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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 17:29:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wowwwwzers</title>
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  <description>holy shit! i loved slumdog millionaire!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 19:45:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>(just as you can&apos;t say it up front, so do i)</title>
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  <description>as with the strong winds that prevail this night and the chaos that is quite troublesome...&lt;br /&gt;i mark my words, i hope not to repeat it...&lt;br /&gt;but in fact, i do agree with your sentiment,&lt;br /&gt;if this is not, working, maybe it&apos;s not supposed to work...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 22:41:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HOSPITAL DRAMA</title>
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  <description>friday... upon waking up, dad asked if i wanted to come with him to the hospital. Stupid me and only half witted I didn&apos;t even think that it was he himself he was worried about. So he just asked the driver to go drive for him and he went to the E.R. alone... I asked if he was okay,he said he was but only to eventually find out that he left against medical advice and didn&apos;t want to be confined right away. He was even funny once getting home in saying that he didn&apos;t want mom (who was in cebu) to find out because he doesn&apos;t want her to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday... when I opened my eyes mom was already there, fixing the mess of a room that I have. She saw my grades and I think that she was quite happy with it (for once). She then sort of made my dad&apos;s situation suddenly very heavy being the nurse that she was. So on the afternoon we dropped by St. Lukes to get the rest of my dad&apos;s results... and with it mom did some consulting with the doctors that she knew and they all said that we should admit dad right away. So that night mom took dad to the heart center for an ecg? i think. Being the responsible son that my brother is, he volunteered to do some of my dad&apos;s concerns including going to Nueva Ecija to fix matters there. And thus, leaving me alone to be there to drive in case of emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday... at about quarter to 2 am my dad complained of chest pain which startled my mom and immediately called me out to leave for the hospital. Luckily I haven&apos;t slept yet by that time thanks to the usual late night phone conversation, so I found it easy to prepare and leave. Of course by that time I was already very nervous and scared, but driving at 2 am wasn&apos;t really hard for there were no other cars, we finally arrived at the heart center in a few minutes and my dad was wheelchaired in his way to the E.R. There he was set up for an immediate angiogram and shortly after was the angioplasty (uhm... they put a catheter in him that eventuall found its way to his heart). It turns out, that a big artery in his heart is already narrowing, thankfully not yet blocked. So they put up this stent thingum and put it in the small opening of the blockage and ballooned it so that the path would be bigger for blood flow. It turned out to be a success but not without its share of scary moments. I was really weak and scared then, plenty of times I almost broke out to tears for that was the first time that I ever saw my dad that fragile and without that sense of control that he always seems to have. Eventually he was transferred to the CCU and he&apos;s staying there up to now. Another scary moment happened once again though when he had bleeding, but I think it&apos;s okay now. I hope he recovers soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my mom always asks me to pray for my dad, and I do, even with my whackjob of a faith I do, but knowing this I need to ask everyone that may read this to please pray for my dad&apos;s life and quick recovery. He still has another angioplasty to clear up the other narrowing areas of his heart in 2 weeks time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 15:39:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Nothing&apos;s gonna harm you, not while I&apos;m around</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 13:56:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i know it&apos;s probably nothing...</title>
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  <description>pero puta naman, sa lahat ng pangalan na pwedeng banggitin, un pa talaga eh!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 19:28:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>...its funny how you could disassemble lego blocks and put them back again...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 17:07:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>uhh... its bout 2 days till my birthday and i&apos;m bedridden because of this severe fever/possible dengue. well i hope it comes down already, i was about 40 degrees Celsius during the first night, then 39, then 38,... i think 38 p rin cya, thou di ko alam kasi wla kong thermometer na hawak.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my mom rushed me to the ER at St. Lukes earlier because she fears that i have dengue/typhoid/or some kind of virus... i dunno the results coz i was asleep the whole time after they got some blood from me, my mom says its some sort of infection or so, a relapse of my fever a few weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also cut my pe finals,,, i dunno how im gonna get around this, but i hope my excuse slip/medical certificate/medical armband works as an alibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... some birthday wishes:&lt;br /&gt;1. i hope this sickness gets away from me&lt;br /&gt;2. i wish everything goes according to plan&lt;br /&gt;3. i hope i get to drive my own car next sem&lt;br /&gt;4. i wish its already 7 years from now, then 10, then 12&lt;br /&gt;5. i hope i get to meet her father, before he leaves again&lt;br /&gt;6. i hope &quot;that&quot; kind of emotion stays eternal&lt;br /&gt;7. i hope i could escape, get away, fly away&lt;br /&gt;8. umm... material things are unecessary....&lt;br /&gt;         unless of course n may kind soul na magbigay ng...&lt;br /&gt;            a) ******* *****&lt;br /&gt;            b) *********** *&lt;br /&gt;            c) *********&lt;br /&gt;            d) ...&lt;br /&gt;         (wala n lang words para ayos)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 13:37:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...by anguish</title>
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  <description>now i feel the ruthless shrug coldly&lt;br /&gt;as the breeze swiftly passes by me&lt;br /&gt;my blood lays stagnant, quietly&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the vampires, bloodthirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prepared my own deathbed, how bad could it be?&lt;br /&gt;i dived into my own suicide pessimistically &lt;br /&gt;little did i know, what i was frantic to see&lt;br /&gt;would leave me alone to shiver endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;frustration&apos;s always rough&lt;br /&gt;for every time i bluff&lt;br /&gt;effects are always tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn&apos;t i be emancipated&lt;br /&gt;forever filled with hatred&lt;br /&gt;departed from my beloved&lt;br /&gt;shivering in the dark night surrounded</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 18:28:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>...never take yourself for granted...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 17:52:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You&apos;re the analyst&lt;br /&gt;The fungus in my milk&lt;br /&gt;When you want no one&lt;br /&gt;And you got someone&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind&lt;br /&gt;You crawl&lt;br /&gt;And laugh at burning dunes&lt;br /&gt;When no one else will&lt;br /&gt;Ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know why you feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re turning their head whilst they wait&lt;br /&gt;For no one&lt;br /&gt;And finally I know why you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I&apos;ve got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I&apos;ve got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes don&apos;t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If you don&apos;t regret them&lt;br /&gt;So pack your tactic toes for the winter&lt;br /&gt;Chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin&lt;br /&gt;No-one else will ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I&apos;ve got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I&apos;ve got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know why you feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re turning their head whilst they wait&lt;br /&gt;For no one&lt;br /&gt;And finally I know why I feel like you&apos;re letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I&apos;ve got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I&apos;ve got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 12:16:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well if that&apos;s the case... then i need to spin around with you</title>
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  <description>...miss na kita...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 20:20:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>burn</title>
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  <description>the world is filled with undying embers&lt;br /&gt;mark the day she made me cry&lt;br /&gt;amidst the fact of social murder&lt;br /&gt;remember to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is filled with star crossed lovers&lt;br /&gt;mark the day she asked why&lt;br /&gt;feeling the pain of manslaughter&lt;br /&gt;put me into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill my world with some earthly flowers&lt;br /&gt;mark the day that i die&lt;br /&gt;even if my heart is seeking shelter&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll give in to the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is filled with undying embers&lt;br /&gt;mark the day she asked why&lt;br /&gt;admitting I&apos;m wrong is no bother&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear, goodnight.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 08:06:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m gonna buy myself a barrel man</title>
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  <description>Instead of staying put,&lt;br /&gt;Mercy, to those who move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppose the melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;Flying above the masses...&lt;br /&gt;Forever to the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder struck the same spot,&lt;br /&gt;Over solitude and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken people should be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Anguish to those confront me.&lt;br /&gt;Gliding smoothly into my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Inside myself is where i find,&lt;br /&gt;Or where is it that i should start.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 05:55:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>when the evil monarch strikes down upon me</title>
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  <description>it rings, but it&apos;s faint&lt;br /&gt;just an echo in a world of noise&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s so far away and you need not anticipate&lt;br /&gt;what may or what not, nothing would levitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rings again, ever so persistently&lt;br /&gt;the bouncing sound then becomes a voice&lt;br /&gt;slowly approaching that you just can&apos;t wait&lt;br /&gt;for it to get to you, is that of fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rings yet again, and now its clearly audible&lt;br /&gt;its golden resonance strikes heroic poise&lt;br /&gt;but when the time comes you find that its hardly late&lt;br /&gt;though what your looking forward to is not of hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather... it isn&apos;t there at all...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 14:00:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Thy Judgement cometh, and that right soon&quot;</title>
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  <description>Today I&apos;m gonna try something different... no poetic shit and all... just plain words that might actually take my mind of shit, or just make me think about it more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time it seems has gone a long long while causing me to forget something that is far from being a dead memory, it&apos;s still very much alive, breathing down my neck, stalking me at every second. But as day and night pass me by everyday, happy debris came and covered it, hiding it in ruins, thus my self destruction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Killing&quot; it made it worse for me, damn! If only i could have filtered it, if only i preempted and stepped up and then maybe it wouldn&apos;t be this bad. A coward, i am. Yes indeed, no other word to better describe what i became. Someone who runs away constantly who couldn&apos;t bear to face pain. Oh but now, due to my marathon record at it... im up for a world of it! I could say goodbye to freedom, Oh dear freedom i bid you farewell, today might be the last day i see you... for a long time at least. Once again i&apos;ll be cuffed, shakled.... oh well, i deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, listening to Wolfgang soothes me up a bit. Well at least it was until &apos;Cast of Clowns&apos; played...&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Father, I know now&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s etched too deep in sand&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry...so so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I couldn&apos;t wipe it with my hands&quot;...&lt;br /&gt;That line shot right through... OUCH! And to make it worse, when i came out my room to eat dinner, my sister was there at the sala alone, then she suddenly said, &quot;John lagot ka! Ang init ng ulo ni papa sa yo&quot;... Heavy feeling made even heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres one thing that i don&apos;t like, that would be being ordered around.... not too far in its tail is answering heavy questions. I&apos;ve escaped it for too long, and now i&apos;m up for a ton of it... which i don&apos;t think i could answer... for i would like to forget my reasons already. I know even before that i couldn&apos;t explain what i have done. I wouldn&apos;t want to tell them everything. Surely they wouldn&apos;t understand. Well if theres something i would want to happen is that they would just ignore it and we&apos;ll all continue to live normally.... but that&apos;s too much of wishful thinking, that would never happen in a million years, specially my parents that expect too much of me.... If only if they would just not speak about it at all, then i would prove to them that i am worthy of being their son..... in my own way, and time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, i know what i need to do. With this i need not face rotten consequences. I need not answer questions, specially those that start with &apos;why&apos;. OH what the hell, again that&apos;s wishful thinking... as of now it&apos;s the silence before the storm... or better yet, the silence before the catastrophic earth shattering mega tornado.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... i wish for once that the world wouldn&apos;t care about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;the stage has been turned down&lt;br /&gt;the clowns have lost their crowd&lt;br /&gt;now sleep well and sound&lt;br /&gt;quietly rest.....&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2007 02:46:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OH MY!</title>
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  <description>Nakakapanibago.... talaga.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 15:46:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it was close to midnight</title>
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  <description>each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. people who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state the rule clearly. at the end you need to tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i don&apos;t like pineapples and raisins... i hate them more than vegetables&lt;br /&gt;2. i have a weird left shoulder that creates a cracking sound every time i move it&lt;br /&gt;3. my mom &quot;forces&quot; me to go to the parlor with her&lt;br /&gt;4. i like to roll up scotch tape and play with it with my hands and lips&lt;br /&gt;5. i already forgot the reason why i wanted to grow my hair&lt;br /&gt;6. i have this dog stuffed toy that i always hug at night&lt;br /&gt;7. i&apos;m trying to stop being addicted to soft drinks&lt;br /&gt;8. i wear pink and purple anklets... &lt;br /&gt;9. i&apos;m keso&lt;br /&gt;10. i always find a way to lose guitar picks&lt;br /&gt;11. i used to hate EMO, but now its ok&lt;br /&gt;12. i&apos;m still wearing braces after 6 years&lt;br /&gt;13. i haven&apos;t gone to the dentist in 7 months&lt;br /&gt;14. i baby talk&lt;br /&gt;15. i despise the &quot;idea&quot; of starbucks, havianas etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there... hehe.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 05:16:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i am fear</title>
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  <description>i am fear&lt;br /&gt;i, a frame&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m afraid&lt;br /&gt;dim, i, afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t see&lt;br /&gt;i, net case&lt;br /&gt;when i graze&lt;br /&gt;grew in haze &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who dear&lt;br /&gt;where shot ado&lt;br /&gt;or terrorized eyes&lt;br /&gt;see error, dizy root&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know what came upon me&lt;br /&gt;but all that&apos;s left is cold misery&lt;br /&gt;wait i shall, for i would be sober&lt;br /&gt;wait i shall, for you to come over</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 11:46:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>angel of god, my guardian dear, to whom god&apos;s love, commits me here...</title>
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  <description>ever this day&lt;br /&gt;be at my side&lt;br /&gt;to light and guard&lt;br /&gt;to rule and guide&lt;br /&gt;amen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a prayer way back in grade school, back when i still believed in prayers... anyway, this struck me again, reflecting on what had been. then it hit me... couldn&apos;t this prayer be a metaphor, could it stand for something else. haha, of course it can, of course it can.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ever so often an angel passes by&lt;br /&gt;unfolding wings that wrap around me&lt;br /&gt;or rather, it is i who entwine&lt;br /&gt;seeking heat that&apos;s apart from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid the bloody gore, destruction and pain&lt;br /&gt;seeing teenage melodrama that drives me insane&lt;br /&gt;expressions and impressions that will never wane&lt;br /&gt;requiems and goodbyes that is to my disdain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing each other in romance and fury&lt;br /&gt;tickling sensations of what is before me&lt;br /&gt;setting aside some cake and spaghetti &lt;br /&gt;enjoying the moment that&apos;s oh so lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the palm of my hands, true love and affection&lt;br /&gt;i dare you not to lead it to loss and affliction&lt;br /&gt;for i may drown, be victim to the deepest ocean&lt;br /&gt;but i&apos;m sure the angel would come to my salvation &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Anghel sa lupa mananatili ka&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na hahayaang lumipad at iwan ako&lt;br /&gt;Anghel sa lupa nahuhumaling na&lt;br /&gt;Langit nadarama pag kapiling kita&quot;&lt;br /&gt;(anghel - stonefree)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 13:14:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Patuloy ka lang tumugtog o musika&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo akong lubayan&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na hindi kita nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay naririnig pa naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilipad mo ako, o musika&lt;br /&gt;Itakas mo ko sa king kulungan&lt;br /&gt;Dalhin mo ko sa iyong pagkanta&lt;br /&gt;Sa iyong himig ako&apos;y iduyan</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 07:06:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mainet....</title>
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  <description>ang init ng panahon... nakakapaso...&lt;br /&gt;haha... nagrereklamo na ko... so.... pwede na ko magsulat ng kanta.:)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Problema ko ang init&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(intro/verse...power chords lang lahat...&lt;br /&gt;magsisimula sa... A tapos E... then A, E, D, B, A&lt;br /&gt;ulit hanggang magsawa... then sa huli A, E, D, B, A, G)&lt;br /&gt;May hinahanap ako&lt;br /&gt;Kahit konting lamig lang sana&lt;br /&gt;Napapaso na &apos;ko&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit wala namang magagawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then.... F......G)&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba mainit?&lt;br /&gt;Ang panahon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tapos chorus..... Am, C, G, F-G&lt;br /&gt;C, G, Am, F-G)&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ako ay nagdurusa&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unting umiitim sa bawat sinag na tumatama sa &apos;kin&lt;br /&gt;Sana mamaya o sa umaga&lt;br /&gt;Matupad aking hiling na ulan ay dumating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse uli)&lt;br /&gt;Nauuhaw na ako&lt;br /&gt;Tang ina, ubos na aming yelo&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis talaga&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa init ay lumalaki ang problema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then.... F......G)&lt;br /&gt;Kung may karamay lang ako dito&lt;br /&gt;Eh di sana &apos;di ako nagrereklamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tapos chorus..... Am, C, G, F-G&lt;br /&gt;C, G, Am, F-G)&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mahirap pag nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;Lahat na lang ng problema ay iyong mahahalata&lt;br /&gt;Sana mamaya o sa umaga&lt;br /&gt;Matupad aking hiling na meron sanang dumating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge... F, G, C, G)&lt;br /&gt;Kung kasama lang kita ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Lahat aking iindahin&lt;br /&gt;Wala sanang problema sa kin&lt;br /&gt;Kahit gano kainit aking titiisin&lt;br /&gt;Pagkat sa twing kasama ka&lt;br /&gt;Nawawala ang problema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ulit na lang chorus)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Yay! haha...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:22:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what is there to see</title>
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  <description>today, i felt a weird kind of lonesome that i felt long ago... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in greenhills, at the now defunct virra mall... &lt;br /&gt;It was about 7 or 8 or 9 at that time, i can&apos;t remember. &lt;br /&gt;But everything was closing down, &lt;br /&gt;While eating at tokyo tokyo, everything felt so empty &lt;br /&gt;Like nothingness, no color, black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as weird as it is, i felt that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes, my poem for the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&quot;The World of Nothingness&quot;***           &lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt; Can you really see this?                   &lt;br /&gt; What if this is just a lie?                &lt;br /&gt; Would you believe this isn&apos;t real?         &lt;br /&gt; Or would you trust your eyes...            &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt; What you see, may decieve your perception  &lt;br /&gt; There&apos;s no truth in a really clear vision  &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 18:19:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mamaya na... tinatamad pa ko eh</title>
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  <description>its 2 am, and still i&apos;m awake...&lt;br /&gt;still trying to absorb what has come upon me.&lt;br /&gt;still lacking knowledge of what i need to know,&lt;br /&gt;still being still, not moving at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejoice! be merry!&lt;br /&gt;oh glorious! be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking straight i need not ask for more,&lt;br /&gt;this is all i can get, my brain&apos;s already sore&lt;br /&gt;still i can&apos;t help but get to thinking&lt;br /&gt;even now that my mind is sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejoice! be merry!&lt;br /&gt;oh glorious! be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am, just human after all&lt;br /&gt;under the mercy of a goddess...&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i love to stall,&lt;br /&gt;for only just a little more.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 14:12:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...</title>
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  <description>Sundo - Imago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay tagal kong sinusuyod&lt;br /&gt;ang buong mundo&lt;br /&gt;Para hanapin,&lt;br /&gt;para hanapin ka&lt;br /&gt;Nilibot ang distrito&lt;br /&gt;ng iyong lumbay&lt;br /&gt;Pupulutin, pupulutin ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinusundo kita,&lt;br /&gt;Sinusundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong mula ngayon&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko’y sayo&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong mula ngayon&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko’y sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin mo isabit&lt;br /&gt;ang iyong lumbay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kukulangin&lt;br /&gt;ang ibibigay&lt;br /&gt;Isuko ang kaba&lt;br /&gt;tuluyan kang bumitaw&lt;br /&gt;Ika’y manalig&lt;br /&gt;Manalig ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinusundo kita&lt;br /&gt;Sinusundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong mula ngayon&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko’y sayo&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong mula ngayon&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko’y sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handa na sa liwanag mo&lt;br /&gt;Sinuyod ang buong mundo&lt;br /&gt;Maghihintay sayo’ng sundo</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 14:48:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a fever i can&apos;t swet out</title>
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  <description>&quot;Minsan pa ulan bumuhos ka&apos;t h&apos;wag nang tumigil pa&lt;br /&gt;Hatid mo ma&apos;y bagyo, dalangin ito ng puso kong sumasamo...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainit...&lt;br /&gt;Oo mainit, nakakapaso&lt;br /&gt;Dala ng araw na naglalagablab&lt;br /&gt;Nasusunog, umaapoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;white&quot;&gt;Tulad ng aking damdamin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iinit, sa bawat haplos ng liwanag&lt;br /&gt;Nabibitin sa lamig ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit mabuti na rin na ganito&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nalalaman kong buhay ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;white&quot;&gt;Ganun din ang aking puso&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinahanap ang init na matagal nang inaasam&lt;br /&gt;Pabilis nang pabilis, hindi mapigilan.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag dumarating ang langit, nasisiyahan.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ang init na ito, nagugustuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;white&quot;&gt;Pilit na nilalasap sa bawat sandali&lt;br /&gt;Bago matapos at dumating ang gabi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is there anyone out there &apos;cause its getting harder and harder to breath&quot;</description>
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