<?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-36581517</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:27:32.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen_existence37</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trixzhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727140141652268724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/WhanBaet001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581517.post-116677099526335627</id><published>2006-12-21T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T03:16:16.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Babhy Yabsh...</title><content type='html'>B - y the time I met you, I never knew&lt;br /&gt;A - ll along how I will ever&lt;br /&gt;B - e treasuring you but,&lt;br /&gt;H - aving&lt;br /&gt;Y - ou now with me makes my life so damn living for!&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;L - etting you go was never&lt;br /&gt;A - n easy thing to do&lt;br /&gt;B - elieve me when I say I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;S - o much till our very last time&lt;br /&gt;H - ear my heart shout that I'll always LOVE YOU even though we'll be apart...&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;Y - ou will&lt;br /&gt;A - lways&lt;br /&gt;B - e&lt;br /&gt;S - taying in my&lt;br /&gt;H - eart forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;W - hen that time comes when there will be YOU&lt;br /&gt;A - nd ME, I hope that we'll never&lt;br /&gt;B - e part 'coz by then I want to&lt;br /&gt;S - hare my whole life with YOU 'coz&lt;br /&gt;H - eaven knows how much I LOVE YOU SO!&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;W - ith all that YOU&lt;br /&gt;A - re I have accepted YOU&lt;br /&gt;F - or LOVE don't need&lt;br /&gt;U - nfathomable reasons, It just keeps on growing each and everyday I am living!&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;C - oz of YOU I had felt&lt;br /&gt;A - love I never had imagined to feel&lt;br /&gt;R - emember this my ONE and ONLY&lt;br /&gt;L - OVE, because&lt;br /&gt;O - f  YOU and your LOVE my life has become a PARADISE!&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;My feelings now revealed. Hell I care if it did! I just want him to know everything as soon as our sand in time runs out... before time sleeps on us... before everything that had happened between us ends... before we part ways...&lt;br /&gt;Though time doesn't allow us to be together right now, i do hope... I do believe... We might be together somewhere, somehow... But for now, I'll break free. I admit my heart do feel numb... I feel so lost... who wouldn't be? With the kind of situation I’m having, who would not feel lost? Feel numb? Feel cold?&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream all the hell out of me right now, I just don't have no means to release it... just this blog... just this blog...&lt;br /&gt;Here we go now, as this day ends... We end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581517-116677099526335627?l=fallenexistence37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/feeds/116677099526335627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581517&amp;postID=116677099526335627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116677099526335627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116677099526335627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/2006/12/babhy-yabsh.html' title='...Babhy Yabsh...'/><author><name>trixzhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727140141652268724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/WhanBaet001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581517.post-116677072333261680</id><published>2006-12-21T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:58:43.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds…&lt;br /&gt;Minutes…&lt;br /&gt;Hours…&lt;br /&gt;Weeks…&lt;br /&gt;Months…&lt;br /&gt;And even if takes me&lt;br /&gt;Years…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still hang on,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how much I’ve kept you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how much I can do just for you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s still with you,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;The only place this heart calls home is&lt;br /&gt;YOU…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart calls out for your name.&lt;br /&gt;My mind scans for your face.&lt;br /&gt;My soul seeks for your presence.&lt;br /&gt;My hands wait for your touch.&lt;br /&gt;I long for you.&lt;br /&gt;Just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;When can I hold you?&lt;br /&gt;When can I be with you?&lt;br /&gt;When can I spend my days with you again?&lt;br /&gt;When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t you here with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you be with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to forget?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;Even if takes me years,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;Even if takes me a life time,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts me more and more,&lt;br /&gt;You can never be with me.&lt;br /&gt;I just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how my feeling still works for you.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you just know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581517-116677072333261680?l=fallenexistence37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/feeds/116677072333261680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581517&amp;postID=116677072333261680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116677072333261680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116677072333261680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/2006/12/poem-for-nobody.html' title='A poem for nobody'/><author><name>trixzhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727140141652268724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/WhanBaet001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581517.post-116676824056106490</id><published>2006-12-21T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:14:27.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half week of my December</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busy. Busy. Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is a very busy month. Sure do! There are so many things that had happened during this month of December. We have loads of quizzes, homework and stuffs outside school. But even though I’m overloaded, I’m definitely having fun! Things like this takes off something out of my mind and heart, which somehow eases the pain knowing I’ll be having a very cold Christmas this year. Yeah! I said it right, I’ll be having a very cold one this year. Grrr! It creeps me off whenever this thing passes in my head. Damn! Well, anyway there’s nothing more I can do for me to spend this Christmas as splendid as I want it to be. It won’t work I tell you, no matter how hard I work for it, it just won’t happen. I know it won’t. Damn it won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how those things get into my head. I’m still living in my own fantasy world, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Oh c’mon Trixzhia!! Snap back to reality, will you?! Expect no more, please… Enough is enough. Let bygones be bygones**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humongous sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s not just right. I wanted it all to be alright but… I can’t seem to fit the entire puzzle together. Alright, I’ll say it right now to somehow remove the grudge that’s kept within me. I’M NOT FINE! There I said it. Why do I have to pretend everything’s still the same where in fact it isn’t? It’s just so hard to do so. Pretending everything’s still the same even though there’s a part still missing is no easy thing to do. Damn it’s not! But… saying this stuff that I’m definitely not fine, somehow… yes… somehow removes partly the pain, a bit of the pain, just a bit. I dunno know for what reason I am acting this way lately, maybe the fact that Christmas is near makes me wanna go wild. Hahaha! A bit weird for a reason, isn’t it? I really dunno why. Or… I just don’t want to spell out my real reason why I’m like this. Maybe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that dramatic part already, Oh! My tita is going to come home this December as well. Christmas means joy right? So I have to cheer up! And speaking bout cheering up, there’s this one funny prank that had happened to me during our school’s Christmas program, but before that let’s talk about this date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 12, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my tita’s arrival coming from Kuwait. And you know what? She read my blog in friendster! Waaaaah! She not just read my blog in friendster, she as well printed it out! OMG! Waaaaah! Pretty creepy. I might as well erase those blog entries in there so that no family relatives might read it. Gosh! The good thing is, I can trust my tita to keep that as a top secret. That really scared me off to death! At least I’ve learned something ‘bout what happened, I should never place any blogs in my friendster account that is like the one that is… Hahaha! I guess you know what I mean. My tito’s or tita’s in there might read those blogs and *KABOOM!* I’ll be busted! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let’s then proceed to the Christmas program that had happened in our school…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 13, 2006. 5:30 – 9:00 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the date alright. Students’ from different year levels of Remedios Trinidad Romualdez Memorial School – Makati Medical Center presented something in celebration for this month of December. A few of which we’re dance presentation and a song number. Well, the all time favorite music that day was “All I want for Christmas.” If that was the title, Hahaha! I had an enjoying evening, not because of the program but because of what we’re doing at the very moment students’ were presenting. Wanna know what we’re doing?! Hahaha. Nothing much, we just took silly pictures of our silly faces. If you wanna see those pictures… Hmmm… I guess my friend already posted it in our yahoo group. Just check it out, because I haven’t checked it yet. Hahaha! We pretty enjoyed ourselves with those make faces. We really look cute there. Right Luisa? Right Jessa? Alright, enough of that “Camera Adiktus” thing we have that day. The program near its end and so we decided to go home because it’s already late. We were having chit-chats while going down the stairs and I’m excited to go home already so that I can take my rest. We headed to the parking lot near our school because that’s where we are going to have our transportation, the shuttle. As we were walking in the open space of that parking lot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*OMG!*&lt;br /&gt;*Someone screams ever so loudly those words*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that someone is no other than me! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Why did I scream???&lt;br /&gt;Because as I was walking that night in the darkened open space of that parking lot and as my hand search for something that was supposed to be hanging in my bag and at that moment my hand didn’t seem to find what was supposed to be hanging in there, my eyes shot a glance at my bag and to my surprise, the thing that was supposed to be hanging in my bag wasn’t really there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what was supposed to be hanging in my bag? Here’s a picture of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/jack-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACK SKELLINGTON &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! That’s it! That’s certainly the thing hanging in my bag that wasn’t hanging in there that night. Huhuhu. No! This couldn’t be happening. I screamed that loud because that thing is very important to me. I would not know what to do if I ever lost it. After I screamed, I retraced my steps hoping I could find it. I was holding my heart because it seems like I wanna faint, I wanna break down. Tears are slowly forming in my eyes as I was searching the grounds where my babhy was. My hands were placed in my right chest and I could feel my heart pumping so hard, my hands were trembling. NO! Where could my babhy be?? Why didn’t I realize he was lost?? I was constantly repeating certain words as I was looking for Jack, words that run like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Babhy ko… Babhy ko… Nasan na babhy Jack ko…* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying those words while those tears formed in my eyes began to fall bit by bit. This couldn’t be happening!! I don’t care if everybody at that instant was already looking at me. Hell I care! I just want my babhy back! I want him back… I was eager to go back to the hospital, even if I have to go up stairs in 9 levels. I just have to find babhy jack. No, it’s not just a have to, it’s a &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; to. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to find babhy Jack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But before my feet step to go back to the hospital, a friend of mine came close to me and said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Patty wag kang iiyak.* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she handed me something. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS BABHY JACK!&lt;/strong&gt; She has my babhy. I thought I lost him. I didn’t mind if they had that prank on me, I actually wasn’t mad that they did that to me. Funny how I acted that way knowing my babhy Jack was lost. Now I know how I would react when I lose him once more or maybe not just Jack, something or someone that is important to me. I would not let babhy Jack out of my sight ever!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do look stupid that moment! Hahaha! It was such a funny prank! If Jack was really lost… hmmm… damn I’d kill myself. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no van?? Yikes! How are we supposed to g home then? Okay, so we made our way back to the school and we decided to ride in the bus in landmark. We have to wait so long because we were in amidst a very long line. That day didn’t end just like that. We were already in the front line and we were just waiting for the other bus to be able to go home but the man next in our line was… Grrrr! He was a b*llsh*t! Damn he! My eyebrows were already raised because of that guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Luisa, resbakin natin!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Gosh! Our mood swung so bad that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a week, right? Hahahaha! Well, that’s how half of my December works out for me… Damn so good! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Trixzhia #37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581517-116676824056106490?l=fallenexistence37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/feeds/116676824056106490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581517&amp;postID=116676824056106490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116676824056106490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116676824056106490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/2006/12/half-week-of-my-december.html' title='Half week of my December'/><author><name>trixzhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727140141652268724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/WhanBaet001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581517.post-116557037637594101</id><published>2006-12-08T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:48:21.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="276" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/PrettyMe.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Anniversary to us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! It’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 08, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today and what’s with this date you ask? It’s me and best friend’s anniversary. It’s been 3 years ago since we’ve become that close up unto us becoming best of friends. When I entered my second year in high school I was a new student in Colegio San Agustin – Biñan, so I’m just starting a new chapter in my life there at my new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… As far as I could remember, Jade and I become close when we have that “Play” in English. The play was entitled “The King and I.” She was a very responsible president of our class. No doubt about it. She chose me as the lead character of that play, dunno what she saw in me that made her think I could act as “Anna” for that play. I really don’t know what to say when she told me I was going to act as the lead actress; I’m not much into acting, though. So there you have it, I was the lead actress! Whoa! Being the lead actress means I have to be in all our practice sessions. Gosh! That was the first time I have commuted without my parents. (Unica Hija kasi eh…) That was one heck of an adventure! (Wahahaha! First time sa ganun eh…) So there you have it, my first time. Hehehe. I’m not a good actress but I’m going to put my best into it because I represent the whole section. That’s how Jade and I started to become friends. It’s really funny how everything begins in just simple gestures and moments. Through that trouble-free moment with her, we are what we are right now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEST OF FRIENDS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And no one will ever break the bond between us. I said no one will! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those 3 years we shared together, those weren’t all happy moments, of course, we argue but through all those arguments it helped us to be stronger, it strengthen our relationship even more and most of all I learned so many things about her. I don’t know if you believe in what I’ll be saying but for me, you’ll know the person more when you have these negative moments. I’m not saying argue more with that person, what I mean is that though these are what you call “Arguments” there are so many “positive things” that you would be getting from these, IF you pay attention to it, but if not, It’s useless! One must be sensitive enough to know the reason behind all these obstacles. Everything happens for a reason right? You may never know the reason why such things happen to you if you weren’t that sensitive enough. We only had a few minor arguments but it made our relationship bloom, it made us strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t believe how long it has been since she has become a part of ME. 3 years… Who would have imagined we would be making it up to this long? We never expect anything. I guess that’s it, never expect something because if you expect you’ll be damn disappointed. I don’t know up to what point in our life Jade and I will be having this relationship but all I know is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE HAS TAKEN A PART IN MY WHOLE BEING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If I lost her, I don’t know who else am I gonna be. Without her, it’s not the same no more. We may not have all the time in the world to have chit-chats. We may not have spent times with each other that often. We may not always be texting each other (Tamad kasi best friend ko mag-text eh…). And so what if we don’t have all those times??! Look at us right now, we’re standing tall and we’re doing great! And if we have those times together, imagine how we would end up. So damn good!! Maybe that’s why God didn’t give us all the time in the world because we’ll be having the greatest relationship everyone has been dreaming to have. Why didn’t I just say Perfect Relationship?? Well, I don’t need a perfect relationship; it would be boring if that was to happen. Damn too boring! And besides, I like being “pasaway!”, being one means I’m imperfect. And I don’t wanna give up being a “pasaway” it’s fun to be like that. Hehehe. Especially the times I got to bully my best friend or even bite her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/patty002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3 years it has been and I’m praying that we would still share this friendship until our hair turns gray… Hahahaha! In good times and in bad times YOUR WILDCAT will always be here for you. That’s how Wildcat’s care and love… That’s how I care and love for a special someone like you… My special someone.. My FANET! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and stay ugly as ever, okay??? Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/patty001-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~AT THE BEGINNING~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we’re strangers starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming what we had to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are and we’re suddenly standing at the beginning with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected what to you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope you we’re there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CHORUS***&lt;br /&gt;And life is a road and I wanna keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road, now and forever a wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we’re strangers on a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming how our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand on a fatal future…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;***CHORUS***&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was somebody, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Help me alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that dreams would live up&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s gonna tear us apart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;***CHORUS***&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In the &lt;strong&gt;END &lt;/strong&gt;I wanna be standing at the &lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="250" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/Mgamalalakingmukha.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY FANET!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labshoo Jade! Mmmmwwwwwuuuuaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="276" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/TropangMa-elPart2010.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Trixzhia#37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581517-116557037637594101?l=fallenexistence37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/feeds/116557037637594101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581517&amp;postID=116557037637594101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116557037637594101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116557037637594101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-3rd-anniversary_08.html' title='Happy 3rd Anniversary!'/><author><name>trixzhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727140141652268724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/WhanBaet001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581517.post-116472553659559730</id><published>2006-11-28T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:08:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still hanging on my own dagger...</title><content type='html'>It's been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yeasterday since I last saw him. The date marked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13th of November 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was a date notched in this heart of mine. The day we called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Our Last Day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We spent hours together, just me and him alone in a special place named the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ministop."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We were actually arguing on what to buy when we were staying and sitting there at the ministop. He told me we need to buy something. I guess what he meant was he wants to treat me even for that last time. But for me, he doesn't need to do that, sitting beside him satisfied me more. Being with him, just him alone beside me is already something for me. Hmmmm... Not just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Something"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Even if &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; occupied most of our time together, I guess we really need not to speak out what we really feel for each other. No words are best suited for us to express what one really feels... No words... It may sound ridiculous but in those moments of silence with him I could already feel his love for me, the only problem was that, did i let him feel my love for him in those silent moments? or should I say did he felt my love for him even if I didn't say it in vague words? I do hope so... Funny how I acted or I mean &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; acted when we saw each other that day. That was already the end of my last subject (Biochemistry Laboratory) and he was about to get something in the school that's why he was there. Okay, I'll state my point of view starting off the moment I received his text message saying that he was already in my school up to the end of our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fallen_Existence's POV (Point of View)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receiving his text, I eventually arrange my things to prepare for my exit and actually I didn't mind his text saying he was already at my school. I said to myself maybe he just texted earlier, maybe he's still walking somewhere, maybe he's just near the school but not yet inside the campeus. I had so many assumptions about his text. Then, I heard one of my friends calling me and telling me to go down stairs. Honestly speaking, I was quite confuse why she wants me to go down stairs, why do I have to go down stairs? And so I just told her I'll be there in just a second. I was busy packing my things up didn't realizing I hadn't got the chance to check my manual to my professor (I'm so stupid! I'm so pre-occupied!). I just noticed that I hadn't got a sign in my manual when I got home. Enough that for moment, let's get back to the packing of things, okay, so I'm done putting my things inside my bag. I didn't carry my bag with me as I was going down the stairs and as I was going down I was actually playing, skipping the steps in the stairs (playing like a kid! hahaha!). On my last step, as i turned 45 degrees to my right I was held back by the scenario, he was there standing near the entrance door with black shirt, white snickers, faded black pants with black body bag that is filled with bag pins and keychains and with him was a black hanky. He was constantly wiping his face to remove his sweats caused by the ultimate hot weather that time. As I was approaching him, I didn't know what to say. My head was blank! My mouth was shut tight! I just nodded at him and he nodded back as well. That was it! OMG! For the first time in my life my mouth was never made shut. I mean, there are lots of things I may have told him as I was approaching him but I couldn't do it. I don't know what happened to me then. I'm surprised! I'm shocked! That's all I can say. We were left alone together by our three towered friends. I feel so stupid as I was with him, as we saw each other again. Why you ask? I actually don't know! Hahahaha! I just feel so stupid, maybe because of my actions, because of words unspoken. I accompanied him to get his good moral and accompanied him back to the registrar. As we were waiting for his good moral in the 6th floor of Kalayaan building, we were so silent then or in tagalog terms &lt;em&gt;"Nagkakailangan."&lt;/em&gt; Upon heading the 6th floor of Kalayaan building (Since he was not a student in that school anymore he has to get an I.D from the guard, I didn't heard what the guard actually told him so I ask HIM what it was. The guard said "Iniwan mo na siya." something like that... and so I got the point.) After hgetting a paper from the Dean's Office we head back to the registrar to set some dues. We were having a conversation in the registrar when one of our ex-classmate (Hehehe!) arrived and so we had a little chit-chat with him. I asked permission to him that I would just be getting my bag upstairs but I'll be back in a while (Of course I would come back! Why wouldn't I? Hehehe!). After setting things, we went back again to Kalayaan building where we first crossed the streets (He was really a gentleman, even when we were not that close enough, that was before, he's really a gentleman! No questions ask! He really is and I mean it!). He was actually holding my hand as we were crossing the streets. (Hahaha!) Okay, so back in Kalayaan building. We argued where we would be staying. I don't know which place is best suited for our last day but for me, any place will do as long as I'm with him, place wouldn't matter anymore! Finally, we agreed that we'll just spend it in &lt;em&gt;MINISTOP&lt;/em&gt; (The greatest tambayan of the RTR students! Hehehe!) We spend 3 hours together, it feels like eternity when I was with him though it was only a few hours. On our first hours of sitting there, I couldn't help but just look at his face, I don't wanna say something (I just don't feel like saying anything...). I could see from his face, he as well don't want to end everything between us, but what else might we do? (Got any suggestion?) In our succeeding times together we exchanged letters (writing it on the cover of the belgian chocolate ice cream we ate...). But what really touched me was that he has given me "Our Babhy Jack Skellington", just looking at the keychain he has given me already reminds me of him ('coz they both look a like! hehehe!). In these 2 weeks, I'm always sleeping with Babhy Jack, giving him goodnight kiss and he goes wherever I go. Babhy Jack is also with me whenever I sing my prayers at night (Panalangin by Moonstar88). I'm going to take good care of Babhy Jack coz I'll killl myself if I ever lost it... Besides Babhy Jack, I got 3 1x1 photos of him and it is currently placed in my wallet where everyone can see who my special person is in my life... What else? My pink hanky which I was using that day was so important and so memorable! It's because he perfumed it with his own scent, though my hanky was already washed, I could still smell his scent whenever I'm using that hanky. Maybe that's how things work whenever you have something valuable, it's a stronghold of every moments spent. As our time draws near, I want to stop the time so that we'll both be stucked together, so that we won't part ways. But I couldn't do that, it's not in my grasp, that day has to end, I know it but I just can't accept it. Time has come to say our last words but still, no words were spoken instead, actions were made. He held my hand so tight as we were walking going to the transportation that would be leading me home. I held his hand ever so tightly as well, if allowed, I wouldn't let it go but... I should. Until now, 28th of November 2006, I could still feel his hand dominating around my hand as if today is still 13th of November 2006. I could still feel his sturdy and spider like fingers wrapped around my hands. I could still feel the warmth of his touch clasped between my chubby fingers in my right hand. I could still feel everything! Nothing has changed! It's as if today is still 13th of November 2006. As we both approach the terminal, I know that time was already Goodbye. No! I hate goodbyes! It sucks! Damn it sucks! I don't wanna hear someone telling me &lt;em&gt;'goodbye'&lt;/em&gt; especially when I know I won't ever see that person ever again. *Don't Let go!* my heart was shouting those words repeatedly, all over again... *Never Let Go!* my heart shouted hoping he would hear me out. I had no choice, no matter what happens we must do this, for the sake of everybody concerned in the situation. Fast as a speeding bullet (not Superman though...) a soft and warm feeling approached my left cheeks, he kissed me. A goodbye kiss, then, he walked away. Watching him leave pains me. Why do things like this happen? Why can't he just stay? Why do I have to feel this kind of burden? It's because of &lt;em&gt;LOVE. &lt;strong&gt;Love is a paradise, yet it is also a hell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That was it, we parted ways. As I was sitting in the van, I couldn't help but reminisce all the times I've spent with him, everything that had happened between us, I tried to recall all of it. I try to visualize his appearance in my mind and heart, his facial structure, the way he smile (does he ever smile? well, yes! he smiles whenever we are taking photos - me and him.), the way he puts gel on his hair, the way he reviews whenever we have classes (he really looks like a murderer/ a killer whenever he's serious... Hahaha!), the way he writes (his penmanship...), his smell, the way he pronounce the letter "R"... Almost everything that I could possibly think of about him, I had done it just by sitting in that uncomfy chair of the van (Hehehe...) It was a flashback of what happened starting from the beginning. As I got home, he kept on ringing my phone that's why I kept on crying whenever I see my phone ringing and whenever I see who the caller is (DruMmeR WaFu) with matching picture of us. I didn't visibly cry. As one of the quoted message in text says that "...there are tears in the heart that never reaches the eyes." Uh-huh! I said it clear enough, my eyes didn't shattered any tears but my heart was bleeding to death! I couldn't stand the pain so I let myself fall asleep to atleast cover and hide some of the bruises. It didn't work! As I wake up the other morning, it's as if my heart was still freshly cut by a dagger. So much pain inflicted on me... Tell me? How could I surpass all of this? How? When all I could ever think of is him alone... When all that I have up to now is this sincere, loyal and perenial feeling (seems like eternity feeling)... What perenial feeling? I know you already got it. You're smart enough to know what it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~End of Fallen_Existence POV~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Weird right? Blogs are already the person's point of view. But why have I placed "Fallen_Existence POV" still? 'Cause I want to hear HIS point of view so I'll be leaving this, hoping I would get his POV, then maybe I'll edit this and re-post this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Drummer Wafu's POV~&lt;br /&gt;........................................................&lt;br /&gt;~End of Drummer Wafu's POV~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of someone was never easy, especially when you truly love that someone so much. Painful, yes it is. You know what's the fact when you are totally bruised? Your eyes never show the real pain but the heart bleeds to death... What's worst is that, it's your very own dagger slowly killing your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLYING KISSES,&lt;br /&gt;Trixzhia #37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581517-116472553659559730?l=fallenexistence37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/feeds/116472553659559730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581517&amp;postID=116472553659559730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116472553659559730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116472553659559730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-still-hanging-on-my-own-dagger.html' title='I&apos;m still hanging on my own dagger...'/><author><name>trixzhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727140141652268724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/WhanBaet001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581517.post-116461742791789765</id><published>2006-11-27T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T04:50:49.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear drop in my heart</title><content type='html'>Losing someone you truly love is like losing your very own identity. You don't know how you would seem to continue. You don't know how would you be feeling or acting. The feeling's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! It's as if the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;end of the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has come, a really really big burden on your shoulder. You feel so damn &lt;strong&gt;INCOMPLETE!&lt;/strong&gt; In all the time, he's the only one in your mind. Even if you had part ways, you just can't seem to let go. Sounds absurd right? Well, the one thing now that I'm holding on to is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMORIES, OUR MEMORIES.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Memories together. Oh! How I wish I could travel back in time to be in that kind of situation again, to be with him once again, to see his face, to hear his voice... Memories, the only thing that can can never change. Even if reality tells me he's gone, he's not totally gone, he's still here with me... A part of him is here, safe in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart and mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A place where we could be both together. A place nobody would seem to stop us. A place specially built for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to let go of him, he knows that. But if this is the only thing to set everything back to what and how it is, then, I am willing to do it... For&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Coz I can risk and sacrifice anything, maybe, everything just to see him happy. It's painful, yes I know. But seeing him happy ease those pains away, though not all of it. Why? Would you not sacrifice for that one person whom you've loved so much? Would you not do the same as what we have done? Everybody knows how to give way and to sacrifice especially when it comes to love. No doubt why love could make one's life such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's endlessly running in my mind. He's always knocking in my heart. He's constantly reminding me&lt;em&gt; I loved the right person at the wrong time.&lt;/em&gt; Today's not our time, definitely not ours. But behind all these shady clouds, I am still hoping in due time we could possibly be together. And when that time comes, I would never ever blink... ^.~ I will never ever let go... Never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other's say I could still find someone much better, but I say... &lt;em&gt;No one will ever be like him&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE'S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my one and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;knows it. I may find another man but he can never replace what he has done to my life, to my being. I had told him a million times that he has already placed a record in my life... In Patty's Life... It ain't gonna change! Not now, not ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what destiny has for us... I may never know if he might really come back... If we could really be together in due time... If our feelings would still be the same or more or even none no more... I don't know! It's the future, it's not in my hand to know what lies ahead of us. What I have now is what we have shared, what my feelings are for him and his for me. That's all I've got! And so I say, at this very moment, the time I spent with him is the treasure I will be holding for the rest of my life. The love we have shared together, even if it's just a while, is a love I will ethereally feel though he's gone, out of my sight and no means for us to ever communicate. The love he has shown me, is a love I would never forget! This isn't goodbye. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate goodbyes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'll just see him around then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLYING KISSES,&lt;br /&gt;Trixzhia #37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581517-116461742791789765?l=fallenexistence37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/feeds/116461742791789765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581517&amp;postID=116461742791789765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116461742791789765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581517/posts/default/116461742791789765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenexistence37.blogspot.com/2006/11/tear-drop-in-my-heart.html' title='Tear drop in my heart'/><author><name>trixzhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727140141652268724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/trixzhia/WhanBaet001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
