<?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-993906567219117278</id><updated>2011-08-03T13:42:15.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notes in hotel paper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-8484358140914183101</id><published>2009-06-29T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:24:56.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>underneath the clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been longing for a stormy day since summer began, I guess i got it. I find storms and cloudy days very profound, during these darker-than-usual moments, I can reflect and think about things... y'know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can let out what's inside of me. I don't cry, but I could stare outside for hours and drown in deep thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I could say, I'm &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; when it rains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-8484358140914183101?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/8484358140914183101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=8484358140914183101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/8484358140914183101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/8484358140914183101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2009/06/underneath-clouds.html' title='underneath the clouds'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-1659074915962300437</id><published>2009-06-29T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:04:14.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles from heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year has been quick, and many things have changed. I've fallen in and out of love. Been involved in some kind of drama. But I've grown for the better, I think. There are many &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; things this past year that I never ever want to relive. But I'm pretty thankful for what I've gained.&lt;br /&gt;I had my share of ups and downs. I've had trust issues, maybe I still do. But step-by-step I'm growing out my shell. I think this year was a breakthrough for me, for many reasons I have yet to identify. But to make it easier I've made a list of all the things I've learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to relax a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to see through people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to look at the bright side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to live every moment of my life fully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not to care what others think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not to trust just anyone, because some people are just made up of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to express what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that taking people for granted is never a good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To sum it all up, this year was a disastrously fun year and I wouldn't have done it any differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-1659074915962300437?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/1659074915962300437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=1659074915962300437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1659074915962300437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1659074915962300437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2009/06/learn.html' title='smiles from heartache'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-5656157621398286885</id><published>2009-03-01T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:37:45.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six months, two days, nineteen hours, twenty minutes &lt;/strong&gt;since I realized I love you. I'm a mess, too much of a mess for you to even notice. I can hardly breathe without you, I can't be me without you, the word 'me' is nto even familiar anymore. I get cold feet, I give cold shoulders, I'm stubborn. I'm not perfect, I'm actually full of flaws. The list of things that I could write of why I think you could never be with someone like me is just endless. I can't get enough of you, chills run through my spine everytime I see you smile. Your happiness is more of a priority than my own, I learned to put someone else before myself for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can take the pain, trust me. For the longest time, that's all I ever felt. Everyday my situation gets worse, do you know how much it stings when I see you love him? Do you know how many times I felt the pain of heartbreak? Do you know how numb I get whenever I see you? So many questions you haven't even notice, it seems to me that your heart cease to exist sometimes. I will never blame you though. I never asked to love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, one blink. I'll already be &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&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/993906567219117278-5656157621398286885?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/5656157621398286885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=5656157621398286885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/5656157621398286885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/5656157621398286885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2009/03/six.html' title='Six'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-3292241873961691257</id><published>2009-02-27T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:39:46.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think&lt;/span&gt; I can manage finishing a day thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave all this behind,  but something like that won't happen without something being said and done. All this words that I write, the words I can never say to your face. I can tell how much better you're doing with that certain other. I want to wish you well, but that would be just another lie I can tell myself. I just don't want to be the guy who sits next to you, I want to be the guy lying next to you.  I can't help but give you my love, something that I know that you'll never return back. My chest feels this sudden numbness whenever I see you two. I guess all I can do is just stay away, be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-3292241873961691257?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/3292241873961691257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=3292241873961691257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/3292241873961691257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/3292241873961691257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2009/02/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-3289758242569430850</id><published>2009-01-25T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:59:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusk</title><content type='html'>I spend every second thinking about those wonderful eyes that reminds me of an early afternoon dusk. But after about half of that second I keep falling into the thought of you two happy, carefree of what the world might think. I just want &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;to be happy, and he makes you happy. I've accepted the fact that I wasn't the one for you, and you deserved better than this craphole of a guy. I've accepted that in order for you to be happy, I must give my happiness up. At the end of the day, I always see your face content, at last. And I forget how much it hurts to see that you're happy with someone else. You were never mine, and now's the time to accept that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-3289758242569430850?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/3289758242569430850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=3289758242569430850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/3289758242569430850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/3289758242569430850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2009/01/dusk.html' title='Dusk'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-1062239579596783517</id><published>2009-01-22T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:02:01.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hours passed by, days passed by,  weeks passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted this in the first place, if i had a choice, I wouldn't want a heart if it only caused me so much pain. I'm pretentious, I'm unreal, I'm human. I concealed the feelings inside that I no longer found a way it let it out. I feel imprisoned in this cage, like a helpless bird unable to fly. I fell too deep into those eyes of yours, that I can't even find a way to get out. Never have I felt so low, down and unhappy. I was in agony, not physically but mentally. I am an inch close to becoming insane. Wait.. that was a lie I'm already &lt;strong&gt;insane&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-1062239579596783517?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/1062239579596783517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=1062239579596783517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1062239579596783517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1062239579596783517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2009/01/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-7059404606411418803</id><published>2009-01-07T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:34:46.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Help me mend this broken heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                  &lt;strong&gt; I just want to be happy again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-7059404606411418803?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/7059404606411418803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=7059404606411418803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/7059404606411418803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/7059404606411418803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2009/01/fix.html' title='Fix'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-3139695098336818407</id><published>2009-01-06T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:03:50.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart felt like it was going to burst into a million pieces. It was like someone decided to rip out my heart out of my chest and step on it with massive force. I never knew I could feel so much pain. Something inside me felt weak, helpless.. vulnerable. I know I shouldn't be feeling any of this, because I knew.. I thought I knew for a fact that I didn't care for you anymore. I'm forgetting to fake smile when you're around, because the truth is I'm in love, deeply and terribly in love with you. But the courage never came around..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew or even thought about it but it's true regret always comes in the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-3139695098336818407?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/3139695098336818407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=3139695098336818407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/3139695098336818407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/3139695098336818407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2009/01/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-5981576266191835478</id><published>2008-12-31T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:07:40.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It started with a smile, and ended with a smile.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wishes I've made, the terrible things I've done.. things I have regretted. Looking back on this so called first 'love', I'll probably ask myself was it really love? I've completely evolved from an immature child to an understanding individual. From what I've seen, all I did when I started this was whine about stupid things. Now I can often let out my mind in here, be myself. Talk some truth once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the obstacles I've gone through this year were the only reason that I found myself. Found who I really was. I'm more content than ever, I don't need to ask for more. I'm done being the pretentious little kid that I've grown into. It's a new start, &lt;em&gt;new beginning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-5981576266191835478?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/5981576266191835478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=5981576266191835478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/5981576266191835478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/5981576266191835478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/shift.html' title='Shift'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-4484003323653031448</id><published>2008-12-23T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:23:58.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Realizing the truth, means facing reality.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I can't face anymore fakeness in life. It's really catching up to me, the lies, the truth, everything. I can't do anything to stop it. I've lied or schemed through things this passed year that I don't even know what's real anymore. I've lost my sense of reality, I'm drowning in lies. I want to change, for the better.. but the only way to do that is to forget what's happened in the past and face what's coming with the truth. From now on, no more &lt;em&gt;lies&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-4484003323653031448?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/4484003323653031448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=4484003323653031448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/4484003323653031448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/4484003323653031448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/real.html' title='Real'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-3805068589419614274</id><published>2008-12-19T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:57:10.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every raindrop that falls reminds me of you.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The remainder of the days I thought of you always led me to think that we'd somehow be together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I really loved you, the way I thought I did, or maybe I just liked the idea of loving you, 'cause it made everything easier for me.. I was unhappy for so many reasons, when there's really nothing to be unhappy about. I'm selfish, and I know. I write this because for the first time, I want to face reality. Throughout this whole time, I have changed. I went from being a lovestruck teenager, to a raging shitface, to a regular human being. Who knows what I'll be in a year, two years all I know is that starting today.. I want to be true to myself, be &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/993906567219117278-3805068589419614274?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/3805068589419614274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=3805068589419614274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/3805068589419614274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/3805068589419614274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/raindrops.html' title='Raindrops'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-4430681457185780971</id><published>2008-12-18T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:39:10.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Function</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We're like a bicycle's wheels, neither one of us will be able to function without each other.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always believed that I wouldn't be able to live without your love, your touch, your lovely smile. But I thought wrong. I taught my heart to love, love so much that I wasn't even thinking of myself anymore. I knew love was a change, I embraced the change until I realized I was losing myself to the unkind difficulty of loving you. But that's all over.. now and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-4430681457185780971?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/4430681457185780971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=4430681457185780971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/4430681457185780971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/4430681457185780971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/funtion.html' title='Function'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-1394918099996304093</id><published>2008-12-13T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:34:15.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more worries.&lt;br /&gt;No more hatred.&lt;br /&gt;No more loving you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live a decent life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy, once &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to forget, time for that new start I've been longing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I guess this is goodbye..&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/993906567219117278-1394918099996304093?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/1394918099996304093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=1394918099996304093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1394918099996304093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1394918099996304093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/decent.html' title='Decent'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-8942039278611300297</id><published>2008-12-09T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:42:48.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I need is you.&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to admit it,&lt;br /&gt;but I think I'm in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with you.&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;way too late...&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/993906567219117278-8942039278611300297?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/8942039278611300297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=8942039278611300297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/8942039278611300297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/8942039278611300297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/embrace-me.html' title='Embrace'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-1028560886309108402</id><published>2008-12-08T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:51:09.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My day was filled with random hate. I couldn't stand being the one at fault. I almost bursted into a complete rage. I was unconditionally in love with her ways and I was completely struck into thinking I was the one who started this. I hid it well, or atleast I thought I did. So what am I complaining about, wasn't this what I wanted in the fist place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find anything wrong with her, her face was perfectly still and I got a 'whatever' glance. I was ready to talk, but she disappeared like I was just seeing a mirage. Her skin was no lighter than mine, compared to her I looked like a fluorescent light. I didn't think it would get to a point where I'd hate myself for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;resenting&lt;/span&gt; her, for a complete nothing. This was just another failed attempt to fix my broken soul, I want to feel whole again, and not scattered like she had made me feel.  I have this compassion for her but I was too petrified to even go there. I just lost the chance of a lifetime, so now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-1028560886309108402?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/1028560886309108402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=1028560886309108402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1028560886309108402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1028560886309108402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/resentment.html' title='Resentment'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-6947958994126948371</id><published>2008-12-07T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:39:47.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impasse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dreamed of something that night. I saw a girl, no, a woman. She was trying to warn me. But the volume of her voice was no less than a whisper. What was it about? From what what my outlook of life, alot of things can go wrong. Overanalysis of things is what I've been always good at. And you ask why I have not much of a life. This was different from every other dream. I just knew it was different, from her unfamiliar hushly voice. All I saw from her was her long perfectly dark wavy hair, well from the back view of it. I was unable to speak, nor move, I was stuck. Just when I almost believed there was no escape, thinking this situation might've been an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;impasse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the sound of my irratating alarm clock woke me. That was the day I learned to love the sound, more like noise, of my beloved alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I wasn't going to ever wake. I was very much aware that these things happen, sleeping and next thing you know you're in a casket. I always was aware of every possibility of doing certain things, I tend to overthink. But it seems to work for me, just me. I never understood how my brain worked. I probably never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-6947958994126948371?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/6947958994126948371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=6947958994126948371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/6947958994126948371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/6947958994126948371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/impasse.html' title='Impasse'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-6952560333780564188</id><published>2008-12-02T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:40:51.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapperance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Memories, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's all disappearing, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting over you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as vulnerable around you, as before.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't explain how glad I am..&lt;br /&gt;Not because I regreted the feelings I had.&lt;br /&gt;But 'cause I was able to be myself once again.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lamesauce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; annoying old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovering from you wasn't easy..&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't, &lt;em&gt;trust me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just happy for you and I..&lt;br /&gt;'Us' just never existed. And I'm sincerely happy I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are too...&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/993906567219117278-6952560333780564188?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/6952560333780564188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=6952560333780564188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/6952560333780564188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/6952560333780564188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/12/fading.html' title='Dissapperance'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-1950075023207888440</id><published>2008-11-28T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:40:29.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a frustrating week.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;Is it just you?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blur, that's the perfect word to describe everything.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like a complete assface when she's around..&lt;br /&gt;And not talking to her seems to be working fine for now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine how I can contain myself,&lt;br /&gt;If I could I just would want to hug her, love her as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;Like she deserves to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-1950075023207888440?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/1950075023207888440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=1950075023207888440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1950075023207888440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1950075023207888440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/11/gulong-gulo.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-1354410159769966911</id><published>2008-11-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:02:20.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In special need of psychiatric help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;lack of sleep results this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;better get some serious rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter love.&lt;br /&gt;first snowfall of the year,&lt;br /&gt;and it only reminds me of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-1354410159769966911?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/1354410159769966911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=1354410159769966911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1354410159769966911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1354410159769966911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-special-need.html' title='Needs'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-5121364624930891107</id><published>2008-11-13T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:30:31.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the better</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I did everything for the better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did it for the better of things, because you and I can never be a 'we'.&lt;br /&gt;I did it because I still care for you, just a tad bit more than I should..&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/993906567219117278-5121364624930891107?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/5121364624930891107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=5121364624930891107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/5121364624930891107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/5121364624930891107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-better.html' title='For the better'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-8340517184284769605</id><published>2008-11-13T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:44:47.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed chances..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today all I could think about was the 'what if's of life.&lt;br /&gt;It flew through my head and I can't seem to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;As of this second there are 6,707,580,777 people in the world, and one of those people is 'the' one.&lt;br /&gt;What if your supposed soulmate is the person who sat right in front of you in the bus?&lt;br /&gt;What if you walked passed by them and you never knew?&lt;br /&gt;What if the girl who you help with homework everyday is the one?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're never to find anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this unanswered question flowing through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing I can do to answer it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i just have to&lt;em&gt; wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-8340517184284769605?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/8340517184284769605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=8340517184284769605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/8340517184284769605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/8340517184284769605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/11/missed-chances.html' title='Missed chances..'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-887108465696085946</id><published>2008-11-12T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:49:10.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was just like yesterday but only better.&lt;br /&gt;I keep realizing how lucky we all are because we have certain things,&lt;br /&gt;that others usually only dream about and we don't even appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;I keep realizing things since I've changed my outlook on life, or so I think so..&lt;br /&gt;Do you even realize how many times you use the word 'I' in one day.&lt;br /&gt;And that we rarely use the terms 'we', why is that..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always get caught up in our own little worlds that we forget about others&lt;br /&gt;Others who hunger for food, and need shelter, that we all are given to in a silver platter.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is given to us in a blink of an eye that we forget how to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;How to thank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes may think that thinking is highly overrated,&lt;br /&gt;but it is what brings our mind to certain facts that keep us sane.&lt;br /&gt;Making sense of all this crap might be confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, we need remember..&lt;br /&gt;Remember to appreciate what we have and focus less on what we don't have..&lt;br /&gt;Because the day may come when all the things around us is all that's left..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of inspiration is what I've been suffering from these past few days..&lt;br /&gt;So bare with me..&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/993906567219117278-887108465696085946?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/887108465696085946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=887108465696085946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/887108465696085946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/887108465696085946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-about-right.html' title='Just about right'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-344539065775733475</id><published>2008-11-05T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:05:51.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over by now,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days have gone by, thoughts have flown through my head.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is all I've felt, but it's over.&lt;br /&gt;They say life is supposed to be lived to the fullest, and it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once, I just want to be happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be able to laugh again without anymore worries.&lt;br /&gt;And now I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself how I could've ever doubted my ability to go through anymore hardships,&lt;br /&gt;but that's when I realized they made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;No more hate, and no more love.&lt;br /&gt;Just this time, I'd like not to think about myself.&lt;br /&gt;and start thinking of everyone else..&lt;br /&gt;It's time to think about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another phase of my life has just begun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-344539065775733475?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/344539065775733475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=344539065775733475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/344539065775733475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/344539065775733475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-by-now.html' title='Over by now,'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-2312599008301986267</id><published>2008-11-03T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:00:25.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's come to this.. I just wanna say everything to her. Like now.. but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm completely falling for you and I can't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats faster than the speed of a bullet when you're around.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know.. that I'm in love with you..&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that, even if you don't feel the same way..&lt;br /&gt;I completely understand, I just can't keep lying around thinking of you every minute of everyday and not say anything.. I just wanted you to know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn't change anything, I hope it stays the same.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how I want to tell her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I never seem to have the courage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-2312599008301986267?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/2312599008301986267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=2312599008301986267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/2312599008301986267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/2312599008301986267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near..'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-7181898289544182220</id><published>2008-10-28T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:01:40.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps me busy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luckily this week is going by fast, being busy keeps me from thinking about this chaotic life of mine..&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy drowning myself in work, homework, etc etc.,&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like getting busy, I managed to not think about what I feel because I worry about the shitload of work I have to hand in by next week. Midterm is here, and I can not get any happier, halfway done the semester, which means bye bye Mathematics.. See you next year~&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I hate it that much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I might not post 'til Thursday/Friday, planning on changing things up a bit..&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thank you friends. You keep me sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have people and shitload of work around me I'd probably go back to my emo days..&lt;br /&gt;haha, such awkward times.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;Have to go to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Test tomorrow. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-7181898289544182220?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/7181898289544182220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=7181898289544182220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/7181898289544182220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/7181898289544182220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/10/keeps-me-busy.html' title='Keeps me busy..'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-1549793682174145617</id><published>2008-10-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:47:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even til' tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I heard the sound of crackling leaves, every memory flashed before my eyes as if everything just happened yesterday"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd like to tell myself I've completely forgotten, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't just because I'd be lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that hard to fall, to fall in the hands of someone you trusted, someone you trusted with your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never seemed to open my eyes in the inconvenient truth, that 'we' will never exist.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I probably knew it all along but I just told myself what I wanted to hear..&lt;br /&gt;I saw it coming, the sadness, the sorrow, &lt;em&gt;everything..&lt;/em&gt; but I just couldn't stop myself from believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If feelings were as easy to erase as a pencil mark, I probably would've done it along time ago&lt;br /&gt;It's another one of those 'should've, could've, would've' things that has happened in the past,&lt;br /&gt;if you actually saw everything coming before it actually happened, you would've changed things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I would rather much wait for her to come to me rather than coming to her, 'cause I'll know that she came back for me.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-1549793682174145617?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/1549793682174145617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=1549793682174145617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1549793682174145617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/1549793682174145617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-til-tomorrow.html' title='Even til&apos; tomorrow'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-2052104776946675584</id><published>2008-10-23T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:20:37.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bitch of living</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fatty foods, you're my bestfriend&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep going through this everyday, being the guy in background and never knowing if i'll ever be in the foreground.. Thus, a decision should be made:&lt;br /&gt;-either try to forget&lt;br /&gt;-or come clean and risk everything &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get rejected, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that easy is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like crap is my experty, with that being said you must be getting the glimpse of how crappy I feel everyday. I know I'm sounding pretty selfish talking about all this bullshit you probably don't even care about, so bare with me. Writing about all this helps relieve the shit-phase i'm going through... so if you're wondering why i'm doing this, then there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, just broke a virtue of mine. Trying not to say 'bad' words. :D&lt;br /&gt;lol, atleast I'm not completely awful, I try to do good things at the least./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're wondering what would happen if I did tell her, I don't know either, &lt;em&gt;and I guess we never will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-2052104776946675584?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/2052104776946675584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=2052104776946675584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/2052104776946675584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/2052104776946675584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/10/bitch-of-living.html' title='The bitch of living'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-6801238013301979557</id><published>2008-10-19T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:49:14.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I thought there was school today, I almost got dressed 'cause I thought I was gonna be late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started out at noon -yes i'm a bum-, what can I say i like to sleep just like everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I avoided thinking today, thinking about, thinking about tomorrow and thinking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But seriously, I failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I managed to finish all my homework for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I was forced, my math teacher turns into the hulk, you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kinda have nothing to talk about today, my day was blank.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing but eat and sleep like the usual.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the usual is.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is changing rapidly that I can never seem to catch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change isn't really a good friend of mine. I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;Well, just probably the &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; change.&lt;br /&gt;I exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;But everything has to change eventually, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[PS: last post was a mess, it sounded so unfinished. I wrote it at 2am, so forgive me XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-6801238013301979557?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/6801238013301979557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=6801238013301979557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/6801238013301979557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/6801238013301979557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/10/typical-sunday.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-2169132897179630813</id><published>2008-10-18T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:45:29.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and more thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My life isn't really that complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I have that daily routine going on just like all of you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note I sometimes make up my own world/book idea while lying down in my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while also imagining how things are going to turn out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, like a &lt;strong&gt;retardo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda invisible, no one can probably see or notice me -unless i say 'hi', obviously- at school.&lt;br /&gt;I can get through one whole day without talking to someone, -by the way I have friends I'm not a total psycho loner, you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to say that I don't rely on people to make me happy -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until she came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; one of the few people that can make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Or laugh for one thing.. I can talk to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; about any random topic and make a 1-2 pages long of a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I can trust &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; with anything, and apparently even my heart.&lt;br /&gt;[PS: I can be really cheesy sometimes, mostly when I talk about &lt;em&gt;her.. &lt;/em&gt;so forgive me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to avoid her once, didn't work quite well.&lt;br /&gt;probably can't get through a day without seeing her face -on the days that she isn't there I feel like I'm losing something to look forward to through the day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is getting &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; long, better end this before everyone falls asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-- if you haven't noticed yet, this is a post that's mostly about her.. I probably make one once a week just to bore you all to tears C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993906567219117278-2169132897179630813?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/2169132897179630813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=2169132897179630813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/2169132897179630813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/2169132897179630813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-and-more-thoughts.html' title='Thoughts and more thoughts'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993906567219117278.post-2324018160038720597</id><published>2008-10-18T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:38:15.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One on one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"I think of you every minute of every hour of everyday, and I've been meaning to tell you something.. and that's -"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, that's how i always imagined of how I would say it to her..&lt;br /&gt;kinda lame huh? Which by the way I never told her.. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog to express things, say things that well... I don't say usually.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like anyone's gonna read this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first post is kinda an intro before I rant about random things that I..&lt;br /&gt;hate, like and possibly love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda wraps up the introduction.. I will remain mysterious and anonymous.. -lol obviously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PS: Just so you all know or if you've missed the hints, I AM A GUY- probably the first time any guy has done this, so SHUT UP- and I can be illiterate alot of times so if there's any spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, that's what I'm gonna be referring to.. :).]&lt;br /&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/993906567219117278-2324018160038720597?l=somewhatnice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/feeds/2324018160038720597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993906567219117278&amp;postID=2324018160038720597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/2324018160038720597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993906567219117278/posts/default/2324018160038720597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatnice.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-on-one.html' title='One on one..'/><author><name>p00face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372678245528840912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjkkpWzvQGQ/SRJvqt-p5uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oixEL0vrX3Y/S220/l_ac87ae6f931315d8d6d9d9519b8050e2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
