<?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-508147790078262083</id><updated>2012-02-11T23:19:20.177+08:00</updated><category term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Ace Of Spade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-7771976132725499443</id><published>2010-06-20T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:59:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsible</title><content type='html'>I'd rather be called a bitch, a slut, a whore, than be called irresponsible mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't just the abuse of my trust and love that hurt me in this relationship, one of them was being stabbed at the back by the man you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with my friends, I always say good things about Ernel even though most of the time he was not. I never told anyone that he cheated on me before, the last time he cheated was the 6th time. And when I could no longer keep it to myself, I told the whole world about it. All my friends and our family were really shock about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really hurt me most was when he told his mistresses Shyne and Sheila, ans his team mates, that I was an irresponsible mother to his kids. I don't know how he told him, but what he complained to me was that I never feed Migue myself, that I always let the Yaya do it. It was silly because he was the one who gave Migue bruises, I remember when Migue was a few weeks old he threw the lampin on his face because he won't stop crying, I remember when Migue was 6 months old he slapped his leg so hard because Migue won't stop crying, and I wasn't there because I was working. He was the one who spanked Migue with a belt that gave him bruises, because Migue had a fever and won't drink his medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the irresponsible one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget, was I who cheated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-7771976132725499443?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/7771976132725499443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=7771976132725499443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/7771976132725499443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/7771976132725499443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2010/06/irresponsible.html' title='Irresponsible'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-7705423492992940926</id><published>2010-06-18T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:40:29.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakness</title><content type='html'>Ever have someone who knows your weaknesses and abuses it?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they know you can't live without them, they take advantage of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Ernel packs his things because he wanted to leave (I wonder why he have to call himself a man) he does this to test me if I would want to keep him. He had done this several times, and every time he walks out of that door, I call him back home. I cry out loud even if the neighbors hear it. I used to think that I must not care, this is the love of my life is leaving. He comes back home and I assume he thinks, "Hahah You can't make it without me, I win again and I will be keeping Sheila or Shyne still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes want to hit my head so hard on the wall for my senses to come back. No one made me cry so hard before. No one embarrassed me this much before. No one abused all the love I had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Ernel wanted to leave again and this  time I told him, "If you don't want us fixed ever, then leave. But please don't come back or show up at my mom's house. If I cry and ask you to stay, don't turn back. You must be firm. If you don't love me, and you don't want me to love you, make me feel that you don't. Stop abusing me." So he decided to stay and convinced himself never to do that again, because I'll never stop him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think that we can't make it without them, but we sure can! If you are in an abusive relationship, you might want to think if you deserve that. If you have no senses, might want to try banging that head of yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-7705423492992940926?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/7705423492992940926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=7705423492992940926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/7705423492992940926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/7705423492992940926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2010/06/weakness.html' title='Weakness'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-2305248584321029245</id><published>2010-06-07T08:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:42:24.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Vengeance</title><content type='html'>What would you do if in a daily basis, ma kita nimu ang mga kabit sa imung bana?&lt;br /&gt;(The cebuano term is best when you want to make your sentence sound mad and bad)&lt;br /&gt;I go to work each day, praying I will not see either of them. There were 2 mistress, one works at i2 building, one works at i3 building. Funny thing is, I work on both buildings. I get transferred from one office to the other. It makes me wish I get to pass the Narnia door our supervisors use when transporting from i2 to i3. They don't have to use the elevator to go down the lobby and walk to the next building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I happen to see both of them bitches the same day, I get furious. Seeing one of them makes me vicious enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do instead, I pray. God knows what I pray about. I got my fingers crossed each day hoping the good Lord above answers it. Don't worry, it's nothing bad. God doesn't answer evil prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-2305248584321029245?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/2305248584321029245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=2305248584321029245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/2305248584321029245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/2305248584321029245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-vengeance.html' title='Sweet Vengeance'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-1052964521352615438</id><published>2010-05-31T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:10:01.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I've had enough and have learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer ask for love.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask for is Time and little things such as:&lt;br /&gt;Be on time, clean the house, give me the material things I need and not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just those simple things and still you can't give them to me.&lt;br /&gt;What can you give?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-1052964521352615438?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/1052964521352615438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=1052964521352615438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/1052964521352615438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/1052964521352615438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-5228941428776376281</id><published>2010-05-10T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:01:59.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abusive Relationship</title><content type='html'>It was break time and we waited for our turn in our final mock chats. It's a practice chat for chat support representatives. Everyone was bored, most women were at my table. Some of them I like and those I didn't like transferred to my table. One of my friend named Jane asked our gay friend on what he thinks about her ex boyfriend. Jane went on with her story that I've heard days ago, and which she has been asking most of us for days. We all knew her story so Mady started her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us how abusive her first boyfriend was to her. Then Stephanie shared her story on how she lost her two front teeth from one blow of her ex-boyfriend's punch. Mady always lied to her friends and family whenever they ask about her bruise. One time she had two black eyes and she said that she fell and her sunglasses bruised her eyes. There was also one time when she was still in college. Her boyfriend opened her email and read her exs emails which was so long ago. He called Mady up, told her to go where he was. Mady was confused but went there anyway and the moment she stepped on the door steps. A strong blow of punch greeted her lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their stories were sad but they somehow manage to laugh about it since it happened long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm only proud of this abusive relationship I have with my husband, is that he never hit me or abused me physically. We've been through so much. I've been through so much pain and I even thought I got the worst, but God opened my eyes. He showed me that there are people out there who had been through so much pain than I had. My husband may be a bad liar, cheater and a womanizer but at least he cooks for me, and gives me what I want. he continually spoils me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only asked Mady, Stephanie and Jane two questions that day. "For how long were you abused?" Most of them answered more than three years. Then my second question was "Why didn't you just run away or break up with them?" Their answers were the same, "because he was my first and I was afraid that no one else would take me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years had passed and they finally broke up with their boyfriends. Now, they are free and they laugh about those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-5228941428776376281?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/5228941428776376281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=5228941428776376281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/5228941428776376281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/5228941428776376281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2010/05/abusive-realtionship.html' title='Abusive Relationship'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-1837008308068142050</id><published>2010-05-02T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:45:54.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's been YEARS since my last post. To some who have been here before; you might want to ask how's everything with my life, particularly in relationships and emotions. Well, I now have so much more to add. Life is still treating me cruelly and it's not all my fault. So many people have contributed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My husband or the main subject this blog has been bitching on, had cheated on me 6 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Two bitches to add on this story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am drowsy and will continue later on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-1837008308068142050?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/1837008308068142050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=1837008308068142050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/1837008308068142050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/1837008308068142050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-9082249422752983347</id><published>2007-02-11T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:17:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I MISS MOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/Rc7oYqa8XtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64D4xHpd7lQ/s1600-h/Take_My_Hand_2_by_Eriboss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/Rc7oYqa8XtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64D4xHpd7lQ/s320/Take_My_Hand_2_by_Eriboss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030213344221224658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the way we held our hands so tight..afraid that someday we might let it go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the way we dance even if there was no music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the way you carry me around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the times we look up in the sky and try to count the stars..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the way you hug me tight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss your scent..the one i smell when you sweat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss your sweet kisses..so sweet that i can't let your lips go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the way we fool around without fighting on the dumbest things we think of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the way you surprise me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the way you look at me even from afar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;most of all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss the way you love me..it was the only thing that kept me hangin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-9082249422752983347?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/9082249422752983347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=9082249422752983347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/9082249422752983347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/9082249422752983347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-miss-most.html' title='WHAT I MISS MOST'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/Rc7oYqa8XtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64D4xHpd7lQ/s72-c/Take_My_Hand_2_by_Eriboss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-567641462676940973</id><published>2007-02-11T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:17:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DO I OWE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/RdJPkqa8XwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j62hwF8JrgQ/s1600-h/209493223_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/RdJPkqa8XwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j62hwF8JrgQ/s320/209493223_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031171225007447810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;usa sa pina ka karaan nablognako..ayaw nalng pangotana kinsa kong buot pasabot ani.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hate to admit it..i still am paranoid, obsessed, torn &amp;amp; broken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my tormented sick and arrogant soul won't and can't let go of what it loves most..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my heart so full of mud &amp;amp; hate find it sooo damn hard to forgive what you both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;soul slayers and life crashers did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;countless precious tears fell from these beautiful eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all just because of what you think and felt was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You both wrecked my life and gave me the most painful feeling i could barely take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wish you'd go to hell for that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but then that would be unfair, coz i'll be in heaven feeling sorry for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how can she be the only subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why wouldn't you care how i feel and how i care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;every little thing and mistakes you will do will affect me. got that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even a stupid crazy person would understand that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you, the most careless and insensitive being i've ever known won't even get the hint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how dare you say that i'm insensitive? have i ever hurt anyone the way you hurt me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;did i crash somebody's life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;did i recklessly made somebody cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;did i ever played behind your back? (for crying out loud you know what i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and if i did something wrong, did i ever mean it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i thought i was too harsh then you prove that you are worst than iam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know you would hate to hear this beacuse you can't accept the fact that ~iam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;better than the both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As stupid as you are i know you wouldn't get what i mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because you refuse to understand.. because you are stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nobody blamed you for breaking her..was it not her's &amp;amp; your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wasn't it made out of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then why would you throw me that lamest reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just say it straight to my face that you still love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like i've always did, i'll take a deep breath and the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-567641462676940973?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/567641462676940973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=567641462676940973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/567641462676940973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/567641462676940973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-do-i-owe-you.html' title='WHAT DO I OWE YOU?'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/RdJPkqa8XwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j62hwF8JrgQ/s72-c/209493223_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-7678735876855437864</id><published>2007-02-11T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:41:30.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/RdA_z6a8XvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/X_BbglBv57s/s1600-h/SPADE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/RdA_z6a8XvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/X_BbglBv57s/s320/SPADE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030590944860987122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Son los locos que inventaron el amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;[It must have been the lunatics who invented love]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;~Paolo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;LIFE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Life begins when there are people who loves &amp;amp; cares for you with no condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Life starts in the morning when you are happy to wake up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Life ends when you sleep happy ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;In the middle of life's adventure, there are circumstances &amp;amp; battles that we win or lose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Life will move on for those who think it's fair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Life ends for those who thinks it's unfair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;LOVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Life will be life if there is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Love is love when there are people we are willing to give it to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Love lasts when there is trust..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Love ends when we lose faith..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;HEART ACHES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Heart breaks because we love too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Heart aches because we love ourselves less..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Heart breaks when they take our trusts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Heart aches heal slowly by time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;PAIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We will never learn 'til we feel pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We will never live without pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pain is an advantage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pain is good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When you feel pain, embrace it..never let go 'til you're tired of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;else, it will come back and haunt you..killing you gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pain is all in the mind..so forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;TEARS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tears should fall to let go of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tears should fall when you feel joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tears should be shed when we lose someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hiding ou tears will make us numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Crying for someone who doesn't deserve it is foolish..and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;FORGIVENESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;To forgive is the best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When you forgive, there will be peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Forgiveness is what we all need..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I like this one text message a friend sent me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When asked about what forgiveness is, a little boy gave this beautiful answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Forgiveness is the sweet scent that flowers gave, when they are being crushed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ACCEPTANCE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Accept that you can't have everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Accept that you are not everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Accept that life is not perfect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Accept that in every joy there will be sorrow and pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Accept that there will always be a mistake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Accept what you can't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;LET GO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let go of dreams you can't have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let go of the person who needs to lfy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let go of pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let go of what's not yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let go of memories that may hurt you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;MEMORIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Memories are good..it can heal a soul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;but some memories are meant to be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Some memories will hurt you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It won't &amp;amp; might happen again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Choose which memory stays &amp;amp; go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Some memories can bring you down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My favorite quote to live by :"Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that takes our breath away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;MOVE ON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Move on if you're unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Move on to heal pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;move on so you can live..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Move on and never look back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A friend of mine said, "a spade: when inverted, is a heart that has been stabbed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;i like it..which is why i wrote this journal..a stabbed heart will take time to heal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;live happy you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input 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href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/spade.html' title='SPADE'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/RdA_z6a8XvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/X_BbglBv57s/s72-c/SPADE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-5824808664475647823</id><published>2007-02-11T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:27:06.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a good fright..</title><content type='html'>when you are in doubt,crossed, unfixed and in bad release..&lt;br /&gt;all you need is a good fright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost slipped to the wet floor this morning..&lt;br /&gt;my heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;that gave me a really good fright&lt;br /&gt;and gave me a really good analization that i should start renovating my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-5824808664475647823?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/5824808664475647823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=5824808664475647823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/5824808664475647823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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recieved. diri ko naka decide mag move on..char! ka luod..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a little kid, i fell from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;But i managed to hold on to a branch..&lt;br /&gt;I was up there for a long time &amp;amp; waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence..&lt;br /&gt;The pain in my arms..&lt;br /&gt;The blood pumping in my ears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i fell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't remember what happened when i hit the ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i could remember was THE AGONY OF HOLDING ON...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; THE WONDERFUL FEELING OF LETTING GO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Moral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Sometimes the point of holding on is useless &amp;amp; pointless.. Life's about moving onwards not backwards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-4256104379857797500?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/4256104379857797500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=4256104379857797500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/4256104379857797500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/4256104379857797500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-i-was-little-kid-i-fell-from-tree.html' title='QUOTED'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-5424774480180325030</id><published>2007-02-11T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:12:06.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HATE LIST FOR SANTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;pasensya.e na ninyu ni...pagawas sa gi bati lang...sa mga panan-aw...welcome inyu comments kaayu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.) hate nako nag mga tao nga di kasabot bisan claro na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.) mga tao nga feeling smart pero bogo d.i to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.) mga traydor na buwisit! mga tao na plastic..peke! hahahah..ka bisdak ba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.) mga babay na nag apas lang sa auto sa ilang uyab(sorry,mag lagot kog bitches ug mga social climber bisan pobre!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.) mga tao nga feeling close nako bisan dili..mga tao di kasabot na di ko ganahan nila mag cge gihapon ug patagad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.) mga tao nga y claro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.) i hate people na dili "manutbrush" sa ilang ngipon..gwapa unta..or gwapo unta..attractive kaayu ug smile kai tongod sa kiki! unsa ba..y samin sa inyu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8.) hate nako kanang mga hina sa memory..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9.) hate pod nako ang mga "feeling" (high school term pa na) heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10.) hate nako ang mga datu na hilas, samot na ang pobre na hilas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11.) hate nako ang mang hagad ug inum nya walai e ka amot..pwede ba? puyo nalang sa inyu! y kwenta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12.) hate nako ang mga gaga ug gago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13.) subraan ka martyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14.) ug mga babay dagko ug tiyan nga mag "baby tee." mao ni sila ang mga walai mga samin sa ila! dai ang stretch marks ug vilvil ma claro..tabuni intawn kay sakit sa mata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15.) mga tao na y respeto sa angay respetoon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16.) mga tao na lisud e ka lalis bsan obvious na nga sayop cla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17.) mga manawayun na utro pod sawayunon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18.) mga tao taas panan.aw sa ilang gagmay na kaugalingon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19.) mga tao maayu lang sa storya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20.) mga tao mu gamit ug drugas aron ingnon "cool"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21.) mga botboton pareha ni nash..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22.) mga bryt nga d magpa kopya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and the list goes on........hantud diri lang mahigala kay daghan nya masuko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/508147790078262083-5424774480180325030?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/5424774480180325030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=5424774480180325030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/5424774480180325030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/5424774480180325030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-hate-list-for-santa.html' title='MY HATE LIST FOR SANTA'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-683138170410237682</id><published>2007-02-11T16:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:32:05.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flower In The Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://k43.pbase.com/o4/87/648987/1/58104702.IMG_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://k43.pbase.com/o4/87/648987/1/58104702.IMG_1635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she looks so pretty in her long white dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;no, she's not getting married..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she was crying yet she still looks so pretty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she was holding a flower, standing by the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she wonder if she could let the flower go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;will she? or will she not? she thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she loved the flower too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;the flower was slowly dying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;colors faded away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;petals starting to drop, stem started to bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she finally made up her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she kissed the flower and placed it inside the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she gathered all her strength and threw it with the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;inside the bottle was a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;a letter for whoever gets the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;"please take care of my little flower, it's all i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;but it's dying slowly with me so i got to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;i pray that may this flower grows lovely with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;for it's the only kind in the world. a kind of flower that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;grows happy to whoever it loves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;the waves sent the flower in the bottle off to shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;one lady found it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she opened the bottle and read the letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she took the flower and brought it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;the lady took good care of the flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;the flower started to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;with beautiful colors of the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;t was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;the girl in a long white dress missed her flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she wished that the waves had sent it to the right person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;for the waves was her friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she was dying slowly without her flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;but she didn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she loved the flower so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;letting it die is what she can't bare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she said her last words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;"good bye my flower i love you soo much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;you've always been the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;i pray that may you be happy wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;my soul is ready to rest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; charing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-683138170410237682?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-6322040135640848380</id><published>2007-02-11T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:27:39.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aversion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My, my, my… What a bad thing I've done lately...letting all my hate out through blogs… But it's good though.. It made me feel better and it made me realized a lot of things that I've been blinded to. This is my therapy. My form of release.. Thanks to those who’s been reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to the people who gave such wonderful advices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to Joe who said that if I continue this, my sorrow is == fungus’ happiness… She's right! It was the past, why would I let it ruin me? Well, I have an answer to that...because in the past, I did nothing when people stepped on me, betrayed me and even played behind my back. I did nothing when I was cut so deep. I did nothing when they broke me. I did nothing when they double crossed me. I did nothing when they ruined my poor life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only took a deep painful breath and cried. How pathetic is that? (“they” are consisted of 4 persons) May you have the worst fate! (ahahha..kidding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This soul of mine is bleeding, torn and bruised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joe told me never to trust Exs. Never let them be part in your relationship. She’s so damn right. And guys, if you plan to break up with your beaus, make sure that they (your exs) will not ruin the new relationship you have. It’s bullshit when you say that “we’re just friends”. Exs should never be friends. This is for theirs and your benefit! Let there be peace in the new relationship you now have. Break up is break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my dad, the worst person I know, ginoo nalang bahala nimu! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To Gossip Queen, stop comparing me to your dear daughter. No matter how you scrutinize me, I look better and I am better than I was before. Let me live. Why do you hate me soo much? Why do you love to compare me? Why are you messing up my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To fungus, I’m happy now that she’s moving on and happy. Most of my blogs were about her. Be happy. The process of metamorphosis has begun from a fungus i see you now as a mushroom. A mushroom to poison ivy. A poison ivy to a little birdy.. Fly little birdy. Fly! Fly like a swan! Wahahaha! Boringog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To those who hate me, pagtagbaw! I’m loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooooooopppssss..me, me, me..bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe some can relate to this blog. Let me advice you that those people we hate are not worth our time, our anger, our love, our trust. Let them do whatever they wanted to do. Their lives sucks, that’s why they wanna mess up with yours. Break free from aversion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They will go to hell for it anyway! (hopefully) hahahah! btaw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vengeance, is not ours, it's God's. It’ll only get worst when you do it yourself. If we lift it all up to him, he’ll take charge and things will be great again. Wounds will heal, we’ll breathe easy and life will be great again! I love my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like to say "I'm sorry" to those I've hurt deeply. I may have the worst attitude and tongue, but I do have a good heart and I do have a God who I fear and love most. I’m not the worst. If you want the worst, I’ll introduce you to them. I am just being myself. This is the real me. I don’t front. I don’t lie. I hate. I love. I forgive, but I can’t forget. Sorry! I’m only human… born to make things wild! Nyahahha! &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/508147790078262083-6322040135640848380?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/6322040135640848380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=6322040135640848380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/6322040135640848380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/6322040135640848380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/aversion.html' title='Aversion'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-6843549232499297179</id><published>2007-02-11T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:27:56.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i ever wanted was an apology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but my lady is selfish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i ever wanted was to be be happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am now but i never was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i ever wanted is to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was and i am still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i ever wanted was a good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have it now but never before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i ever wanted was a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but silence took it all away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i ever wanted was friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but trust broke it and sent it away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i ever wanted was peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i'm finding it hard to get one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i never wanted hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but now it consumed me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to forgive and forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but memories keeps haunting me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;moving on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;loving him more..hating her less.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-6843549232499297179?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/6843549232499297179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=6843549232499297179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/6843549232499297179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/6843549232499297179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-i-ever.html' title='All I Ever'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-5708046564961371427</id><published>2007-02-11T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:27:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So I Thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i was the only one taking up all these hate that we all caused..i didn't know that you were in pain &amp;amp; hurting too..this aversion between us will soon end..good lord i pray it will..so that someday we won't look back and wish it would ever happen again..renovating our lives is a good job..however, i wish you really did..just don't get mad when i say hello someday. peace! be happy..i see you now as a flower waiting to be kissed by a handsome frog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-5708046564961371427?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/5708046564961371427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=5708046564961371427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/5708046564961371427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/5708046564961371427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-so-i-thought.html' title='And So I Thought..'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508147790078262083.post-4525307301686102766</id><published>2007-02-11T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:17:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Butterfly That I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/Rc7n6aa8XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_s0q6jL_CTw/s1600-h/Illusion_by_lealea226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/Rc7n6aa8XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_s0q6jL_CTw/s320/Illusion_by_lealea226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030212824530181826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once i had a lovely butterfly that I use to hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kept it inside my bottle and shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy to see it nauseous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy to see it fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy to see it begging for me to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do this everyday until somebody gave me a nudge…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He told me to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The butterfly is dying, begging for its soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told the man that the butterfly can’t have it’s soul back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s soul belongs to me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ll crash it... I’ll burn it... I won’t let it free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the man told me, that if I won’t let it go, I’ll forever hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But hate is what I could no longer take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hesitated for a moment ‘til I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ll be like the butterfly if I won’t compromise…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For once upon a time the butterfly also loved to hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s because it couldn’t accept its tormented fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I let it go… set it free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The butterfly is now very happy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told the butterfly may it live so well…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be happy, move on, live wild and free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508147790078262083-4525307301686102766?l=aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/feeds/4525307301686102766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508147790078262083&amp;postID=4525307301686102766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/4525307301686102766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508147790078262083/posts/default/4525307301686102766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceofspade-melancholia.blogspot.com/2007/02/butterfly-that-i-hate.html' title='A Butterfly That I Hate'/><author><name>aceofspade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078306142392833107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/S9x1klJOuPI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1A0GvXVAHU/S220/11752910193329mq6.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxKDgi-qy-w/Rc7n6aa8XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_s0q6jL_CTw/s72-c/Illusion_by_lealea226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
