<?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-10167491</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:51:36.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses and dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>would you like to dance with me?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-115279621601765981</id><published>2006-07-13T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:10:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.deux.</title><content type='html'>tonight the wind is sending me shivers&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt fear this great before&lt;br /&gt;the dark night sky leaves me hopeless&lt;br /&gt;and ure not here by my side anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the price of the times we spent?&lt;br /&gt;momentary bliss and eternal regret.&lt;br /&gt;were the things we believed in correct?&lt;br /&gt;the painful consequences of our actions i could never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now it seems that i have lost most of myself&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i could still not fall&lt;br /&gt;somehow i knew if i had only held on to You&lt;br /&gt;this endless sadness wouldn't happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-115279621601765981?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/115279621601765981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=115279621601765981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/115279621601765981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/115279621601765981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/07/deux.html' title='.deux.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114974602827466737</id><published>2006-06-07T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:53:48.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life in plastic! its fantastic!</title><content type='html'>amma barbie gurl. inna barbie wooohooorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iskul is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pisay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is byootipool.&lt;br /&gt;like me for exampool.&lt;br /&gt;iskul is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go muon! go muon!&lt;br /&gt;kasintapang taio ng lion!&lt;br /&gt;lahat ay sumasang-ayon!&lt;br /&gt;go muon! go muon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magpapakabait na ko.&lt;br /&gt;bati ko lahat ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;wala sa inyong ayoko.&lt;br /&gt;magpapakabait na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag-aaral ako ng mabuti.&lt;br /&gt;wala nang pa-wait-y wait-y.&lt;br /&gt;ako ay dakilang pretty.&lt;br /&gt;mag-aaral ako ng mabuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gagraduate na tayo.&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss ko talaga kayo.&lt;br /&gt;at ang mga titser nating henyo.&lt;br /&gt;gagraduate na tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amma barbie gurl. inna barbie wooohoohooorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114974602827466737?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114974602827466737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114974602827466737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114974602827466737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114974602827466737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-in-plastic-its-fantastic.html' title='life in plastic! its fantastic!'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114864762172822387</id><published>2006-05-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T05:47:01.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bituing walang ningning</title><content type='html'>di ko akalaing ikaw ang sisira ng puso ko&lt;br /&gt;matagal na kitang kilala, ako'y inamo mo&lt;br /&gt;pinagkatiwalaan kita nang todo-todo&lt;br /&gt;malaman ko lang sa huli... aku'y iyong niloko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiningala kita san man ako magpunta&lt;br /&gt;nilambing mo ako ng iyong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;sinunod ko ang lahat ng yong mapangakong salita&lt;br /&gt;at pagkatapos ng lahat, ako'y iyong ipinawalang bahala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barker ng jeep.  aku'y iyong iniwan. niloko mo ako. tinawag pa.."O! Cubao Cubao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahalina mo ako sa pamamagitan ng dala dala mong makulay na sasakyan&lt;br /&gt;mei nkaaakit pang mga guhit ng Ghost Fighter&lt;br /&gt;at ang maingay nitong busina: "Fire! Brattattattatta..."&lt;br /&gt;ikaw! ikaw na nga! ang siyang aking daan.&lt;br /&gt;upang makarating ako sa malayong paroroonan.&lt;br /&gt;nagmadali akong mahabol ang mapangakong jeepney&lt;br /&gt;pagpasok ko, aku'y nagsisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barker ng jeep.  aku'y iyong iniwan. niloko mo ako. tinawag pa.."O! Cubao Cubao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami ka na palang nahalina pagpasok ko sa jeep.&lt;br /&gt;ilang tao na pala ang nauto mo.&lt;br /&gt;naisip ko: "san na ako ngayon lulugar?"&lt;br /&gt;ngayong kaliwa't kanan.. ay ang mga taong nauna pa pala sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;ipinagpilitan mo parin akong iupo sa puno mong puso&lt;br /&gt;"usod usod lang po mga nasa kaliwa. onsehan tayo hindi sampuan."&lt;br /&gt;hindi lang iyon ang pinakamasaklap.&lt;br /&gt;matapos kong malaman na niloko mo lang pala ako,&lt;br /&gt;ay pinagpilitan mo pa akong itabi sa babaeng ito.&lt;br /&gt;hindi selos ang nadarama ko kundi pandidiri.&lt;br /&gt;sapagkat ang babaeng katabi ko ay may dala dala:&lt;br /&gt;dalawang malalaking balde na mei lamang ISDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o barker! barker ng jeep!&lt;br /&gt;bakit mo nagawa sa akin ang ganito?&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo ba naiintindihan ang pasakit na dinulot mo?&lt;br /&gt;nagtiis ako ng sobrang tagal.&lt;br /&gt;malaman lang na ang babaeng ito ay hanggang cubao pa.&lt;br /&gt;ako'y hamak na hanggang katipunan lang.&lt;br /&gt;hindi madali ang pinatiis mo sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumaba akong sawi&lt;br /&gt;bumaba akong nagsisisi&lt;br /&gt;at higit sa lahat o barker!&lt;br /&gt;bumaba akong nangangamoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barker.  barker ng jeep.  aku'y iyong iniwan. niloko mo ako. tinawag pa.."O! Cubao Cubao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko akalaing ikaw ang sisira ng puso ko&lt;br /&gt;matagal na kitang kilala, ako'y inamo mo&lt;br /&gt;pinagkatiwalaan kita nang todo-todo&lt;br /&gt;malaman ko lang sa huli... aku'y iyong niloko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiningala kita san man ako magpunta&lt;br /&gt;nilambing mo ako ng iyong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;sinunod ko ang lahat ng yong mapangakong salita&lt;br /&gt;at pagkatapos ng lahat, ako'y iyong ipinawalang bahala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114864762172822387?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114864762172822387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114864762172822387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114864762172822387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114864762172822387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/05/bituing-walang-ningning.html' title='bituing walang ningning'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114699916496389687</id><published>2006-05-07T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:52:45.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girl next door - flores de mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Small town homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;She’s the star in this scene&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way to deny she’s lovely&lt;br /&gt;Perfect skin perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that inside shes ugly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;nasubukan mo na bang sumabak sa santacrusan??&lt;br /&gt;oo. ung panahong ng flores de mayo.&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ren??&lt;br /&gt;congrats preho tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano?? lalaki kah?&lt;br /&gt;ay sus! wag ka na!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Senior class president&lt;br /&gt;She must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;She was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;A backseat debutant&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;Never to harsh or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Reyna Illuminada. ako yun! ni hindi ko nga alam kung cnu un eh. akala ko pag-santacrusan ung tipong mei mga kiddies sa harap. tapos mei mga big girls din sa likod na mei arko na buhat buhat ng mga boy. tapus sa pinakalikod ung reyna elena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;saya. mei iba pa plang reyna reyna dun. fun noh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Reyna Illuminada. ako nga yun eh! ang sinumpang motif [korek ispelling ba?] ko ay blue at wyt. hehe. ako yata ang naging birheng maria. sinumpang ipinasuot sa akin ang lumang gown na sinuot ko nung kasal ng ninang ko. dark blue siya na mei silver na bilog bilog. sinumpang sapatos ko dalawa. prehong silver. kaso mas mtaas ung takong nung isa. sinumpang make up ko ay make up ng nanay ko plus glitters na ibinuhos ng walang awa sa mukha, leeg, at braso ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;illuminada = ilaw. ganon ba tlga ako kylngang lumiwanag? sinumpang ipinabuhat sa akin ay isang glass bowl na mei lumulutang na tatlong floating candles [ang kulet! lumulutang na nga floating pah!] at mei ksama pang bulaklak. sinumpang buhok ko ay ipinaayos sa kung saang parlor sa brookside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ang sinumpa kong arko ay blue at wyt na puro krep paper na dinikit via gawgaw. yak! hindi ko kilala ung mga boy na nagbuhat ng arko ko. napulot lng ata sila ng ninong ko kung saan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sinumpa ko ang bawat kalsadang nilakaran ko. sa gita ng aking sinumpang adventure. nagpalit ako ng sapatos. ung silver naman pero mas mababa ang takong. nevertheless, sinumpa ko ang paglalakad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sinumpa ko ang flores de mayo at santacrusan. pauso ba nman ng presidente ng village nmin. grabeh. once in a lifetime lng din xang gnawa. at pinagmerienda kmi ng tuna sandwich pagktapos. sinumpa tlga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;pero alam mo. di ko mkakalimutan ang flores de mayo.&lt;br /&gt;ipaglakad man ako kung san wala na ang dignidad ko.&lt;br /&gt;pipitchugin man ang mukha ko, damit ko't arko,&lt;br /&gt;natututo akong lakarin ang mga kalsadang baku-bako.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin’ in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin’ on the floor&lt;br /&gt;She’s Miss America and I'm just the girl next door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114699916496389687?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114699916496389687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114699916496389687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114699916496389687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114699916496389687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/05/girl-next-door-flores-de-mayo.html' title='girl next door - flores de mayo'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114673911060364362</id><published>2006-05-04T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T03:39:04.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la vie boheme - rent</title><content type='html'>to days of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;playing hookey, making something out of nothing&lt;br /&gt;the need to express -&lt;br /&gt;to communicate, to going against the grain,&lt;br /&gt;going insane&lt;br /&gt;going mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food makes the world go round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisig&lt;br /&gt;garlic rice&lt;br /&gt;c2 green tea&lt;br /&gt;chocolate donut&lt;br /&gt;mineral water&lt;br /&gt;hotdog na binalot ng bacon sandwich with mraming mustard at catsooop&lt;br /&gt;mlaking baso ng cold melon juice with mraming melon strips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamang driver, bkit ang init ng ulo nio?&lt;br /&gt;gutom lng yan..&lt;br /&gt;ganto, bababa muna ako ng fx.&lt;br /&gt;tapus kmaen muna kayo.&lt;br /&gt;jan o. bili ka ng fish crackers na binebenta sa kalye.&lt;br /&gt;tapos kumaen ka muna.&lt;br /&gt;ayan, meron pang naglalako ng mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;bilin mo rin. dpat ung malamig ha.&lt;br /&gt;o yan. ayos na?&lt;br /&gt;ano nman kung mrami kang pasahero.&lt;br /&gt;dahan dahan. mainit na ulo mo.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. luto na ung itlog. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*munch munch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manong, ubos nio na??&lt;br /&gt;ayan. busog na xa. gutom lng yan.&lt;br /&gt;sakay na ulit ako ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etoh poh. P20.&lt;br /&gt;bayad po.&lt;br /&gt;isa pong katipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*broom broom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens,&lt;br /&gt;carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,&lt;br /&gt;pee wee herman&lt;br /&gt;german wine, turpentine,&lt;br /&gt;gertrude stein antonioni, bertolucci, kurosawa&lt;br /&gt;carmina burana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la vie boheme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114673911060364362?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114673911060364362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114673911060364362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114673911060364362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114673911060364362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/05/la-vie-boheme-rent.html' title='la vie boheme - rent'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114596709895724579</id><published>2006-04-25T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:11:38.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang chuva ng buhay</title><content type='html'>waah. narealize ko lang na hindi na ko sumusunod sa naitakda kong patakaran dito sa blog na ito. sabi ko dapat puro song titles ang titles ng entries ko. cguro tinatamad nrin ako at nwawalan na ng gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko rin na dpat himig ang pinaka-tema ng blogang ito. haha. okay. di na rin. wla na rin gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dane anjan ka pa ba? yep. wla lang gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;ang chuva ng blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuva?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114596709895724579?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114596709895724579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114596709895724579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114596709895724579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114596709895724579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/04/ang-chuva-ng-buhay.html' title='ang chuva ng buhay'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114578538083172405</id><published>2006-04-23T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:43:00.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ika dalawampu't tatlo ng abril</title><content type='html'>april twenty-three ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april twenty-three ngayon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114578538083172405?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114578538083172405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114578538083172405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114578538083172405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114578538083172405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/04/ika-dalawamput-tatlo-ng-abril.html' title='ika dalawampu&apos;t tatlo ng abril'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114578509372074095</id><published>2006-04-23T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:38:13.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let them decide</title><content type='html'>kulet na buhay toh. bkt ba hnggang ngaun wla pa akong course?? oh well... pumunta ako ditoh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucas.com/"&gt;http://www.ucas.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tpus kinuha ko ung Stamford Test. wenk.. well. lumabas sa possible subject areas ko ay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) management&lt;br /&gt;2) administration [anu pagkakaiba nila sa management??!?]&lt;br /&gt;3) general medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. compyusd c dane. hehe. and then nagnarrow down pa xa sa possible courses to take. eion. keio i-try nio. :) it myt help din. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114578509372074095?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114578509372074095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114578509372074095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114578509372074095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114578509372074095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/04/let-them-decide.html' title='let them decide'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114422812595859956</id><published>2006-04-05T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T02:08:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diner dash</title><content type='html'>pumunta ka na ba sa yahoo! games? well pumunta ka ngaun din at hanapin ang diner dash. alam mo ba kung ano ginagawa dun? ikaw ay isang waitress na magttrabaho sa flo's diner. gagawin mo: iddrag mo ung players sa table tapus hihintayin mo sila matapos sa menu. pagmei order na ung customer mo kukunin mo un via clicking on their table tpus dadalin mo sa chef via clicking on the counter. pagluto na ung pagkain nila click mo un tapos click mo ulit ung table nila para mapunta sa kanila ung food. hintayin mo sila matapos kumain tapos pagtapos na iclick mo sila para ibigay ung chit. click mo ulit para linisin ung pinagkainan at iclick sa lalagyanan ng maruming plato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click ka lang nang click. pero dapat siguraduhin mong mabilis ka kase pagmainip sila sisimangot tapus kokonti ung heart nila tapos babawas ung score mo.. awww.. ganun tlga eh. pagsuper nagalit na sila kumukulubot ung muka nila na para silang mga maskarang pang-halloween. nakakatakot! kaya bilisan mo lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagnatapus mo ung sampung levels sa flo's diner magtatayo ng bagong diner si flo. tiki tiki naman. haha. anu un? aba malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaso di ko natapus ung laro xe limited lng trial eh. alam mo naman ang yahoo! games. kylngan mo bilin un para masaya. kaso, pagkabili mo at natapus mo na ung laro, ano na gagawin mo? sisimulan mo ulit sa level 1? yoko nga. kaya un. magbabayad ka ng $16.99 para sa isang larong matatapos mo rin at pagkatapos ay sasakit ang mata mo tapos mahihilo ka na.&lt;br /&gt;pagsawa ka na. try mo naman roller rush. preho lang un pero ung waitress naka-roller blades. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya siya. alam mo ba kung bakit? xe click ka lang nang click. pwede ngang nakasandal ka na sa upuan mo eh. tapos itaas mo pa ung paa mo sa table ng computer. masaya xa. di mo na kylngan magtatatalon kung nahihirapan ka na. matakot ka lang pagmukha nang halimaw ung customers mo.&lt;br /&gt;masaya siya. xe click ka lang nang click. buong shift mo sa diner click ka lang nang click tapus nagagawa mo na nang maayos ung trabaho mo. minsan lumalagpas pa sa dapat mong kita ung nakukuha mo sa isang araw. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana lahat click nalang nang click. mas madali un eh. wala nang kayod para makuha ang gusto. hindi ko na kailangan makinig sa teacher ko para matuto. di ko na kailangang magbukas ng mabibigat kong mga libro para makabasa ng kailangan para mataas sa test. o kaya makapasa man lang. di ko na kailangang ilabas ung black at red ballpen ko every subject para lang naiintindihan notes ko pagdating ng hapon pagmagrereview na ko para sa quiz bukas. di ko na kailangan gumising ng alas tres o alas kwatro para tapusin lang ung labrep, o kaya dula, o kaya tula, o kaya optional work, o kaya materials and methodology. di ko na kailangan pumunta sa bawat meeting at mag-isip ng bagong kaekekan para sa kachuvahang program na meron na naman sa school. di ko na sana kailangan paghirapang malutas ang problema sa ... ngeh! di ko na sana. o diba parang kanta. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;sana isang click lang magawa mo na lahat ng gusto mo.&lt;br /&gt;ang nakakainis pa ron, mas mahirap pa nga sa click ang ginagawa ko, hindi ko pa nakuha ung (sa tingin ko na) pinaghirapan ko. kung i-click ko nalang kaya lhat ng trabaho ko? nakuh! baka di lang "failed" ang aabutin ko. ano? ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakikinig ako ngayon ng soundtrack ng rent. nako panoorin nio ung musical na un! hanep! gusto ko! at siguro ung rent na yon ay di rin dinaan sa click para makagawa ng super gandang palabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon kinaaawaan ako ng lahat dahil sa sinapit ko. ewan. baka kasi dinaan ko lang sa click ang lahat na di naman pala dapat talaga.&lt;br /&gt;ang buhay ay hindi click. ito ay kayod at pawis at pagbabanat ng buto. ganon talaga. sayang hindi parang diner dash ang buhay ko. ganun na tlga cguro.&lt;br /&gt;sa susunod, hindi ko na idadaan sa click ang buhay ko. siguro ay magkakaron parin ng ganong mga panahon. pero sana naman ay natuto na ko. at sa susunod, hindi ko na Siya kakalimutan. Siya ang nagbigay ng kakayahan kong ito at ayoko naman sanang sayangin lang sa kaciclick. diba? yay!&lt;br /&gt;pero ngayon, haharapin ko muna ang bunga ng aking mga pagkakamali. naririnig ko na sila ngayon: "kawawa naman si ate." ganyan talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, salamat sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ko toh ulit! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114422812595859956?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114422812595859956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114422812595859956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114422812595859956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114422812595859956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/04/diner-dash.html' title='diner dash'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114413545472859237</id><published>2006-04-04T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:24:14.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how much is that doggie in the window?</title><content type='html'>do you know what makes u charming?&lt;br /&gt;look in the mirror and smile.&lt;br /&gt;that, exactly gets my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what makes u charming?&lt;br /&gt;its when i ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;and u suddenly get shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how funny it is that you know the right thing to do at the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;read my eyes and you know how i am. hear my voice and you know what im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what makes you charming?&lt;br /&gt;its your imperfections that for me is the most perfect thing.&lt;br /&gt;exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114413545472859237?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114413545472859237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114413545472859237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114413545472859237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114413545472859237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-much-is-that-doggie-in-window.html' title='how much is that doggie in the window?'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114295028401110531</id><published>2006-03-21T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T06:14:56.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unanswered questions</title><content type='html'>do all things happen for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;or do they just happen because we wanted to?&lt;br /&gt;i could never take back that moment, or even pretend it did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;i won't say i didnt want it. at least a part of me, didnt want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the promise? i can never turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;the promise? love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;i will never be the girl i once dreamed to be. and it is not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;should i say thank you or should i get mad?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. just love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not be scared. i wont worry.&lt;br /&gt;just as long as you love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;will it be the same after weve done?&lt;br /&gt;will guilt take over our lives?&lt;br /&gt;will you fight for me? will i fight for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop. thats all we have to do. stop.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we have to think first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would never want to forget. and i never cared.&lt;br /&gt;just as long as you love me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114295028401110531?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114295028401110531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114295028401110531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114295028401110531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114295028401110531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/03/unanswered-questions.html' title='the unanswered questions'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114260703225228106</id><published>2006-03-17T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:50:32.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>takteng ipen</title><content type='html'>gnyan tlga.. pagbata ka plang at ipinagkalooban ka na ng sungking ipin. akalain ba nman ng ibang bungi ako. baboy. gnyan tlga. pinaaus na xa. sakit naman! *ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlga? un lng ung ouch? i dont think so. these days... everything's so overwhelming. bhira nang maayos. yak. relate ka? sorry hindeh. hirap no? ewan. msakit na lhat. di mo pa mtanggap. grabeh. takte. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream to get away. will you take me some place far? hold my hand and never let me go. for even though we ourselves become the source of my pain, i still long for you. will you take me some place far? even just as i close my eyes. i want to feel like im gone. even if i still sit in the middle of the chaos, make me feel like im not there. your presence takes me away and i never want to get back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u feel my heart? its every beat is your name. but ure sleeping now. dream away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat sa pagtulog. sna bukas ay masaya kah. hangarin ko ang iyong kaligayahan. huwag nang maging mkasarili. lhat tayo mei problema. pero chong kpag ako'y kylngan mo. sigaw ka lang. yayakapin kta nang mhigpit at di na bibitawan. naririnig mo ba ako? yayakapin kita nang mahigpit at di na bibitawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makikita kita bukas. hangarin ko ang kaligayahan mo. maaari ko bang makita ang masaya mong ngiti? sana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114260703225228106?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114260703225228106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114260703225228106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114260703225228106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114260703225228106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/03/takteng-ipen.html' title='takteng ipen'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114208027951796130</id><published>2006-03-11T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T04:31:19.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to contain</title><content type='html'>too much to contain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past weeks of this life that i've been living... i have been overwhelmed by people and situations which i could not bear... maybe at first. stress was the word, as i fought my way through the last days of this periodic week. nd stress has always been the word when i am down and out. when ive been drained from all my hopes and strengths. when was still striving in keeping my place in battle ive longed to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what defines ... ? when hurt and uncomfort drown u in. when frailty and disbelief swallowed u whole. i can cry and shout and not a gasp could come out. when u kept on believing in something you thought could change? wasting useless and useless months of your life trying to prove them and yourself as well that all is well and nothing was wrong. at the end of those months you realize what a dumb girl you have been trying and trying to make seen the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what defines ... ? each and everyday you find yourself in a battle different from yesterday. or so you thought. maybe it was its corollary. nonetheless... its a battle. everyday i strive to fight. it was an indescribable feeling that tore me inside out. such pain confusion and guilt i have never felt. guilt? was it guilt? i didnt know. one thing led to another. one pain led to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weeks of my life gave me pain more than i could endure. pain: trapped, controlled, punished, regret, guilt, distrust, tears, grief, loneliness, prejudice, unacceptance, blindness, desire, morals, hope, doubt, want, confusion, hate, stab, etc. if you think pain is spelled p-a-i-n.. well i guess you could reconsider reading those words again. my school can give me work and stress so much that it could kill... but those weeks... was worse than this school. if dying alive is how you can describe it. then i can say i died already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you strive so hard to gain so much only realizing in the end that you have been aiming for something impossible. no one supports you. live you lifeless dream. i realized some colors cannot be put together no matter how hard u try. and being the blind artist that i am. i wasted my life trying so hard to mix them coming up with sh*t that some can call disaster. on the other hand, when youre in the middle of your "trying-to-calm-down" state... somebody stabs you right in front. it took a while to swallow the truth. but i guess i already happened. what can i do more?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted so much for that but it did not happen. in the end, i was soured by the fact that i threw myself down only wanting to fix the mess. months of my life was wasted. and i felt pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was confused at a time and you stabbed me. how could you? you left me questioning myself only to find out that my answer is you. you pained me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i began writing the nonsense that you will not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to catch my breath. it just keeps leaving me. telling me "why are you still fighting to live?". nothing awaits. im shedding tears in vain. i know no one can cure me. i need you right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114208027951796130?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114208027951796130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114208027951796130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114208027951796130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114208027951796130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/03/too-much-to-contain.html' title='too much to contain'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114101700468446607</id><published>2006-02-26T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:10:04.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha. funny.</title><content type='html'>sorry for peace destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u havent read it? haha.. buti. dont read it nlang. sometimes dane makes tampo out of nowhere she doesnt even have a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont read it nlang. that happens when dane's bored. she creates *toot*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think dane hates somebody that's why she wrote it. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsta dont read it nlang. *mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laboh. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114101700468446607?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114101700468446607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114101700468446607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114101700468446607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114101700468446607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha-funny.html' title='haha. funny.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114101662025509241</id><published>2006-02-26T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:03:40.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace is destroyed</title><content type='html'>newness is what i seek. and it doesnt seem to be just around the corner. i dont know where at least to start looking for it. im looking for change but i dont know where to start. im seeking to change the me that i know for im finding out it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newness is what i know i need. to venture into a whole new world of reality. i need the walls of my past to crumble and not let my memories haunt me forever. i need a place to get out for once where i can stop to think for myself. im bound by the words of everyone around me. im bound by their judgement. im bound by my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newness is what i think about. how it could turn my world around. i am longing to be someone more and less of who i am. how it scares me to remember my mistakes and even more scared to think that people remember them. how it scares me to get over it and start a new life knowing that they wont forget. i am yearning to start over but i try and i try. people just yank me down. and i dont care at all, you see. i just dont. i dont even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to correct the past, i realized u dont seek a beginning. u dont seek or wait for the chance to come up. u just start with what you have and what you are. you start to climb up the ladder of fate even though you've once been cut down to go back. you dont stare at her and wait for her to change because she wont. and she doesnt even know you want her to. its me who has the problem. i will clean my own mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i stop and think about how lonely i am because the world isnt all too well. but you see its no use complaining. because it wont set me free at all. it will make me more miserable. more desperate. and more pitiful. if i hate the world and i hate the situation that i am in. i guess i have to face it. thats the world. they wont stop their time to let me catch up. i have to run the same pace myself. if i want something new then i guess i should create it. it will not come on a silver platter in front of me. damn. that would be too good to be true. lets face it. let me face it. i am creating a world of me. so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even know if i would understand what im writing. ten minutes after ive ended this rubbish. i dont care. would you care? youre just reading this as well. let me ponder on my mixed emotions. should you care about what i write. let the world be destroyed around me. let them stop and criticize me. i wont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;am i being too defensive? am i making sense at all? can you feel the state of confusion i am in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;its all too complicated. i cant even say what i want. whos holding me back? me? you? i think its you. and partly me. but i really think its you. you see? i need somebody to chase away my stubbornness. chase away my pride. chase away my selfishness. chase away the crap out of me. damn it! i use the wrong words i could come up with a sucky love song. or something that talks about world peace. with these thoughts put together i dont think i can even write an essay good enough to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;waah. and so ill start. again. once more. it never stops. and it never starts well too. i give up. how am i feeling? lonely. why? because they dont want me. who? they know who they are. dont need to let you know. nobody wants you? yes. what do you want to do? get out. and then? have fun. how? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i could not express. because you distract me. you say im nothing. its all your fault. why did i even get to know you. i dont like you. haha. i dont like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;crap! forgive me. im making you suffer. im making me suffer. forgve these hundred words ive wasted and nobody can understand one damn thing. except-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114101662025509241?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114101662025509241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114101662025509241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114101662025509241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114101662025509241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/02/peace-is-destroyed.html' title='peace is destroyed'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-114086648551938196</id><published>2006-02-25T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T03:21:25.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are worthless</title><content type='html'>when the only light of your world disappeared&lt;br /&gt;you will suddenly start to feel all the emotions that has never come to you before&lt;br /&gt;i never realized i was this lonely. right now there's no one there beside me.&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i never realized i was worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worthless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the lights turn off.. you can no longer see, you know. but i was... and i now i do see. and you know another thing? i learned hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have made you believe that you are what you think you are. i thought i was something... something... if not the best. well, i know im not the best. so at least, i knew im something. because they made me believe so. they told me so. i was drowned in their make-believe words that drove me to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankful? not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached that topmost place, and suddenly the lights go off. i felt fear and cold that i have never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like being in the middle of your performance. a performance which you dedicated your life to. which you thought was something you. something you. it was uniquely, undoubtedly you. and you regard yourself cut above the rest because of that. and in the whole course of your gala you feel proud, contented, secured. this was the moment nobody could take away. this was the moment to give your heart to other.. or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the lights went off. at the same time, silence covered the whole place. nobody moved or said a word. i wasn't able to see anything. i felt fear stronger than all the fears ive felt before. nobody reacted in my audience when the lights went off. i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to continue my song pouring my heart out still because whatever happened. the show must still go on you know. i tried to fill my heart with joy and calmness. but when i opened my mouth, no sound came out. i felt scared. not a sound came out of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, music was playing and somebody was singing. how could that be? this was my song? i hear applause and cheering but i still couldnt hear something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chill and coldness i felt when i heard that voice. the fragile glass that makes up my heart and soul broke. there was a heavy shove that pushed me. i dont know where its taking me. i tried to fight the force but it was too strong. the song that was created by someone else started to fade away. so i knew i was moving farther. i felt scared. more than you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, the pushing stopped. i dont know where i was. there was no familiar sights because it was dark. no familiar sounds because of the deafening silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no familiar warmth because my light turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt wasted and scared. and in some way i felt i belonged there. in the darkness and silence where nobody knows. in the cold and fear which nobody felt. i tried to cry but it wont come out which made it all even worse. i was not able to walk because of the fear that enclosed my whole system. what am i to do? i did not know. i cried inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i wouldn't get out. so i belong there. it told me i would stay there. it told me i didnt deserve to be anywhere else, to be anywhere brighter and vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt say anything, maybe because i couldn't speak at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never realized i was worthless until my light turned off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-114086648551938196?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/114086648551938196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=114086648551938196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114086648551938196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/114086648551938196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-worthless.html' title='you are worthless'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-113662946523595690</id><published>2006-01-07T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T02:25:27.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;at the age of six her life ended&lt;br /&gt;she had dreams yet&lt;br /&gt;she could not fulfill them now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was kidnapped from her family&lt;br /&gt;one chilly night&lt;br /&gt;on their way home from simbang gabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was grabbed by three drunk men&lt;br /&gt;who were also sniffing rugby&lt;br /&gt;she felt scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was dragged into an abandoned house&lt;br /&gt;with broken tiles and glass&lt;br /&gt;she felt cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was stripped of her brand new clothes&lt;br /&gt;her tita gave her then&lt;br /&gt;she was crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;they placed her on top of the counter&lt;br /&gt;she could not fight&lt;br /&gt;they were strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;the three drunk men raped her there&lt;br /&gt;she prayed hard to God&lt;br /&gt;she can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;a man came and saw her but was too scared&lt;br /&gt;he ran away from them&lt;br /&gt;she was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;they raised a large knife above her&lt;br /&gt;she screamed for her mom&lt;br /&gt;she was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;with twelve stabs on her throat and stomach&lt;br /&gt;God loves you and so do i&lt;br /&gt;we will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little girl&lt;br /&gt;at the age of six her life ended&lt;br /&gt;she had dreams yet&lt;br /&gt;she could not fulfill them now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-113662946523595690?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/113662946523595690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=113662946523595690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113662946523595690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113662946523595690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/01/ulan_07.html' title='ulan'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-113660120864761716</id><published>2006-01-06T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:33:28.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you?</title><content type='html'>[J. Roman]&lt;br /&gt;there's someone out there for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know she's waiting so patiently,&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me her name?&lt;br /&gt;this life long search is gonna drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does she laugh how does she cry,&lt;br /&gt;what's the color of her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;does she even realize, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is she, where is she, where is she,&lt;br /&gt;where is this beautiful girl,&lt;br /&gt;who is she, who is she,&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna complete my world,&lt;br /&gt;where is she, where is she,&lt;br /&gt;where is this beautiful girl,&lt;br /&gt;who is she, who is she,&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna complete my world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la da da da da da da, la da da da da, la da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Soluna]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm staring out at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;praying that he will walk in my life,&lt;br /&gt;where is the man of my dreams? yeah yea&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait forever, how silly it seems,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does he laugh how does he cry,&lt;br /&gt;what's the color of his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;does he even realize, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is he, where is he, where is he,&lt;br /&gt;where is this beautiful guy,&lt;br /&gt;who is he, who is he,&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna take me so high,&lt;br /&gt;where is he, where is he,&lt;br /&gt;where is this beautiful guy,&lt;br /&gt;who is he, who is he,&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna take me so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[J.Roman [Soluna]]&lt;br /&gt;there's someone out there for me[there's someone out there for me],&lt;br /&gt;I know she's waiting so patiently[so patient],&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me her name[can you tell me his name],&lt;br /&gt;this life long search is gonna drive me insane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Soluna]&lt;br /&gt;how does he laugh, how does he cry,&lt;br /&gt;what's the color of his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;does he even realize, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[J. Roman]&lt;br /&gt;where is she, where is she, where is she,&lt;br /&gt;where is this beautiful girl,&lt;br /&gt;who is she, who is she,&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna complete my world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Soluna]&lt;br /&gt;where is he, where is he,&lt;br /&gt;where is this beautiful guy,&lt;br /&gt;who is he, who is he,&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna take me so high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Together]&lt;br /&gt;la da da da da da da, la da da da da, la da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;[J.Roman: I kno you're out there]&lt;br /&gt;la da da da da da da, la da da da da, la da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;[J. Roman: where are you, I've been lookin all over the world baby,&lt;br /&gt;cuz I know you're out there, and I know it might sound crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but i think I love you..]&lt;br /&gt;la da da da da da da&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-113660120864761716?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/113660120864761716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=113660120864761716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113660120864761716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113660120864761716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-are-you_06.html' title='where are you?'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-113490327213945488</id><published>2005-12-18T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:54:36.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sige</title><content type='html'>kung wala kang magawa.. basahin mo toh.. niyehehe.ü salamat sa friendster bulletin... kei ate bradley.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE RIGHT WAY TO REPORT THE BAD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMIRIRING ang telepono nang madaling araw....&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Master Carlos? Si Arnaldo po ito, 'yungkatiwala niyo sabahay-bakasyunan niyo."&lt;br /&gt;"O, Mr. Arnaldo, ikaw pala. Ano't napatawag ka?May problema ba?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um, napatawag lang po ako para abisuhan kayo nanamatay ang alaganiyong parrot."&lt;br /&gt;"Yung parrot kong si Pikoy, patay? 'Yung nanalosa bird show?"&lt;br /&gt;"Opo, Master Carlos, 'yun na nga po."&lt;br /&gt;"Putris ... sayang! Ang laki pa naman ng nagastosko sa ibong 'yon.Hay, buhay! Teka, ano nga ba ang ikinamatay niya?"&lt;br /&gt;"E, kumain po kasi ng bulok na karne...."&lt;br /&gt;"Bulok na karne? At sino namang salbaheng tao angnagpakain sa kanyang bulok na karne?"&lt;br /&gt;"W-Wala po. Nanginain po siya ng karne ng isangpatay na kabayo."&lt;br /&gt;"Patay na kabayo? Anong patay na kabayo, Mr Arnaldo?"&lt;br /&gt;"E, 'yun pung mga thoroughbred horses niyo, Sir.Namatay po kasilahat sila sa pagod, kahihila ng kariton ng tubig."&lt;br /&gt;"Nasisiraan ka na ba ng bait? Anong kariton ngtubbbiiiiggggg?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yun pong pinampatay namin ng sunog."&lt;br /&gt;"Diyos ko po! Anong sunog naman 'yangpinagsasasabi mo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yun pong halos tumupok sa bahay niyo.... Tumumbapo 'yung isangnakasinding kandila, tapos nagliyab 'yung kurtinaat mabilis na kumalatang apoy...."&lt;br /&gt;"Ano? Puuut.... E, may kuryente naman diyan sabahay-bakasyunan, a.Para saan 'yung kandila?"&lt;br /&gt;"Para sa burol po."&lt;br /&gt;"Ano? Kaninong burol?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sa nanay n'yo po, Sir. Bigla kasi siya dumatingdito nu'ng isanggabi, walang kaabi-abiso. Lampas hatinggabi na.Akala ko po magnanakaw.Binaril ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un lng nman.ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-113490327213945488?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/113490327213945488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=113490327213945488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113490327213945488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113490327213945488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/12/sige_18.html' title='sige'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-113473068926874987</id><published>2005-12-16T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T02:58:09.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool off</title><content type='html'>i stared at the book in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;"i need color now, don't you see?"&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed my crayons, many they are&lt;br /&gt;and looked at the fish under the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow stripes i give to you&lt;br /&gt;i also add to your body blue&lt;br /&gt;and green circles i drew and drew&lt;br /&gt;until you became something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smile i now see from your lips so pink&lt;br /&gt;"and now you paint the other."&lt;br /&gt;i looked at another fish and began to think.&lt;br /&gt;red and orange will be your color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a terrible storm swept straight to me.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do anything now.&lt;br /&gt;i watched as things fall one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;i didn't help somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone was walking away today&lt;br /&gt;a wound in his back i noticed&lt;br /&gt;it was because of me, i say.&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't hurt him too bad, i wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do anything now.&lt;br /&gt;someone was hurt i could tell.&lt;br /&gt;and now the storm died down.&lt;br /&gt;everything now's far from well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared at the book in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;"i need color now, don't you see?"&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed my crayons, many they are&lt;br /&gt;and looked at the fish under the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i colored one, but the other not.&lt;br /&gt;for the storm made me forget.&lt;br /&gt;that person whom it seemed i shot.&lt;br /&gt;took my focus from this pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared and sighed at the other fish&lt;br /&gt;you should've been orange and red.&lt;br /&gt;if only i had joy to color again.&lt;br /&gt;you would've been pretty contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry the feeling just went out.&lt;br /&gt;i have to leave you plain.&lt;br /&gt;just wait till i get my smile once more.&lt;br /&gt;just wait till i get rid of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared at the book in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;"i need color now, don't you see?"&lt;br /&gt;orange and red someday you'll be.&lt;br /&gt;i'll come back, i promise thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-113473068926874987?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/113473068926874987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=113473068926874987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113473068926874987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113473068926874987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/12/cool-off.html' title='cool off'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-113473054854196268</id><published>2005-12-16T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T03:04:30.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gitara</title><content type='html'>run away. as fast as you can.&lt;br /&gt;for i am the monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing but destroy.&lt;br /&gt;all your hopes, dreams, and joys.&lt;br /&gt;i will leave you crying.&lt;br /&gt;i will leave you with regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing but kill.&lt;br /&gt;all your smiles and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;you will not see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;nor will you see those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing but give pain.&lt;br /&gt;to your body, mind, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;the peace and warmth that you feel.&lt;br /&gt;will all be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing but make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;all the happiness you will forget.&lt;br /&gt;all the fears you will remember.&lt;br /&gt;all your tears they will flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;you cannot expect things from me.&lt;br /&gt;search and you will not find.&lt;br /&gt;hope and you will doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run away. as fast as you can.&lt;br /&gt;for i am the monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-113473054854196268?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/113473054854196268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=113473054854196268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113473054854196268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113473054854196268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/12/gitara.html' title='gitara'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-113170513108254227</id><published>2005-11-11T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:32:11.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>save the best for last</title><content type='html'>parang ang gaan sa pakiramdam&lt;br /&gt;na kahit na nawala na ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;alam mong may natitira parin sa likod&lt;br /&gt;ng napakagulong tanawin at kalat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang ang sarap na malaman mong&lt;br /&gt;kahit na pinagtatapaktapakan ka na&lt;br /&gt;alam mong babangon ka parin&lt;br /&gt;ngingiti at muling titingala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap huminga nang napakalalim&lt;br /&gt;sa tuwing uuwi ka galing sa pagod&lt;br /&gt;at alam mong may pahingang naghihintay&lt;br /&gt;kahit na parang walang pinatunguhan ang kayod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap lang na ngumiti at alalahanin&lt;br /&gt;ang mga pinagdaanan ninyo magkakasama&lt;br /&gt;mas mahalaga sa natamasang gantimpala&lt;br /&gt;ang mga tawanan at pakikiisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap isipin na nangyari sila&lt;br /&gt;ang mga bagay na hindi mo maisip isip&lt;br /&gt;mga taong hindi mo mapagsamasama&lt;br /&gt;makikita mo nalang na tumatawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang ang gaan sa pakiramdam&lt;br /&gt;na kahit na nawala na ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;alam mong may natitira parin sa likod&lt;br /&gt;ng napakagulong tanawin at kalat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-113170513108254227?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/113170513108254227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=113170513108254227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113170513108254227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/113170513108254227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/11/save-best-for-last.html' title='save the best for last'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-112989418432734166</id><published>2005-10-21T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T04:31:12.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would cover her face and wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;she would laugh out loud or maybe keep silent&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would keep it in her heart&lt;br /&gt;though so heavy she won’t let it show&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would eat her sorrows away&lt;br /&gt;she would stuff herself with endless junk&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would talk to people all day&lt;br /&gt;till she forgets the pain and all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would gaze at the stars all night&lt;br /&gt;and wish she was there so light and free&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would sing with all her heart&lt;br /&gt;and remember all the sad sad songs&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would crumple, throw, or hit&lt;br /&gt;until she lets all the negativities out&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would sleep and wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;she would think of the next day to come&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would hug a pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;she would wish that all did not happen&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would seek refuge somewhere&lt;br /&gt;somewhere safe and light and gay&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cant cry what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;she would write and spill and write&lt;br /&gt;she would post it on the internet&lt;br /&gt;if i cant cry i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*ouch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-112989418432734166?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-112842425298625776</id><published>2005-10-04T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T04:10:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all hail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*** all hail to our beloved Assumption! all hail the glad echoes ring&lt;br /&gt;            to your our love and true devotion with grateful hearts we gladly bring... ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was i when i left that memorable place?&lt;br /&gt;who was i when i came back and visited it?&lt;br /&gt;what was it like after two long years of being back?&lt;br /&gt;who were they who stayed and still there lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who i am today, nine years they have molded&lt;br /&gt;who i am not today, nine years they have not let me be&lt;br /&gt;were they nice? were they caring? did they love me?&lt;br /&gt;were they there? was i alone? was i happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was, i thought i was happy&lt;br /&gt;for in the nine pictures i saw i was smiling&lt;br /&gt;when i looked back, the pain they did to me&lt;br /&gt;i was happy, yet inside, i was crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trapped, i was suffocated, i was struggling&lt;br /&gt;yet i passed, i excelled, i did what they wanted&lt;br /&gt;i succeeded, i felt proud, i showed them&lt;br /&gt;despite the blows, despite the blames, despite the taunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't strong, i wasn't firm, i was pretending&lt;br /&gt;i was hiding, i was hurting, but i tried to love&lt;br /&gt;i struggled with all my strength to get out of my bounds&lt;br /&gt;yet they pushed me, yet they left me, yet they forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was done, i was leaving, i felt relieved&lt;br /&gt;yet i felt down, i felt helpless, i was missing them&lt;br /&gt;they have formed me amidst all their chains&lt;br /&gt;that have held me, that have kept me from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i today? is this because of them?&lt;br /&gt;or is this the fighting me who've always wanted to be free?&lt;br /&gt;i looked back, i cannot tell, i am by far disgusted&lt;br /&gt;by the past, by those years, by the nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am proud from where i came from, it is not them to blame&lt;br /&gt;but the weakling who forgot to fight hard for me&lt;br /&gt;i loved my sanctuary who molded the woman i am now&lt;br /&gt;today i understand, today i open my eyes, today i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have loved and i terribly miss the once found peace&lt;br /&gt;that i do not feel right now in the chaotic world i am in&lt;br /&gt;though they tortured, though they hurt, they have once loved me&lt;br /&gt;with the love they only can give and nowhere can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*** may your spirit be engraven, on our hearts till we reach heaven&lt;br /&gt;            and may love for you e'er go with that of our God and native land. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-112842425298625776?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/112842425298625776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=112842425298625776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112842425298625776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112842425298625776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-hail.html' title='all hail'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-112821531697072161</id><published>2005-10-01T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T18:08:36.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa kalawakang walang hanggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa likod ng iyong apoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;malayo sa mundong aking tinatayuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;malayo sa mga bagay na nanggugulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;malayo sa pagbabaliwala at pag-aaksaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;malayo sa mga nananakit ng puso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kahit saan ka magpunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kahit sa bagong mundong magmamasdan sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;basta't malayo sa paninira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;at bilisan mo ang pagsundo sa kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;gusto ko nang umalis at kumalimot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sakit ay ayoko nang kimkimin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa tuwing maririnig mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang tinig kong tumatawag sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang tinig na humihingi ng tulong mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kapag naririnig mo na akong umiiyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa dahilang kanilang inapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;mga luhang walang tigil ang patak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kapag pag-ibig ay wala na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa mundong punung- puno ng gulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa mundong puro problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa panibagong mundo mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;na iyong nakita sa paglalakbay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kung saan maaaring iwan ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang mga tao rito'y napakagulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;walang pakialam at manhid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sila pa nga ba ay tao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dalhin mo ko bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;at kung ayaw mo ay huwag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hahanap nalang ako ng iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;na dadaan sa mundong aking ginagalawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-112821531697072161?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/112821531697072161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=112821531697072161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112821531697072161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112821531697072161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/10/away.html' title='away'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-112446121032745440</id><published>2005-08-19T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:31:04.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will i ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight i feel you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;although i know to reach you is easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight i feel you'll never be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;although you told me you'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight i feel i lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;although i know you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight i feel betrayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;although the trust is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight maybe it's just the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i feel you gone without a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight maybe for just this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm feeling you won't come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and maybe when the sun comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'll be happier than tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;all worries and doubts and fears and frights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;would vanish as how night did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think it's this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;that i'm missing you all the more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and because i do i think of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think you're gone for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;im sad tonight can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's the lack of your presence that's killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'll never know how i could cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;whenever you're gone i'm empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight i need your hand to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;although i cannot reach anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight i need your voice to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think it's going somewhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and maybe when the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;i'll be happier than tonight&lt;br /&gt;all worries and doubts and fears and frights&lt;br /&gt;would vanish as how did night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tonight i feel you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;although i know to reach you is easy&lt;br /&gt;tonight i feel you'll never be there&lt;br /&gt;although you told me you'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-112446121032745440?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/112446121032745440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=112446121032745440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112446121032745440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112446121032745440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/08/will-i-ever.html' title='will i ever'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-112305002398647003</id><published>2005-08-02T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:20:23.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gemini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;come a little closer&lt;br /&gt;flicker in flight&lt;br /&gt;we'll have about an inch's space&lt;br /&gt;but i'm here i can breathe in&lt;br /&gt;what you breathe out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;let me know if i'm doing this right&lt;br /&gt;let me know if my grip's too tight&lt;br /&gt;let me know if i can stay all of my life&lt;br /&gt;let me know if dreams can come true&lt;br /&gt;let me know if this one's your's too&lt;br /&gt;coz' i see it&lt;br /&gt;and i feel it right here&lt;br /&gt;and i feel you right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the vacuous night&lt;br /&gt;steps aside to give meaning&lt;br /&gt;to gemini's dreaming&lt;br /&gt;the moon on its back&lt;br /&gt;and the seemingly&lt;br /&gt;veiled room's lit&lt;br /&gt;by the same star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-112305002398647003?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/112305002398647003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=112305002398647003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112305002398647003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112305002398647003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/08/gemini.html' title='gemini'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-112228989526472729</id><published>2005-07-25T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T04:16:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>behind these hazel eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;people around me are cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;im confused and all in despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;life has already got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;how i long to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the tears are filling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;monsters are crowding my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want to scream with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is where i could all over start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i long for peace of mind and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and that people treat me fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;not different when theyre around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and another when im not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take me home i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;truly go back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and sleep all i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so i wont know that im alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-112228989526472729?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/112228989526472729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=112228989526472729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112228989526472729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112228989526472729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/07/behind-these-hazel-eyes.html' title='behind these hazel eyes'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-112158275995399792</id><published>2005-07-16T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:45:59.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;may mga taong pinanganak na bulag&lt;br /&gt;namatay ng bulag at ni minsan&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi nakita ang kulay ng buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mg taong pinanganak na bingi&lt;br /&gt;namatay ng bingi at ni minsan&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi nakarinig ng himig ng damdamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga taong pinanganak na pipi&lt;br /&gt;namatay ng pipi at ni minsan&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi nasai ang mga katang “mahal kita”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga taong pinanganak ng pilay&lt;br /&gt;namatay ng pilay at ni minsan&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi nakadama ng saya sa pagtakbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga taong walang kamay&lt;br /&gt;namatay ng walang kamay at ni minsan&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi naipahayag ang&lt;br /&gt;saloobin sa pagguhit o pagsulat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga pinapanganak na may sakit&lt;br /&gt;may taning na ang buhay at ni minsan&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi maisip ang sarili nilang tumandang masaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga taong wala ang meron ka&lt;br /&gt;mamamatay ng wala pa rin noon at ni minsan&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi umaangal o nagbintang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wag mo nang isipin ang mga wala ka&lt;br /&gt;ito ay pag-insulto sa Kanya sa kabila&lt;br /&gt;ng pagmamahal Niya sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;wag mo nang isipin ang wala ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tignan mo ang mga mata ko&lt;br /&gt;may nakikita ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;wala kundi itim at gaya rin naman&lt;br /&gt;ng patutunguhan ng pusong makasarili.&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/10167491-112158275995399792?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/112158275995399792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=112158275995399792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112158275995399792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/112158275995399792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/07/bakit.html' title='bakit'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111968247454165872</id><published>2005-06-25T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:57:25.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for you i will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/774/1600/Image0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/774/200/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;fourever =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111968247454165872?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111968247454165872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111968247454165872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111968247454165872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111968247454165872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-you-i-will.html' title='for you i will'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111968124162014632</id><published>2005-06-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:36:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken sonnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nabilaukan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;sa sarap ng lahat ng kinain mo&lt;br /&gt;mawawala ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;dahil sa pagkaing hindi mo&lt;br /&gt;nailunok nang mabuti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabilaukan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;at hindi mo na natuloy ang&lt;br /&gt;mga nais mong sabihin&lt;br /&gt;na matagal tagal nang&lt;br /&gt;bumabagabag sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabilaukan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;na kahit anong tulong&lt;br /&gt;na gawin ng iba ay parang&lt;br /&gt;ayaw parin mailabas ang&lt;br /&gt;pagkaing bumara sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabilaukan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;na kahit pa gaano karami&lt;br /&gt;ang panulak mo&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi parin matanggal ang&lt;br /&gt;tila pako sa iyong dibdib?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabilaukan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;at mangiyak ngiyak sa sakit&lt;br /&gt;na idinulot nito.&lt;br /&gt;kahit na pagkatapos&lt;br /&gt;ay uubusin mo parin ang pagkaing masarap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabilaukan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;at nainis sa sarili dahil&lt;br /&gt;sa katakawang pag-iisip&lt;br /&gt;na ngayon ay hindi mo&lt;br /&gt;na maibabawi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka na ba makahinga?&lt;br /&gt;kung gayon at mabuti nang&lt;br /&gt;tayo'y pareho ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;noong ako'y nabilaukan,&lt;br /&gt;hindi na nawala. hindi na naitama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie down right next to me&lt;br /&gt;and i will never let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111968124162014632?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111968124162014632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111968124162014632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111968124162014632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111968124162014632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/06/broken-sonnet.html' title='broken sonnet'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111848059379656373</id><published>2005-06-11T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T02:03:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nasan ka na</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;umagang-umaga ay gigising ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nang pagkaaga aga dahil may pasok na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ilang kaalaman at kaibigan ang nabago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ngunit kahit ano man ay wala na ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;magbago man sa harap ko ang kahit sino at ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;isa pa rin ang tinatakbuhan ko, aming bahay, pag-uwi ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;doon ay ligtas ako, kung anu-anong kwento ko sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;walang inaalala, sa kanya ang buong tiwala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;mahal ko ang bahay na aking inuuwian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dito ang lahat ng problema ay napagbubuhusan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wala na akong maiaangal sa kalinga nio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wala na rin akong iniisip kundi ang pag-uwi ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dumating ang bagyo at sa lakas ng isang kidlat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;bahay ko ay nasira, laki ng aking gulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nabasag ang mga bintanang minsang nagtakip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ng aking mga mata kapag mga luha ay kimkim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nasunog mga dingding na palaging naghaligi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ng aking mga pangarap, nais, at panaginip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;naghati ang pintuang sa akin ay nagbubukas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa tuwing ang nakakapagod na araw ay nagwawakas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang higaang iniiyakan, mga halamang inalagaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nilamon ng sunog na mabangis sa isang iglap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tinagong mga alaala at minahal na mga bagay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang hangin ng ulan ay mabilis na tinangay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ganon ganon lang nawala ang tanging yaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wala man lamang nagawa. di man lamang napigilan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hindi madaling uwian muli ang tahanang nawala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;lalo na ang maghanap ng tahanang kapareha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111848059379656373?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111848059379656373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111848059379656373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111848059379656373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111848059379656373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/06/nasan-ka-na.html' title='nasan ka na'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111761604834276469</id><published>2005-06-01T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:54:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let me go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;there was a girl who wanted the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;still, she knew she wasn't ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's beauty and promises dazzled her more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;she wanted it more so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;one day the world came up to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the world said that he'll promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;to make her happy with all he has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and love her just like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;at first this girl was very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;there was nothing she wanted more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;she felt secured with wordly lures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;with her world she closed the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;she woke up one morning and realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what a sh*t she has become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the world confused her all the more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;all she did was just dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this girl could not turn back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;there is much she got herself into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;she couldn't cry, or scream, or shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;there was nothing she could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;inside her heart she realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what a fool she just had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;to have loved the world when she wasn't ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and was blind to have pushed herself in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the world can wait she then saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is i, i should construct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;a fragile being who can be lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the world isn't all luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111761604834276469?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111761604834276469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111761604834276469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111761604834276469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111761604834276469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/06/let-me-go.html' title='let me go'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111631446840356238</id><published>2005-05-16T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:21:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>akap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last night i found the prettiest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;as i walked on the grass of our garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i didn't expect to see such a creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;when all i really wanted was to look at the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;that night i knew i was going to sleep happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;for there was this joy that i felt all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what i didn't know was that there was more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;a surprise was coming to end my night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sleep was yet so far. and i roll endlessly in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so i got up and out i walked on the grass of the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what took me by surprise was this beep i heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i looked under a rock and this funny thing glowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;looking closely at this glowing thing it interested me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this pretty thing that glowed started talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;to my surprise i got up and made a noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i bet that chain that i accidentally dropped woke them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;no big. i didn't care. it talked to me and i smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i didn't expect to hear from it since i didn't believe it as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was a conversation that lasted for twenty minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you would be surprised that i timed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i had fun. it talked to me. i laughed and laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and still along the conversation it told me many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i smiled at what it said. that pretty thing was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;that pretty thing was inspiring too. it kept me smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i knew it cost that pretty thing to talk to me that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;for pretty things to show up to people was not easy you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;they were fairy tales that we didn't believe as humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i believe in that pretty thing. i miss it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i wish i could see that pretty thing soon. i wish to talk to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and have more laughs and smiles and giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i miss it so much. and if i could see it one more time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i would hug it tight and never let it go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111631446840356238?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111631446840356238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111631446840356238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111631446840356238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111631446840356238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/05/akap.html' title='akap'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111614646189944753</id><published>2005-05-15T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:41:01.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;walking along some dirt road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;a piece of paper you suddenly see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i know she's watching from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this beautiful woman i most love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all my life i held her near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;until that very day i feared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was a monday at twelve midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she had this pain she sweared to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i watched her cry. she held my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"dont leave my side." she said so bland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;her hard gasps and breaths soon ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she then was calm and smiled and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"do you remember highschool days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and how i used to hate your gaze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how i'd laugh and pull your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but when left alone, i'd wished you're there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i just tried to let out a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but then those moments were just so tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"do you remember our endless dates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how you'd want a kiss, but i'll just say wait?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i said, "yes. and then you'd always say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love you so much. i enjoyed today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was not ready to let her go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;though we knew this for three years or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she was my life. the air i breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she loved me beyond my insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;her hand ive always wanted to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she's in my arms when nights are cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she made me see how it means to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's living for others. and to others we give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she continued to tell about our time in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how she wanted to grow together and reach old age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she told me how she wanted many kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and watch them grow and teach them how to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;her endless thoughts has made me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i wanted her to stay more for this last while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but she didn't. and the words i last heard her say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i love you so much. i enjoyed today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she closed her eyes and fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i held her tight. i didn't want to weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i tucked her in and smiled and thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"im now giving you away to the man we call God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i know she's watching from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this beautiful woman i most love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all my life, i'll live for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and wait until finally we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111614646189944753?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111520325424088516</id><published>2005-05-04T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:53:37.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mary had a little lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it inspires me to listen to your voice&lt;br /&gt;as you read to my little sister&lt;br /&gt;i admit that i cannot do&lt;br /&gt;for patience for her is far from my reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but listening to you as you teach her&lt;br /&gt;as i write this thought for you&lt;br /&gt;as i listen at the back as you guide her&lt;br /&gt;i felt happy and proud to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it inspires me to listen to your voice&lt;br /&gt;although nagging is part of your job&lt;br /&gt;we can still sit down beside you&lt;br /&gt;and you guide us as we start to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it inspires me to listen to your voice&lt;br /&gt;when all i thought you have left&lt;br /&gt;this job to us because we have grown&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is we're still learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it inspires me to listen to your voice&lt;br /&gt;although i laugh when you're off key&lt;br /&gt;i know that whatever happen you'll always&lt;br /&gt;let us grow up being the best we can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it inspires me to listen to your voice&lt;br /&gt;when i have doubted that there is no hope&lt;br /&gt;you pave the way for growth and improvement&lt;br /&gt;shutting down my arguments and insecurities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it inspires me to listen to your voice&lt;br /&gt;when i believe in myself to much&lt;br /&gt;i realized there's much to learn&lt;br /&gt;to end up growing up just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it inspires me to listen to your voice&lt;br /&gt;in the endless phone calls you receive&lt;br /&gt;they trouble you or please you&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless it is still your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is not much i will say&lt;br /&gt;no words that will bring down tears&lt;br /&gt;except that it inspires me to hear you&lt;br /&gt;and i would wish to grow by you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111520325424088516?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111520325424088516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111520325424088516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111520325424088516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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see your angry eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you didn't know what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and there i was to explain it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;before i could even utter a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or hold your hand or blink an eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;before i could say "i love you so much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i saw your arm and it pushed me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i remembered you use your left extended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as your fingers were wrapped around my neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;with not much effort you let me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i hate you. it's over" you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as i fell down those fourteen steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and wasn't surprise to see your angry eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you didn't know what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and there i was to explain it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;before i could even utter a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or hold your hand or blink an eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;before i could say "i love you so much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i saw your arm and it pushed me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i remembered you use your left extended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as your fingers were wrapped around my neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;with not much effort you let me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i hate you. it's over" you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as i fell down those fourteen steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as i felt each bone break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i didn't close my eyes. i stared at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i haven't explained at all". i kept thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;on the foot of the stairs my neck was bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i knocked down a vase and it cut so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my feet was over my head. i was disarranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i stared at you still as you rushed for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i knew i was still staring as you carried me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but no pictures i can remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maybe i lost myself back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but only kept my eyes wide open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dreamt through it all along the process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;your voice just ran through my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i love you so much. im sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;those last words i heard you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i guess you've finally known the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i wished you could've just listened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was nobody's fault you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was a case of misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but you didn't hear me instead let out anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i felt so stranded that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i still love you." i thought. as i lie on my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but ill love you no more. coz u wanted me dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was hard for me to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have known and loved you for seven years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i moved on. i didn't dream to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;if loving someone would only mean the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111477459679119598?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111477459679119598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111477459679119598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111477459679119598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111477459679119598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/04/stranded.html' title='stranded'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111459847136695437</id><published>2005-04-27T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:18:49.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she will be loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i tried to sleep but i just can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the day ended with goals unfulfilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i wasn't able to do those i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i didn't even know where to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's a lump that burdened me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as i lie on my bed. eyes opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i wondered why i even thought of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thoughts that to all have been spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i tried all day to change this thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thing this where my mind is sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but because of a lack of learning still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i am back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i wasted so much precious time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thinking i want to be like them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;forgetting this promise to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i am contented with this one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i did not wish to tell the world of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was the sanctuary of heart and mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it doesn't matter if they're far ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or think that im far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i would lose its importance and meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;if vanity and jealousy reigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;remember simplicity and humility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the place where true beauty is contained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she will be loved still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111459847136695437?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111442555928750015</id><published>2005-04-25T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:19:56.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ill be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hindi ba kayo mamamangha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kung sasabihin kong andito parin siya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang dakilang butiking patuloy ang yakap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa bintanang mas mataba pa sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hindi ba kayo mamamangha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ilang araw nang andito ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;itong munting kadiring butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;na hindi ko alam baka patay na pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tinapik ko ang bintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;at hulaan nio ang nangyari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gumapang xa pataas palayo sa akng tingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wala na ang butiki... kaawa awa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sandali lang. baka hindi pah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unti unti xang bumabalik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;itong munting kadiring butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;na may matang itim na itim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mrami na kong karanasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kasama ang munting butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ewan ko kung bakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ako parin ay diring diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nung bata ako itlog lang yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa bintana ng aking munting kwarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hnggang lumabas ay aking pinanood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang butiking nakipagsapalaran sa mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tumatabi pa sakin to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tuwing ako'y tumutugtog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kumakanta o kaya'y tumatalon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pag-ako'y masaya. pag-ako'y malungkot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kahit sa pagtulog andito si butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa kisame ng kwarto ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa dingding ng kama ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kht sa banyo pag ako'y naliligo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kakain ako sa paggising anjan si butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sinisiguradong ulam ko ay masarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagumiiyak ako.. anjan parin si butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tinatahan ako nang ngumiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagnasa daan ako. mamimiss ako ni butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagdating ko sa kabilang lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;andun ang mga kapamilya niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;inutusan niang bantayan ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kht anong iwas ko o diri o takot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anjan parin si butiki sa aking tabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pinanonood at knakamusta c dane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaibigang anjan parati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;turo ng aking butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maging isang tunay na kaibigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hindi ka iiwan saan pa man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kht ayaw mo na nang tuluyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;turo ng aking butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maging laging anjan para sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wag daw kita iiwanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaht daan daan pa problema mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;turo ng aking butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;magpasaya ng kaibigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagtinitira ka na ng mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mong "napakagaan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;turo yang ng aking butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;naiintindihan mo ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaya hindi kita titigilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;saan pa man gaano man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hnggang hindi ko nakikita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ika'y muling nakangiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ika'y muling tumatawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ika'y muling masaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111442555928750015?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111442555928750015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111442555928750015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111442555928750015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111442555928750015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/04/ill-be.html' title='ill be'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111417044784390844</id><published>2005-04-22T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:21:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pen pen de sara pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pen pen de sara pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;de kuchilyo de almasen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haw haw de carabao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;batuten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alam nio ba ang ibig sabhin ng tulang ito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alam nio rin kaya ang lingguahe nia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kung alam nio eh paki sabi nman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;para hindi ako maniwala sa naimbento kong ibig sabhin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;isa xang tulang ginawa ng bata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o kaya naman ay galing probinsya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa mga salita ng tulong ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ay makukuha ko ang ibig sabhin niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mei isang batang tinatawag ang kaibigan niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"pen pen..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;at di raw sarado ang pen kng san nakakulong ang kalabaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"de sara pen.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hindi nasara ni pen ang pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;abala kasing naghihiwa ng almasen (?)&lt;br /&gt;"de kuchilyo de almasen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaya nagtataka ang kaibigan niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kung bakit nakawala ang kalabaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"haw haw de carabao"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;isang kalabaw na di napaliguan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mabantot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"batuten."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o xa.. kung naisip nio ang ibig sabihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;paki sabi sakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kung naisip nio ang dilang nagamit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;paki sabi sakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nababaliw ako kaiisp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ka iisip narin kung bakit mei butiki dito sa bintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakayakap sa bintanang mas mataba pa sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kawawang butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nanaginip ako dati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;takot kasi ako sa butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hinahabol niya ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;takot na takot ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ewan ko.. di naman niya ko makakain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o makakagat o dadakmain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pero takot ako sa butiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ikaw ba? hindi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakakaawa naman ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;walang masulat na matino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;buti na toh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaysa naman malungkot at bigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;un lang naman kaya ako nagsusulat eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;galit inapi nang-api at inaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kaya etoh busog at bangag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;butiki nalang ang pinatripan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pasenxa ka na ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kng walang mabasang matino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;halika paiyakin mo ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;para mkabasa ka ng isang mahabang nobela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ayaw mo? buti naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yoko rin eh.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;xa nga pala, kng cno ka mang ngbabasa nito ngaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;miss na kta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pen pen de sara pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;de kuchilyo de almasen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haw haw de carabao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;batuten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111417044784390844?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111417044784390844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111417044784390844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111417044784390844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111417044784390844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/04/pen-pen-de-sara-pen.html' title='pen pen de sara pen'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111374097324469794</id><published>2005-04-17T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:22:01.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;a day you thought would turn out good.&lt;br /&gt;filled with memories and happy times&lt;br /&gt;i felt so good with what i have done&lt;br /&gt;sacrificing everything just for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw u standing across me.&lt;br /&gt;you try to tell me something bad.&lt;br /&gt;in such a way you won't shame me.&lt;br /&gt;in front of the only friends i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how u say it&lt;br /&gt;your words will just bear through&lt;br /&gt;i hated you for what you have done&lt;br /&gt;i hated you for just that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to tell myself that day&lt;br /&gt;i should understand the way you are&lt;br /&gt;we don't live in the same worlds you know&lt;br /&gt;our lives are obviously very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so with much reflection&lt;br /&gt;i learned to understand&lt;br /&gt;some people who just can't seem to&lt;br /&gt;see me the way i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that is enough today&lt;br /&gt;turned out there is much to see&lt;br /&gt;there u were once again&lt;br /&gt;blaming and judging me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was sorry&lt;br /&gt;i thought i told you that&lt;br /&gt;my apologies you didn't hear&lt;br /&gt;you tell the world i'm bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am left with the heaviest heart&lt;br /&gt;feeling i can never stand up&lt;br /&gt;with all the stupid things i have done&lt;br /&gt;i felt they would never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another friend i came to encounter&lt;br /&gt;a friend a grew up with&lt;br /&gt;who saved me from my bad times&lt;br /&gt;i told her all im burdened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i thought at least there is&lt;br /&gt;someone who's there to listen&lt;br /&gt;to me despite my imperfections&lt;br /&gt;my heart soon has lightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet with how the day went&lt;br /&gt;a person passes by&lt;br /&gt;without reminder i was not prepared&lt;br /&gt;that she would ruin mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that person who came by surprise&lt;br /&gt;ironicly was a family&lt;br /&gt;and took the only listener&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moods start to change and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I feel the ties had been broken&lt;br /&gt;i got so confused why did it happen&lt;br /&gt;events that drop so sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think “was i just used?”&lt;br /&gt;to have someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;when deep inside their i-don't-know hearts&lt;br /&gt;i was somebody to lose&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t complain&lt;br /&gt;Do I even have the right?&lt;br /&gt;When maybe all the problems&lt;br /&gt;Is in me all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to think and ponder on it&lt;br /&gt;I would believe that it is me who has the problem&lt;br /&gt;But, no more, I’m so tired of thinking&lt;br /&gt;That it is I, and not at all them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But stop the biasing maybe its really me&lt;br /&gt;For years I have been like this&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried to fight myself everytime&lt;br /&gt;From the evil me Ive known since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also this line that kept bugging me&lt;br /&gt;“at least xa naiintindihan ako”&lt;br /&gt;it was her joke but what the heck&lt;br /&gt;ako ba naiintindihan mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how it becomes different&lt;br /&gt;from person you thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;when faced in a new situation&lt;br /&gt;they leave you and don’t know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I kept silent all throughout&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they talk about me&lt;br /&gt;But im so hard of thinking of that&lt;br /&gt;If they don’t or really like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to hold on to the very person&lt;br /&gt;yet that one is oh so far&lt;br /&gt;at least I know someone’s remaining&lt;br /&gt;someone’s remaining in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write a ton of how the world destroyed me&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep frustrations held&lt;br /&gt;And tears that seemed to be falling&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they thought of you as dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so stupid all this day&lt;br /&gt;And thought if this is me&lt;br /&gt;I would often ponder who am i?&lt;br /&gt;And who am I supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be doing the things I do&lt;br /&gt;Do they show the me inside&lt;br /&gt;Or these are the bad things I should change&lt;br /&gt;So much nobody stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As homily ticks no words I swallow&lt;br /&gt;I think about this day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s sleep that I lacked&lt;br /&gt;3 hours’ never enough anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never felt so confused&lt;br /&gt;and pressured so much to change&lt;br /&gt;to change me in such a way&lt;br /&gt;they would accept my stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still confused I came across kids&lt;br /&gt;who played and kissed me all night&lt;br /&gt;I realized that, yes, there is nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Being me is just alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in being one’s self one has to see&lt;br /&gt;The limitations of free will&lt;br /&gt;Control your blurts and temper&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and words could kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand the different people&lt;br /&gt;Not all of you are the same&lt;br /&gt;Fill your mind with good thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And pray that the tongue be tame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111374097324469794?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111374097324469794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111374097324469794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111374097324469794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111374097324469794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/04/remix.html' title='remix'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111356020824326908</id><published>2005-04-15T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:22:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ejkdbbvvmdldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;can u read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dkjf;popodcoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;do u understand what it says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as;lkdjfelnmnpvoiweiujckhwse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;is it clearer now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coekemnf;a;ldkfkdnw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how about this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why can't u understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or maybe im not really making myself clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;can u tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or maybe i myself is not clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i can't really understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how life ticks at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;can u reach inside my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maybe there you can find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what i am really trying to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i cant really understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why my mind seems to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;puzzled when there aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;much to think about these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i start to doubt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;even me i cant trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why all of a sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my thoughts start to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a firm belief is nowhere near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;conviction is out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and because of what happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;here you are feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;because of what i have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;because of what i have said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i never meant to do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it just came out in a sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or did it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im afraid of what i will be doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;in days that are yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;are you next to those whom i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hurt and put down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;is that what i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or what i think i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when it was supposed to help you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as i have believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but they don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;none of them think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i am bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yes that's what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and what i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no, i don't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i know what i believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;is this what i really know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how do you believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when you don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;are you getting all of these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or maybe im just really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what i judge to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;blurry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fjeo3wormnclc;wapdkrnenwklwpwf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111356020824326908?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111356020824326908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111356020824326908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111356020824326908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111356020824326908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/04/blurry.html' title='blurry'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111329122986245208</id><published>2005-04-12T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:23:44.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>neon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coz i know i can never be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to replace your whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"sleepless nights and afternoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;drown me all throughout the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i cant be assured despite your endless promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wondering where u are right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i toss myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;on this bed that never seemed familiar to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cheat has made this mark so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've learned not to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;not even the people i knew since i was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i learned not to turn to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you only messed me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;did you know how much i wanted you to go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;those were just dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i will never want to be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but they haunt me every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i can never be calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;knowing these dreams will visit me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i can never be calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i never knew the meaning of these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i never would want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maybe they were just thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want them to go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i do not think of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then who does put them in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it never gave me peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haunts me like a movie that kept on playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;enclosed in this straight jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it never gave me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this song that imprisoned me for a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my mind was never free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this song that killed me within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;darkened my vision forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and yet no matter how i run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i seem to go back and listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that killed me within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that never gave me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yet beheld the happiness i wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i know i can never be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;there's no one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;there's no one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;there's no one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111329122986245208?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111329122986245208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111329122986245208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111329122986245208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111329122986245208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/04/neon.html' title='neon'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-111319565016963054</id><published>2005-04-10T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:24:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am to worship- SOLO DIOS BASTA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;here i am to worship&lt;br /&gt;here i am to bow down&lt;br /&gt;here i am to say that Your my GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely&lt;br /&gt;altogether worthy&lt;br /&gt;altogether wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never know&lt;br /&gt;how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;to see my sin&lt;br /&gt;upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[iLc hangover]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear Your voice oh God&lt;br /&gt;i feel Your presence&lt;br /&gt;i have grown in love with You&lt;br /&gt;what i only want is You Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is enough for me&lt;br /&gt;nothing else will ever be&lt;br /&gt;and i am satisfied&lt;br /&gt;for i have found my peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[iLc hangover]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;soLo diOs basTa... God is enough!!&lt;br /&gt;100% pure!!!ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-111319565016963054?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/111319565016963054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=111319565016963054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111319565016963054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/111319565016963054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-i-am-to-worship-solo-dios-basta.html' title='here i am to worship- SOLO DIOS BASTA!!!'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-110674319771959659</id><published>2005-01-26T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:25:08.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the ground shakes under your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you try to hold on to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;something you hope would save you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too bad. none's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when finally you catch hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;of that final hope in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it sinks with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as the ground eats you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you feel the pain all over your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as you endlessly fall down a thousand flight of stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the steps crashing in on every part of your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you know that afterwards you can no longer move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;finally, it stops. you drop to the bottom of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a useless vision, you cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;suddenly your heart seems to be squeezed inside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and then it is squeezed harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you try to scream for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but its done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as you run from the murderer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you stumble on the cold soil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wondering how you would ever escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this situation you got yourself into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a question if you would make it alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;begins to flood your mind. you don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;out of all confusions. with all thoughts in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unaware, the killer stabs you at the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you struggle to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as the knife pierces your stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;your eyes straight to the one who led you out of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as well as the last picture of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as it was just good before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;something suddenly goes wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and you realize, just too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everything that revolves around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all which you thought will always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;because from this day on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you'll know this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-110674319771959659?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/110674319771959659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=110674319771959659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110674319771959659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110674319771959659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/01/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-110657003371515812</id><published>2005-01-24T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:26:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;time just fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all of a sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nothing's the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you wonder where it all went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but you can't figure them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when you finally do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you find out its too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everything's change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;not all remain the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;others just become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no matter how sad they may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;they are what they ended up to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;however they are not of our approval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the changes are to be accepted bitterly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too bad. we can only cry over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it has happened. nothing can be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wishes are only wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;them coming true is out of our reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i realized it was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sadly, it won't come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;where is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;will i get them back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;being out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it makes me miss people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's the physical feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;of not having the hand to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you long one embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but it's no longer there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;those happen. when suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;things seem out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so far.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-110657003371515812?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/110657003371515812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=110657003371515812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110657003371515812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110657003371515812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/01/out-of-reach_24.html' title='out of reach'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-110631017305603728</id><published>2005-01-21T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:26:51.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;at the beginning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;confidence reigned through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;risks were taken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for belief in one's self is the strongest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;paths were treaded upon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for no one could stand in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no one complained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everyone followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;finally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was regretful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nothing can be done now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we have to pay the PRICE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for the mistakes and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ignorance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;one has committed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;by looking at one side only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;not weighing the pros and cons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everything was a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all she wanted was to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but the "it" became a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so bad that nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;can be done about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what's worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;more people are included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;innocent lives forced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to pay the same price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but what they did not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;is who the root of all evil is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no one would tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;not even me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for the fright to see faces a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;saying, "It's all because of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-110631017305603728?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/110631017305603728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=110631017305603728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110631017305603728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110631017305603728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/01/because-of-you.html' title='because of you'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-110621857407738803</id><published>2005-01-20T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:30:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ipinahihiwatig ng mata mo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nasubukan mo na bang tumitig sa mga mata ng isang tao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alam mo ba ang cnasabi ng mga ito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cguro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sa araw na ito... marahil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;asig...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gumising akuh kaninang umaga... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagtingin ko sa salamin, nakita ko ang mga mata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"inaantok ka pah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagsakay ko sa koche kanina... ktabi ko xa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mga mata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"late ka na!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagpasok ko sa ASTB Hall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ako ay binati nila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mga mata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"andito ka na pala!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;first subject. comsci nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;partner ko si lou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"tama! may space nga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;socsci na... nagrereview parin akuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pumasok na si sir martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"class, socsci na!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;techskills na, ksama ko si jecay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hindi namin gnagwa ang koche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nagbell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"gutom na ko. dun tayo sa baba!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagktapos kumain, ksama ko c ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nsa ilalim kami ng gazebo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;umulan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"mukang bangag ka!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tpus CAD nah... ktabi ko c ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang ingay namin sa loob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gumagawa ng seatwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"4 ang height niya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;akyat sa algeb room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;binigay ni mam orate ang grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"1.75 ka!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;valed nah. nood kami ng homosexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tinignan ko si mich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"ditoh o, upo ka!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko si shayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sobrang lungkot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nakita ko ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang sabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"tama nah. ayoko na!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;uwian nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pagdating sa front lob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;puro mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hindi ko alam ang sabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pero meron isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"anditoh ka lang pala!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nasubukan mo na bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tumitig sa mga mata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;msaya siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kung alam mo ang ipinahihiwatig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alam mo kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tumingin ka sa mata ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alam mo kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kung hindi. tingin ka lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tignan mo ang mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;at alamin ang sinasabi ko na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"salamat kaibigan. dahil anjan ka!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-110621857407738803?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/110621857407738803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=110621857407738803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110621857407738803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110621857407738803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/01/ipinahihiwatig-ng-mata-mo.html' title='ipinahihiwatig ng mata mo.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-110622730238440794</id><published>2005-01-20T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:33:22.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always be my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mei mga panahong wala akung gnagawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;makikinig ng tugtog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;at biglang maaadict sa isang kanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pag naadict, sabay kuha ng lyrics sa net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;etoh ang isa sa mga panahong iyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were as one, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For a moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And it seemed everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That you would always be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now you want to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I'll let you fly'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause I know in my heart, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Our love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boy, don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna cry, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I won't beg you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you're determined to leave boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will not stand in your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But inevitably, you'll be back again'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause you know in your heart, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Our love will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boy, don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know that you'll be back, boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When your days and your nights get a little bit colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know that you'll be right back, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh baby, believe meIt's only a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boy, don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-110622730238440794?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/110622730238440794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=110622730238440794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110622730238440794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110622730238440794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/01/always-be-my-baby.html' title='always be my baby'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-110605414424200364</id><published>2005-01-18T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:32:07.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>system of a down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its a system of a down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;grabeh.. hell week's not up till feb pro sobrang tumatanda na lhat ng tao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;talk about tumatanda.. stress kc.. haha... nyek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh well.. everyone's down tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the day's ruined us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hirap magwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pro etuh na xa.. ang hindi kaiwas iwas na mga nararanasan ng pisay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when the system's down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lhat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pero mei umaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;another start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pero another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to put the system down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*sad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;deh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*happy.. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-110605414424200364?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/feeds/110605414424200364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167491&amp;postID=110605414424200364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110605414424200364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167491/posts/default/110605414424200364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triptripko.blogspot.com/2005/01/system-of-down.html' title='system of a down'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635820050487534624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/blue_wave0405/63C80049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167491.post-110588207050422432</id><published>2005-01-16T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:34:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people are people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the best things in life are hard to find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maybe they were just right there... in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i didn't notice for i was too busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too busy figuring out where it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too busy complaining "what the hell?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too busy thinking of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i bet people are people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a flaw irremovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when will this stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;will this ever end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;an ending to human's selfish desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;an ending to human's unreasonable dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;an ending to human's worthless immaturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i guess,because people are people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that's why people are people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167491-110588207050422432?l=triptripko.blogspot.com' alt='' 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