras setup, I asked, "What's with all the equipment?" He told me that there was going to be a poetry reading event. I'm like poetry reading? I should've stayed home. He also informed me that the Penguin Cafe was the Underground Art Capital of the Philippines. Ooh. But still the lingering thought of "Poetry Reading" stayed in my mind and muffled any excitement for me. The show started and I must say the host was very pretty. She's the daugther of the main presentor, Cesare Syjuco. She was introduced as Beatrix Syjuco. Later I found out she was the guitarist of the former family band named &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Faust&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;Circa 1996-1998). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The first presentor told the story of "Maria." In the story she is married to a Japanese farmer and it tells of the hardships she had to endure just to make the life of her family better. How he wrote it and delivered was amazing. You really feel the life of the story. The second presentor was this guy who came in full gear. Had the costume and everything. The other presentors were multi awarded ones. There's the guy who taped his mouth and spoke through the recorder. He threw his stuff around the place.. Don't know why. The father and daugther presentors. The guy who won an award for his piece. There's Maxine Syjuco, the L'Oreal model and daughter of the main presentor, shared a few poems from her collection. Seriously, I didn't think any model could be as smart as she was. Then came the man who stitched his mouth. In front of us, with the use of a surgical thread, he started to stitch his mouth. I would have fainted if I watched any longer. Made me cringe. The main presentor, Cesare Syjuco, is a jolly man. Well, aside from the fact that he was drunk. He was a lively and cheerful person. I'm still in awe. I have much respect for him and his work. He, together with his children the band formerly known as Faust, did a song named "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is there anybody out there? Is there anything alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" Amazing. It prompted me to look up some of their songs if they still had any in circulation but alas I was unsuccessful in finding it. I still have to try the IRC though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img93.imageshack.us/my.php?image=trixsyjuco3sc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/52/trixsyjuco3sc.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/my.php?image=trixsyjuco26je.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/904/trixsyjuco26je.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She's the guitarist. Unfortunately, I was unable to take pictures with the other members since they were already going around the place and talking to people. I was lucky enough to be able to grab a pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-114734138203101572?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/114734138203101572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=114734138203101572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114734138203101572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114734138203101572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/05/penguins.html' title='Penguins'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-114217502139010562</id><published>2006-03-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:50:22.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures</title><content type='html'>I almost didn't make it to Kat's debut yesterday because I wasn't feeling well. Luckily around 7pm, I woke up semi okay and decided I would still go to her debut. After all, I did tell her I'd go no matter what. I finally met someone I've wanted to meet for quite sometime now. Haha. I don't wanna mention the name just in case ahem. ^_~ Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pale's place to have a couple of drinks then we went to decades. Decades would exactly describe the the difference of our age and the other bar goers. Some look like the same age of my Tita who already has 3 kids! I felt like I was in a HS homecoming.  Well after quite some time a friend went ahead to meet some friends and we stayed just to see if there was hope left. A friend managed to meet a group of ladies namely Ivy, Shy, Joan. Hahaha. They danced for quite a while and I still chose to sit down on the bar. We left at 4:30, the girls still wanted to party saying to my other friend "KJ naman." Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khio, alluring filipino-japanese friend of mine, hot,sexy,buxom goddess. Its been a while since we lask talked. I really enjoyed chatting with you again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-114217502139010562?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/114217502139010562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=114217502139010562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114217502139010562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114217502139010562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/03/treasures.html' title='Treasures'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-114191486181199839</id><published>2006-03-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:41:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a deadline to meet and I'm procrastinating. Demmit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I still have no top and footwear for Kat's debut. Demmit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This week has been the most stressful week of my life. Demmit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On to other things, Kat got in street dance. HaHa. I'm P50 richer. Anyway, I watched them practice their dance thing for Mr. and Ms. BM. It was funny. There's this one guy who had sound effects for every dance move they made. Kim, our Comp1bu blockmate, was just standing there at first but apparently got everything right. Hahaha. He was asked to do the actions and did most of them quite correctly and quickly! Perfomance Level!! hehe A lot of pretty girls are in the contest. I won't miss it for anything.. Well unless something much better comes up. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kat and Tetet were in their Lesbo-Seduction mode again. Hehehe. It was enjoyable watching them. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-114191486181199839?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/114191486181199839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=114191486181199839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114191486181199839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114191486181199839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/03/sloth.html' title='Sloth'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-114165792524834261</id><published>2006-03-06T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:12:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disquietude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today was okay. Very few things to do but tomorrow I have a quiz that I haven't even studied for, I have to lead the class in stretching exercises for PE, another Comp1bu class, Accounting Quiz ( I think) and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've gone home early to day. As of right now, I'm trying to finish my personal webpage. By the way, I've linked my blog (this one) to my webpage. Good bye old anonymousity. I treated Kat with her own money. HAHAHA. I won the p100 bet. We're still waiting for the Street Dance results to come out. p50 more will be added to my pot. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pain doesn't hurt if it's all you've ever felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/19961235-114165792524834261?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/114165792524834261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=114165792524834261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114165792524834261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114165792524834261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/03/disquietude.html' title='Disquietude'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-114156784240296959</id><published>2006-03-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:12:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like in my previous posts, RF got me busy.. but also DOTA in Taft. I've grown tired of RF. Dunno Why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let see.. Last March 1 was my birthday. haha Hooray for me. I'm 19 and growing. Demmit. I'm old x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last Thursday, I stayed with Kat for her audition in the Street Dance Group in La Salle. I was there watching, standing, sitting down from 6 - 9pm. Didn't know it took that long. Well, she didn't want me to watch her dance for some reason. But I still saw most of what she was going to do and I'm really impressed by how quickly she learned the dance. She had to learn it in 20mins. I can't even learn a classical dance in two hours. Curse PEDANCE. I wagered with her that she'll get in and by tomorrow, I'll be P150 richer. HAHA. By the way, her debut is on saturday and I still don't have anything to wear. The theme's Arabian so I'm choosing either to go as a Camel or a Palm tree. HAHAHA. joke. I'll come as a Saud if I can find the right clothes. Hopefully, I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;COMP1BU has me choked. Website deadline is due next week and me and my groupmates haven't even submitted a proposal yet. Talk about well prepared. Yet here I am procrastinating and reflecting on some issues of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wanted to spruce up my blog but yeah.. can't find time nor the inspiration to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longing for someone I can never be with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-114156784240296959?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/114156784240296959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=114156784240296959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114156784240296959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114156784240296959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/03/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-114050495718376816</id><published>2006-02-21T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:55:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewitched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's been a while since I've updated this blog. RF Online has got me hooked. Plus some&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been on my mind for the past few days. I have strong feelings. Powerful enough to keep me astray. Oh I wish the torment would end for knowing this is not possible cuts deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wounds hurt but they heal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-114050495718376816?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/114050495718376816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=114050495718376816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114050495718376816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/114050495718376816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/02/bewitched.html' title='Bewitched'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113942349961934979</id><published>2006-02-09T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T02:38:16.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving a Jezebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Its been around 2 weeks since I updated this blog. RF online is addicting. By the way, I got a new pc just for RF so guess how addicted I am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The past few days was okay for me. Aside from the murder/suicide in Mcdo and the tragic Ultra stampede, everything else was seemingly okay. But right now, I'm having a dillemna. I'm in love with a jezebel, a girl whose heart belongs to another or who is currently in a relationship. It's really hard for me since I don't want to ruin our friendship. I'm being stupid again. Falling for someone not really available. When am  I going to learn? I hope my life would just be simple yet full of love. Yeah, that would be really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can't expound on it. Someone's reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is it really a sin to fall in this kind of love?&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/19961235-113942349961934979?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113942349961934979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113942349961934979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113942349961934979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113942349961934979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/02/loving-jezebel.html' title='Loving a Jezebel'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113793804028569891</id><published>2006-01-22T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:54:00.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Took a "color test" and this is what came out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; — the most soothing shade of the spectrum. The color of a clear summer sky or a deep, reflective ocean, blue has traditionally symbolized trust, solitude, and loyalty. Most likely a thoughtful person who values spending some time on your own, you'd rather connect deeply with a few people than have a bunch of slight acquaintances. Luckily, making close friends isn't that hard, since people are naturally attracted to you — they're soothed by your calming presence. Cool and collected, you rarely overreact. Instead, you think things through before coming to a decision. That level-headed, thoughtful approach to life is patently blue — and patently you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alright. So I'm calm eh? Hahaha. Anyway, its been a while since we last talked. I rarely see her anymore except maybe for my accounting class, other than that null. nothing. She's like an elusive butterfly. Maybe it's my fault. I feel akward whenever she's around. Dunno why though but its a feeling I can't stop from coming out. When I see her, suddenly its there. I don't like this feeling at all. I just wanna be comfortable around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess the wounds were cut too deep.&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/19961235-113793804028569891?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113793804028569891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113793804028569891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113793804028569891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113793804028569891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/01/true-colors.html' title='True Colors'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113707015458396542</id><published>2006-01-12T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:00:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Befuddled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's been a while since I last posted. Blame RF Online. This game is great try it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, classes started again. It's fun and enjoyable. I'm meeting new people and they're nice. :D Hahaha. Suddenly I realized how small the world is. People I've met in the past are suddenly turning up in my friends' pasts as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I gave something senseless too much meaning. Fuck, I feel so dumb. Still things cannot be the same anymore. I am finding it really hard to keep my promise. So for that, I'm sorry but everything's changing. How can I stay the same when the thing that made me that way is now gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am a prisoner to the whims of my heart.&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/19961235-113707015458396542?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113707015458396542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113707015458396542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113707015458396542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113707015458396542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/01/befuddled.html' title='Befuddled'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113612185626384606</id><published>2006-01-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:24:16.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction, Dreams and Responsibilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We finally spoke two days after Christmas. It came as a suprise because I suddenly received a text from her with the message "marc?" I replied with "Awww, you forgot me already." At that moment that really hurt me since I thought "She already erased me from her phonebook this quickly?" Heh. Turns out I was wrong. Apparently, she texted me a message I didn't receive. Well, she told me what the message contained. She asked me if I was angry. Woohoo. I was already semi-prepared for that. I said what I really wanted to say, that I was not angry but depressed. I also asked her what she was afraid of. She told me she was afraid of hurting other people's feelings and she was afraid that people might get angry at her. Basic insecurities of people. Hehe. Well, I appreciate her honesty. I think I already got out of the slump caused by "that" but now I've gained a lot of weight and is addicted to RF Online. Beer and Computer Games are the ultimates of being a couch potato. Haha. I love this life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Classes begin in 3 days but I have to adjust tomorrow because I failed Comath2.. Fricking Subject. I'm irregular. I don't want to go school yet. I just wanna stay home and play. Oh yeah, RF online is the reason why I haven't been able to blog these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Recently, I've been dreaming a lot about a certain person. I dunno why though. But in those dreams we were passionately romancing. Talk about wet dreams. It's odd. I don't know why I dream about her. Is my subconscious trying to break out and tell me who I like now? Ahh, screw that. It's too weird to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Moving on, my mom wants me to shift to nursing. Business Management -&gt; Nursing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She tells me that if I don't I'd probably regret it when I grow older. Then I threatened her that I'd rather shift to Psychology than Nursing. She blurted out "Okay." I was surprised. Then she followed up saying " Just add one more year and you'd be a nurse." So that's why. Will I be a nurse or Will I be the entrepreneur that will determine the future of our country?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The pressure on today's youth is so immense no wonder some kids kill themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not all fairy tales have a happy ending..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-113612185626384606?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113612185626384606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113612185626384606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113612185626384606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113612185626384606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2006/01/addiction-dreams-and-responsibilities.html' title='Addiction, Dreams and Responsibilities'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113569679777677992</id><published>2005-12-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:34:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch-drunk on love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today started off quite well. I woke up at 4am and played RF Online till 6am. I slept again then awoke at 12pm to play the game again. So many things to do so little time. Hell. I'm bored. I've been in a slump lately. I don't know if I can attribute it to my "experience" but I won't blame that. I've been feeling bad about myself. Often daydreaming just to pass my time. I wish I had somewhere to go to. Too bad all my friends and blockmates are busy these days.. or are they? The holidays always reminded me of some of my childhood memories. I don't why I get nostalgic during this time.. must be the Christmas Ham. Heh. Oh Yeah, I've been eating alot these past few days. It wouldn't surprise me if I gained a couple of pounds. Why are women so conscious about their weight? All of a sudden I'm surrounded by anorexic girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Those sentences where things not anyhow related to each other. Reminds me of the condition our Psychology Prof told us about. Can't remember what its called.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm completely spaced-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My friend showed me a couple of blogs he likes, the little snoop ( just kidding haha :D ), they're all mushy and dramatic. They often contain poems of love and adoration, heartbreak and sorrow, pain and suffering. It suddenly reminded me of a song. I think he can relate to the first few lines. Ehem. "My loneliness is killing me and I, I must confess I still believe ( still believe ) that when I'm with you I lose my mind. Give me a sign.. Hit Me Baby One More Time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yeah I think that'll sum up the loneliness you feel. Hahaha. Just Kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is an old one. Can't even remember when I wrote it but its within 4months ago to now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The music cools down my anguished heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the rhythm mellows my burning soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As I stare blankly, torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I ponder deeply why didn't it grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The undaunted gaze, the unwavering smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the cirque I live and call my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As the truth and fantasies now collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All I have is you on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Doesn't make sense right? Only I hold the key to understa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nding what it really means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A friend told me that I will eventually forget about her but the thing is, I don't want to.... She's worth the wait. What if she goes with the other guy? Then let that be my end, I'll never love another the way I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are one of the few things worth remembering and since its all true how could anyone mean more to me than you.&lt;/em&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/19961235-113569679777677992?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113569679777677992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113569679777677992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113569679777677992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113569679777677992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2005/12/punch-drunk-on-love.html' title='Punch-drunk on love'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113555124207247635</id><published>2005-12-26T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T06:54:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its the day after Christmas where I'm living. Happy Holidays everyone :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, Yeah. Finally got over the initial shock and pain of "that." Then, this morning I realized I still love her. Yeah, call me whatever you want but I still do. She said she was afraid but I don't know what she was afraid of. I was afraid and still am scared of this situation I'm placing myself in. She is the source of my joy and sorrow. I can't escape her no matter I do. Everywhere I look I see her. In my dreams, night and day, I still see her. She always crosses my mind. She was honest and I love her even more for that. Some girls might think that I'm one guy that is hard to get rid of. Haha. Well as St. Augustine said, "Its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. I asked for a chance and she said she wasn't still over her guy. This time there will be no more asking. Take the initiative and grab the bull by its horns. Pray for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'll love her no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The wise are wise because they love. The fools are fools because they think they understand love.&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/19961235-113555124207247635?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113555124207247635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113555124207247635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113555124207247635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113555124207247635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113538919668818917</id><published>2005-12-24T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:11:33.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclosure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The night I chose to sleep early is the night she chose to tell me. Merry Xmas to all. The &lt;em&gt;tribe spoke sooner than expected. Haha.&lt;/em&gt; She said she's still not over the guy. I understand her. Fuck, I knew. I just went with it anyway. I have no hard feelings for her. In fact, I admire her honesty. So now, I move on to a new chapter in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From every end there's a new beginning. I don't feel bad, yet, I felt even worse because of failing Comath2 but let's give it a few days before the hurt starts to sink in. Hopefully, I do feel the pain, the sting of the situation because then it'll just be the same as the other situations I found myself in. Hey, at least now, I give letters and gifts. Hoohah. I've learned something from this experience and I hope some new experience will help me learn more. I'm just waiting for that new adventure to walk by me in a hallway. LOL. Let's see how far I can go this time. Enough being austere. It's tiring and a bit costly. What to do now. RF Online and DOTA seem like nice alternatives, they cost more money though :/ Sorry if I sound like a prick but it helps in getting my mind off things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today is the 24th of December. I sit in front of the pc typing this blog. Nothing in particular comes to mind after that event. Woohoo. Shall I rant about how I feel lonely and unloved like my friend always does. LOL. Joking Pare. Hehe. Anyhow, hope you guys have a better holiday than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There is one thing we can do better than anyone else... we can be ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Since I have nothing better to do, I will continue to post quotations making this post seem long. LOL. I'm just looking for the right one that can trigger my emotions. Bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There are a hundred reasons why I should give up, but you're the one reason I keep going.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've lost that reason. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The hardest part of loving is when you can only view the person you love from a distance and not being able to hold even her hand, embrace her tight coz to her, you're only her friend..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aww, crap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/cry1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 36px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px" height="163" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/cry1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're the reason I love and the reason I'd die. You're the reason I smile yet break down and cry. You're the reason I keep going and the reason I fall. I love you so much and you don't even care at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Funny, how things are after major emotional moments in your life. You tend to relive it in your memory. Why can't the mind just forget like you want it to. Why does the pain have to be relived every single passing second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There are many stars in the sky, only some are radiant enough to be noticed..Among those you choose to ignore is the one willing to shine for you forever..Even if your glance remains elsewhere..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know a hand I want to hold, a voice I long to hear, a smile I’ll die to see and a presence I love to be near with. I miss someone and that’s you. It’s too bad I can’t be with you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We are never prepared for what we expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was prepared for this. Supposed to be at least. Yet it stings now, slowly turning my mind into mush. &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="287" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Incapable of thinking nothing but her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay I'll dedicate one part of this blog to my friends. Hahahaha. Peace tayo Guys :D I guess they should know who they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bakit ganun? Kahit anong sakit naman, tiniis ko... Kahit anong hirap, kinaya ko... Kahit anong kasalanan mo, pinatawad ko... Kahit sobra sobra ang pagmamahal ko sayo... Bakit ganun? Iniwan mo pa rin ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Isn’t it sad that when you have so much pain in your heart and the only person who can stop you from crying is exactly the same person that made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love is the hardest to find, and easiest to lose. We recognize a true LOVE when we realize that the only one who can console us is the one who caused the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Reminds me of my friends. Haha. He still loves her I guess but she wants him to move on. Well, I can't really babble on it about here since it's their story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I guess I'll be admiring my old crush again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JEON JI HYUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/Jeon%20Ji%20Hyun%20Gif/z72.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="213" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/Jeon%20Ji%20Hyun%20Gif/z72.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/Jeon%20Ji%20Hyun%20Gif/z57.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="156" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/Jeon%20Ji%20Hyun%20Gif/z57.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/Jeon%20Ji%20Hyun%20Gif/bd553561.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/Jeon%20Ji%20Hyun%20Gif/bd553561.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hope things get better over the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to rub it in, I know I'm a fool to have fallen in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-113538919668818917?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113538919668818917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113538919668818917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113538919668818917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113538919668818917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2005/12/disclosure.html' title='Disclosure'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/Harteloos/Jeon%20Ji%20Hyun%20Gif/th_z72.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19961235.post-113535309790671659</id><published>2005-12-23T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:51:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Restless mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love is a verb. An action verb. Its not enough that you say it, acts must be done to be able to show it. Everyone has experienced loved. You get it from your family, friends and relatives. Love is easy to say and express yet so hard to define. So what is love? That I do not know but I'm willing to spend my life finding out. Hopefully she's willing as well. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'll share a poem I wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Java&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As you sing the lines of an old love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I stare at you, looking intensely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;at your dark brown eyes, hoping to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a flicker, a sparkle, a gleam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that may tell me what your answer might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They say the eyes never lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that it holds the key to what's inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My heart stops a second then restarts to beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Your eyes begin to tell me your secret, deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As I slowly began to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my eyes sheds tears as if in reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to what I saw when I looked at thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that you love another and not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I guess I knew it all along but just chose to ignore it. I wanted this love so much that I was blinded. I only saw what I wanted to see not what was really there. Love is blind? No, love makes you blind. Blind to reality, blind to truth. Living a fantasy that can never be. That's what love does. It gets you hoping and wishing suddenly no more. It's all gone. Like a thief in the night, it takes your heart and you'll never get it back nor be the same again. But hey, they're telling me to be optimistic so I guess I will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19961235-113535309790671659?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113535309790671659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113535309790671659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113535309790671659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113535309790671659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2005/12/ramblings-of-restless-mind.html' title='Ramblings of a Restless mind'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113535035316535055</id><published>2005-12-23T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:05:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's been two to three days since I got my grades for this term. I fucked up Comath2. Just because of one quiz I now have to repeat the whole subject again. Depresses me alot since it's my first time to repeat a subject. I have to endure 3 months of the same thing plus I'm gonna be delayed for its prerequisites. I haven't told my mom about it yet. I'll surely have more than my fair share of sermons. I feel bad too. What job will I be able to get in the future? Sigh, 2 more years then I'll be working. I miss highschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The silence of the bedroom is deafening. The hush rings in my head making it hurt more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;sorely&lt;/strong&gt; miss her. It has been 3 days since she went back to her hometown. Back to the one she actually likes. I can't help but feel jealous though I know I have no right since we're not a couple. Just friends, plain and simple, and I think that's all she wants from me. I've been asking advice from total strangers and a friend regarding this matter. They say I should wait and see while one told me that she could be selecting from us which why I was not rejected outright. Ahm, wait I'll paste it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She might be choosing between you and someone else. Or she may also be waiting for someone she really likes to do something. It's like this: there might be some other guys courting her and she's undecided if she should choose you or some other. But she definitely likes you too otherwise she would say "Let's just be friends" or something to that effect.On the other hand, (which is more likely, kaya ang tagal tagal ng sagot nia) there might be someone she really likes also who isn't doing anything. Maybe she's waiting for that person to make a move, that's why she's telling you she's not sure yet. She's going to wait for a little and maybe hint at that person a little and if still nothing happens, then she's gna give up on him.. It sounds bad but this really really happens. Girls select, too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hopefully the tribe will speak soon and I don't get voted out.&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/19961235-113535035316535055?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113535035316535055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113535035316535055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113535035316535055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113535035316535055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2005/12/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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-19961235.post-113486378301159503</id><published>2005-12-18T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:08:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A girl I love said to me, "I'm too simple for you." That statement caused a chain of thoughts inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity is indeed often the sign of truth and a criterion of beauty. I like you the way you are. Even if you say you are simple, to me you are everything. There are so many questions about you that are unanswered. I do not how to deal with you sometimes because I am overwhelmed and often afraid that I am not worthy. Yes, I'm scared because I love you too much. I' ve been told not to get to emotionally attached, that this is just a part of growing up, that there could be others in the future. How can they be sure of that when you're all I want. You're the first one I've ever wanted. I'm doing a lot of firsts with you. God, call me retarted but I never gave a girl a letter before nor was I able to tell a girl before I loved her face to face. You were the first one. That is why I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I leapt off.. hoping someone would catch me.. I really hope you do.&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/19961235-113486378301159503?l=harteloos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/feeds/113486378301159503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19961235&amp;postID=113486378301159503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113486378301159503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19961235/posts/default/113486378301159503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harteloos.blogspot.com/2005/12/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Harteloos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509137687168874344</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>
