<?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-7080746550686787299</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:01:53.076-07:00</updated><category term='For the english project'/><category term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>Sentifreak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-3515918143716458282</id><published>2009-05-10T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:27:40.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled Reverie</title><content type='html'>Darkness loomed as the rain thundered against the small roof of the store he happened to be in. He hardly cared though as he lifted the bottle to his lips and emptied it. Soon, he will be free of a lingering disease called emptiness. The 'Red Horse Solution' indeed is handy. It's after-effect is beginning to commence.&lt;br /&gt;Paying his due, he briskly ran towards his car. Half-staggering, he managed to get in and start it.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling light-headed, he felt the hurt dissipating. With the hurt almost gone, it was too easy to imagine her sitting right next to him. Too easy to dream. Yet he knew it is not. A girl's silhouette materialized at the corner of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't I be over you?" he said, half to himself and half to the girl next him.&lt;br /&gt;The girl smiled sadly.&lt;br /&gt;"You're so selfish, you know that? You could've at least told me, but then.." he said, shrugging.&lt;br /&gt;The girl shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;"None of your excuses this time. None of those tiresome speeches." he said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;The girl smiled.&lt;br /&gt;She's always the defensive one, arguing endlessly about their responsibilities for the just cause of mankind. An idealist. Like him. Their ideals almost always causes them trouble. How they always managed to get through, they have no idea, but the last one cost them very dearly.&lt;br /&gt;"I can still remember our first encounter, your haughty demeanor and your airs." he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;The girl returned a frown.&lt;br /&gt;"There you go again." he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;This time, the girl smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"The editor asked me to stop 'leisuring'," he laughed,"but of course, he doesn't know.." he stopped laughing and frowned.&lt;br /&gt;The girl smiled.&lt;br /&gt;His weakness to alcohol drinking is a known fact to all of his close friends. He would end up vomiting and losing his self control after a few bottles. That is the easy part, for his hangovers are the worst of it. And not to say of his rashes.&lt;br /&gt;But then he told her his true feelings after she beat him in a drinking match. He was sick for a week and has to endure rashes for a month. It's all worth it though, for she took care of him the whole week he's sick.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, of course I remember, how could I forget that night, must've been embarrassing for you to have me shouting how much I love you at that bar in front of all that people." he said .&lt;br /&gt;The girl shook her head lightly then smiled.&lt;br /&gt;How could he forget, until now, he's been avoiding that place.&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? I'm almost finished with our love story, anyway, the white dress you're now wearing isn't like you at all, a touch of black would make that more like you. I missed wearing our uniform." he said.&lt;br /&gt;The girl smiled.&lt;br /&gt;She likes black and white, like him. Their 'uniforms' are two identical tees that they wear whenever they feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think I should let it be published? Some of our more private secrets are there." he winked at her.&lt;br /&gt;The girl nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Entering the expressway, he is unconscious that he's gathering speed. 60-80-100..&lt;br /&gt;"You know what, my life is a bore without you. No one to argue with, no one to fuss with. And no, she can't replace you." he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;The girl shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired." he murmured. I miss you, he could've said.&lt;br /&gt;Each day has been a tasteless gruel for him, a torture to endure, and then sweet, temporary relief at night. It's been always like this since the day..&lt;br /&gt;He knew what would happen next, he would end up in his room, drunk but not nauseating. She would sleep in his bed with him, wrapped in his arms, she would be in his dreams too. His dreams are often short glimpses of the times they were together. Then he would wake up, and she's gone. Another day of boring routine.&lt;br /&gt;And then his goddamned work.&lt;br /&gt;His workmates. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;They will make fun of him, asking him between outbursts to go to a psychiatrist and seek help.&lt;br /&gt;They did not believe in him.&lt;br /&gt;Just a dream.. Extreme depression.. Alcohol.. Drugs?&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think I should do?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't cry, I can't stand you crying, you know that." he said, trying to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;Despite of her tears, she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Her tears had been always his weakpoint. Fierce arguments would often end with him consenting to her wishes. But then the last time she cried still haunts him until now.&lt;br /&gt;A fitting remembrance for an ending tale.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do that? How could you not tell me!?" he asked furiously.&lt;br /&gt;Her hand found his. He shook off her hand.&lt;br /&gt;"I might have joined you, we could have both.." was all he could say.&lt;br /&gt;He swallowed a lump building in his throat. This is madness. A world without her. A cold world devoid of the girl that keeps him alive.&lt;br /&gt;"Those bastards. They will all go to hell! The police said it is impossible to find out because there were no witnesses." he laughed, hysterically. The girl only shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;"We should've faced them together!" he bellowed, as streams of tears flow from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The girl squeezed his hand.&lt;br /&gt;He should've known that their lives were both in danger when they started to write stinging articles about the fraud that happened during the recent election. The vast resources of the party that won ensured that they will always find a plethora of death threats from their workplace to their houses. The last one though is different.&lt;br /&gt;"Instead you faced them alone a-and.. That phone call.. Y-you lied.." he stopped, he could not go on.&lt;br /&gt;He could not, for the life of him forget the phone call that turned out to be their last conversation.&lt;br /&gt;'hi, are you busy?' she asked, her tone losing her usual good natured mood.&lt;br /&gt;'usually, but not to someone as pretty as you.' he said, trying to ease her.&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, a forced and shaky one.&lt;br /&gt;'come on, what's the problem?' he asked uneasily.&lt;br /&gt;'oh, nothing, I just want you to know how, how m- much I-I love you,' she stopped and he could hear her nearing tears.&lt;br /&gt;'I love you too, you're at the office? Let's talk about it,' he said, worryingly.&lt;br /&gt;'no, no, I'm fine, I, uhm, I'll miss you.' she said' finally breaking into tears.&lt;br /&gt;'what are you talking about, are you leaving?' he asked panicking.&lt;br /&gt;'in a manner, yes' she laughed despite her tears.&lt;br /&gt;'please don't do this, is this a joke? It's not funny.'&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, 'of course it is a joke, silly, I love you.'&lt;br /&gt;'God, you'll have me worried sick! I love you too.' he sighed, but then he felt that something isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;'goodbye, I love you. I always will.'&lt;br /&gt;'I love you too, see you later.' he would swear to God he heard her sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, she's on the news.&lt;br /&gt;He watched the news with his heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" was all he could ask.&lt;br /&gt;The girl said nothing as tears flow from her eyes like rain drops.&lt;br /&gt;He could imagine her crying while driving her car as it was chased by her assailants.&lt;br /&gt;He could hear her silent whimpers.&lt;br /&gt;He could smell the perfume he gave her that she's fond of using.&lt;br /&gt;He could see the pursuing cars through the rear mirror.&lt;br /&gt;He could taste the saltiness of her tears as it coursed through her lips.&lt;br /&gt;He could feel her fear as she bid him her last goodbye 'til she hung-up, and with it, her love.&lt;br /&gt;"We're together now, death will not separate us again. I can no longer endure waking up every morning without you by my side." he said as he gripped the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Her hand tried to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Both of her hands tried.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes met his, "I won't let them take you away from me again!"&lt;br /&gt;With grim resolve, he floored his car.&lt;br /&gt;'Don't do this' her voice rang in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing else left for me to do."&lt;br /&gt;'So much about your pride, why are you running away from this? Start again.'&lt;br /&gt;"Pride eh? It died the day I met you. There are no more fresh starts, it all ended when death took you away!"&lt;br /&gt;'Find another, you won't be alone for long.'&lt;br /&gt;"Later, 'you won't be alone'."&lt;br /&gt;'Don't throw your life away, please.'&lt;br /&gt;"You're my life, there is no more 'life' left for me."&lt;br /&gt;'Don't be stubborn, if you really love me you will go on with your life.'&lt;br /&gt;"If you really love me, you will support me with this, please? Free me from this torture."&lt;br /&gt;'Please..'&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there, I will hear no more useless rhetoric from you, young lady. I'm doing this not only for you but for myself as well, so don't you dare make my love for you as leverage. Are you with me?"&lt;br /&gt;'You're so stubborn, you know that.'&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, but that's our shared trait. For the record you're much more stubborn than me."&lt;br /&gt;She sighed and later on smiled.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"You know what, I would trade the whole world for that smile."&lt;br /&gt;She relaxed her hold of his hand and gently squeezed it.&lt;br /&gt;He let go of the steering wheel and looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she's still the most beautiful girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;His heart missed a beat as he looked at her eyes. He once remarked those eyes could replace the stars in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And they still could.&lt;br /&gt;A large truck loomed, not very far from his car, it's moving towards his direction.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't care, as he was lost in her lovely eyes. Everything is of secondary importance now that he got her back.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;'I love you, too.'&lt;br /&gt;Redemption is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;He's free.&lt;br /&gt;They're free.&lt;br /&gt;A bewildered truck driver.&lt;br /&gt;The blinding lights.&lt;br /&gt;The loud horns from everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The screeching tires.&lt;br /&gt;His heart pounding just like the first time their eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing he felt was the softness of her lips as he fall into oblivion..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-3515918143716458282?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3515918143716458282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-9021421895177627579</id><published>2009-03-30T09:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:20:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating</title><content type='html'>I hate it when I feel this&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to be at ease&lt;br /&gt;Only to be broken by a discreet glimpse&lt;br /&gt;Of eternity passing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;A disease crawling, without remedy&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship is a lie&lt;br /&gt;You knew my heart will die&lt;br /&gt;You knew everything, I can see&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell it to me&lt;br /&gt;Shallow friendship will suffice&lt;br /&gt;Anything familiar but not this&lt;br /&gt;Your heart ever so elusive&lt;br /&gt;Is it to him you give&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is intoxicating&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet innocence is so enchanting&lt;br /&gt;Your cheerful nature is so comforting&lt;br /&gt;But why oh why&lt;br /&gt;Is it that this love is so FRUSTRATING..???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-9021421895177627579?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9021421895177627579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=9021421895177627579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/9021421895177627579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/9021421895177627579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/frustrating.html' title='Frustrating'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-8210040179513527291</id><published>2009-03-30T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:19:46.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe me</title><content type='html'>I love you&lt;br /&gt;With all of my heart, I do&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, my words are true&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm fooling around&lt;br /&gt;Humoring, do I sound?&lt;br /&gt;Hear my stammering words&lt;br /&gt;See me shaking, you can't&lt;br /&gt;Saying my feelings, I'm bent&lt;br /&gt;Fooling myself will never be&lt;br /&gt;Us together, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Faking my heart you thought&lt;br /&gt;Tripping you again so forth&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh at me, please&lt;br /&gt;Let a smile on your face crease&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making this up&lt;br /&gt;I had already given up&lt;br /&gt;Whether you believe me or not&lt;br /&gt;I will acquiesce to you but&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will never cease&lt;br /&gt;Like a sweet, torturous disease..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-8210040179513527291?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8210040179513527291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=8210040179513527291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/8210040179513527291'/><link 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hurtful&lt;br /&gt;My eyes, for all their worth, turned tearful&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with me like you did&lt;br /&gt;During those times when I'm ever in need&lt;br /&gt;A terrible night last Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;The night my heart turned to grieve&lt;br /&gt;The night I free the emotions in me&lt;br /&gt;The night I thought I will be free&lt;br /&gt;You thought all was just play&lt;br /&gt;And scripted all I will ever say&lt;br /&gt;A trick again for you to be prey&lt;br /&gt;Never be old enough if I may&lt;br /&gt;The gravity of my words all too jovial?&lt;br /&gt;That your affections will forever be filial?&lt;br /&gt;See me shaking you can not&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, my guts a knot&lt;br /&gt;A lump in my throat I swallowed&lt;br /&gt;A thing called Pride I enamored&lt;br /&gt;I forced the words out my mouth&lt;br /&gt;I checked myself lest I shout&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe me, oh for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;Words to make you believe, my mind I rake&lt;br /&gt;Found none I sighed in frustration&lt;br /&gt;Even the ones I used in my infatuations&lt;br /&gt;So, hurriedly I said I Love You&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could've added "is there a hope for us, two?"&lt;br /&gt;But then, I've already hung it up&lt;br /&gt;Though the words I said are not enough..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-4748522716185035791?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4748522716185035791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=4748522716185035791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/4748522716185035791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/4748522716185035791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-enough.html' title='Not Enough'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-4024096901224341079</id><published>2009-03-30T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:18:34.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Contact</title><content type='html'>Colors lashing everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Distant memories of forever&lt;br /&gt;I completely regret&lt;br /&gt;A moment I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;Glancing towards you&lt;br /&gt;Enough to make me blue&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Muffled my heart's cries&lt;br /&gt;The moment our eyes met&lt;br /&gt;Like a melodramatic epithet&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Turn towards me again, please&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me again, for it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly shaken as I stood&lt;br /&gt;The pain of my emotions throb&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity I failed to grab&lt;br /&gt;Explain to you everything&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the songs I'll sing&lt;br /&gt;This remorseless love oh so cruel&lt;br /&gt;My heart, cursed be it, is so brittle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-4024096901224341079?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4024096901224341079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=4024096901224341079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/4024096901224341079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/4024096901224341079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/eye-contact.html' title='Eye Contact'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-3062165924313395471</id><published>2009-03-30T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:18:06.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Here I am now&lt;br /&gt;Bored and scribbling furiously&lt;br /&gt;Words uncertain&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;But the unbridled animosity&lt;br /&gt;Of almost everybody&lt;br /&gt;I had done nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I on this throng&lt;br /&gt;An infamous slanderer&lt;br /&gt;It will be marked forever&lt;br /&gt;A sarcastic group message&lt;br /&gt;That ruined the school's image&lt;br /&gt;Our mentors are so angry&lt;br /&gt;I had been summoned by decree&lt;br /&gt;Words that strangled my heart&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I needs to part&lt;br /&gt;Driven home by her son&lt;br /&gt;Ashen faces before I was gone&lt;br /&gt;My mother crying&lt;br /&gt;My rage seething&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could retract those words&lt;br /&gt;And drive home these swords&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain the future is&lt;br /&gt;Their hatred must cease&lt;br /&gt;Indefinite suspension&lt;br /&gt;Why not hasten the conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;Two months more to endure&lt;br /&gt;Traitorous cancer with no cure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-3062165924313395471?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3062165924313395471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=3062165924313395471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/3062165924313395471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/3062165924313395471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-3885388868977979753</id><published>2009-03-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:17:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over I'd given up</title><content type='html'>Hidden emotions far away&lt;br /&gt;Beguiled and keeping me stray&lt;br /&gt;Rise up, poor pride, and fight&lt;br /&gt;Remember to keep out her sight&lt;br /&gt;Keep your mind in control&lt;br /&gt;For if it's the heart, you'll fall&lt;br /&gt;Fight with your backs to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Wish that hostilities will stall&lt;br /&gt;It's hopeless, she's too strong&lt;br /&gt;And the cause your at is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let the defences cease&lt;br /&gt;The heart once more will crease&lt;br /&gt;Pride, dignity and chauvinist ego has failed&lt;br /&gt;Her triumph, enough has been said&lt;br /&gt;Vanquished emotions faltered&lt;br /&gt;Myself as a person has been altered&lt;br /&gt;Utter the letters with a cry&lt;br /&gt;In anguish and defeat, sing "L. I. L. Y."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-3885388868977979753?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3885388868977979753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=3885388868977979753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/3885388868977979753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/3885388868977979753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-over-id-given-up.html' title='It&apos;s over I&apos;d given up'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-7930056946562530419</id><published>2009-03-30T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:16:22.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I am cold &lt;br /&gt;I hurt &lt;br /&gt;I am broken &lt;br /&gt;I am mad &lt;br /&gt;I am miseried &lt;br /&gt;I am on the verge of insanity &lt;br /&gt;I lower my self &lt;br /&gt;I swallowed my pride &lt;br /&gt;I broke my confidence &lt;br /&gt;I offered my heart &lt;br /&gt;I am losing my mind &lt;br /&gt;I am giving up my soul &lt;br /&gt;I am worthless &lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless &lt;br /&gt;I am not me &lt;br /&gt;If I am me &lt;br /&gt;I would never be lost &lt;br /&gt;I would never be numb &lt;br /&gt;I would never give up my heart &lt;br /&gt;My mind &lt;br /&gt;My soul &lt;br /&gt;My freewill &lt;br /&gt;My dream &lt;br /&gt;My hope &lt;br /&gt;My sanity &lt;br /&gt;Never be worthless &lt;br /&gt;Never be hopeless &lt;br /&gt;For a....Girl &lt;br /&gt;Who never knew me &lt;br /&gt;Whom I never met &lt;br /&gt;Who will never like me &lt;br /&gt;Who will never be willing to love me the way i love her &lt;br /&gt;Who can never return my love &lt;br /&gt;Who can never be mine to love &lt;br /&gt;Never be mine to cherish &lt;br /&gt;Never be mine to comfort &lt;br /&gt;Never be mine to spend forever with &lt;br /&gt;Never be mine to hug &lt;br /&gt;Never be mine to kiss &lt;br /&gt;Such are the ironies of love &lt;br /&gt;You can give up everything &lt;br /&gt;You can be anything &lt;br /&gt;You can do anything &lt;br /&gt;For the one you love most &lt;br /&gt;But is she willing to return the favor&lt;br /&gt;Will she love you &lt;br /&gt;Will she give up everything for you&lt;br /&gt;Will she be anything for you &lt;br /&gt;No,she cant be what you want her to be that she don,t want to be &lt;br /&gt;All you can do is to sit in a corner &lt;br /&gt;Ponder &lt;br /&gt;Cry &lt;br /&gt;Write &lt;br /&gt;All of your frustrations and doubts and questions &lt;br /&gt;For life is unfair &lt;br /&gt;Unkind &lt;br /&gt;God is not always there &lt;br /&gt;Your friends are not always &lt;br /&gt;For you &lt;br /&gt;Your life is not always yours &lt;br /&gt;Your fate is not always &lt;br /&gt;Wat you want &lt;br /&gt;And destiny isn't real &lt;br /&gt;Nor happy endings &lt;br /&gt;And ladies and prince charmings &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to cry &lt;br /&gt;Even though its girlish &lt;br /&gt;For someone... &lt;br /&gt;Totally alien &lt;br /&gt;Yet so familiar &lt;br /&gt;So cruel &lt;br /&gt;Yet so sweet &lt;br /&gt;Very ill mannered &lt;br /&gt;Yet so pretty &lt;br /&gt;So demeans me &lt;br /&gt;Yet so encourages me &lt;br /&gt;So makes me look pitiful &lt;br /&gt;Yet makes me feel better &lt;br /&gt;So makes me sorrowful &lt;br /&gt;Yet makes me cheerful &lt;br /&gt;So makes me feel insecure &lt;br /&gt;Yet makes me feel safe &lt;br /&gt;So makes me feel apathetic &lt;br /&gt;Yet broke lethargy in me &lt;br /&gt;So gives me much worries &lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm happy &lt;br /&gt;So pains me &lt;br /&gt;Yet I LOVE HER &lt;br /&gt;So much &lt;br /&gt;And it pains me to see her and do nothing&lt;br /&gt;And it pains me to see her and just stalk away &lt;br /&gt;And it pains me to see her and just sigh &lt;br /&gt;And it pains me to see her and just daydream &lt;br /&gt;And it pains me to see her and just look away &lt;br /&gt;And it pains me to see her and just wish i was with her &lt;br /&gt;Nd it pains me 2 c her and just clench my fist &lt;br /&gt;Nd it greatly pains me to see her and just &lt;br /&gt;Stare &lt;br /&gt;Knowing that she doesn't know how much it pains me love and see her from a distance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-7930056946562530419?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7930056946562530419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=7930056946562530419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/7930056946562530419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/7930056946562530419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-7300608828193407020</id><published>2009-03-30T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:14:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't be like that</title><content type='html'>Tell me your angry&lt;br /&gt;That your terribly upset being with me&lt;br /&gt;That your smiles are just masks&lt;br /&gt;That those laughters are rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;That those looks are just a deception&lt;br /&gt;That those words are lies&lt;br /&gt;Never Ever&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that those are real&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be hurt more&lt;br /&gt;I would fol myself again&lt;br /&gt;I would harbor delusions once more&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights again&lt;br /&gt;Im tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm too spent&lt;br /&gt;But i'd still continue&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's what my heart says..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-7300608828193407020?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7300608828193407020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=7300608828193407020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/7300608828193407020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/7300608828193407020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-dont-be-like-that.html' title='Please don&apos;t be like that'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-3557331939132632773</id><published>2009-03-30T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:13:03.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me Free Myself from You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-3557331939132632773?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3557331939132632773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=3557331939132632773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/3557331939132632773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/3557331939132632773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/help-me-free-myself-from-you.html' title='Help me Free Myself from You'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-5668293528182586661</id><published>2009-03-30T09:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:11:24.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentiments</title><content type='html'>Sitting outside aimlessly looking at the stars, I could not help but to think of you. Your bright eyes could've been a great addition to those stars. A sober compliment from a sober boy like me. Great, I could not afford to be sentimental now. Couldn't I? I've always been sentimental, cherishing everything that comes from those persons that compasses my life. From you. Especially the few moments in my life with which you have had a part. Here I go again. I hate it when i go like this. Reminiscing. It brings about another session of sweet torture for me, hindering my long-suffering plan of ever moving on and throwing me back again to a sub-real world with which you're with me. Not easy, I assure you. A few moments to savor a love that will never be mutual. A few moments of bliss. And then reality. The realization that we'll never be stings the hardest. As if a great hand squeezes my heart. Yeah, heart. That forsaken thing. You could only imagine how my heart reacts whenever you're near or you're talking to me. And that makes me remember, one time we're talking, I'm shaking! Good thing no one else saw it. Talking to you. I control myself hard else words I never had the courage to tell you slip from my tonque. There was one time wherein I almost, almost told you those words. Fortunately I got hold of myself, wheew! I know nothing would come out of us even if I ever tell you, just the respect of my heart for a coward like me. Acceptance is a long, long way ahead. To tell you the truth I haven't really accepted it, still hoping for something, a compromise perhaps? Self-redemption is also distant, I could only hope to forgive myself for falling to you. I'm not saying you're not worthy to fall into, rather, you're just too perfect for me. You're just not meant for me. That hurts. A lot, if you'd like to ask. It would take time, I know, to fully accept that this battle is lost from the beginning. And it would take much longer time to accept that we could never be more than what we are now, that this love will never be mutual, that we're just friends (are we?) no more, no less..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-5668293528182586661?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5668293528182586661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=5668293528182586661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/5668293528182586661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/5668293528182586661'/><link 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/&gt;You said he does not appreciate you &lt;br /&gt;I said maybe he does, it's a boy's thing &lt;br /&gt;But within, I'm filled with rage &lt;br /&gt;Why would he do that to someone as special as you?&lt;br /&gt;You said he doesn't seen to care &lt;br /&gt;I said boys do case but seldom show it &lt;br /&gt;You said you can't feel his love &lt;br /&gt;I said love is greater when it is not felt &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hug you and never let go &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you I'll treasure you &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you I LOVE YOU....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-7422647594868536324?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7422647594868536324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-147996151182206137</id><published>2009-03-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:10:02.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental</title><content type='html'>Decadence took hold of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees for everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;A fallen sarcophagus of some long forgotten magnificence&lt;br /&gt;A manifestation of how far love could drag down it's unlucky prey&lt;br /&gt;You stared at me&lt;br /&gt;Pity me not, I said hoarsely&lt;br /&gt;You shooked your head&lt;br /&gt;Soft words you spoke&lt;br /&gt;Soothing to the ears yet poison for the heart&lt;br /&gt;And then you turned away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me half-dead&lt;br /&gt;Despite of myself, I whispered, I Love You&lt;br /&gt;But you were gone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-147996151182206137?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/147996151182206137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=147996151182206137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/147996151182206137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/147996151182206137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentimental.html' title='Sentimental'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-8878650132299023533</id><published>2009-03-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:09:24.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I cant sort out your lies&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think that you care&lt;br /&gt;but all I see is how you care for him&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fool myself&lt;br /&gt;I picture you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;always with me&lt;br /&gt;yet I cant go on Pretending forever&lt;br /&gt;I wake myself up&lt;br /&gt;tears brimming in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;reassuring myself&lt;br /&gt;that there are 3 billion girls out there&lt;br /&gt;I prayed a prayer in my mind&lt;br /&gt;praying that love i could find&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleading, Will you?&lt;br /&gt;At least take out this mask&lt;br /&gt;in my face&lt;br /&gt;so that I could at least tell you&lt;br /&gt;how much I care&lt;br /&gt;how much I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-8878650132299023533?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8878650132299023533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=8878650132299023533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/8878650132299023533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/8878650132299023533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-look-in-your-eyes-i-cant-sort-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-273040709189387342</id><published>2009-03-30T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:07:38.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Opener</title><content type='html'>You think your so wise.. You think no one could best you, let alone catch up with you.. You largely ignored others' capabilities as either too paltry or too scant.. You are so confident that you think of everyone as inferior compareD to you.. You judged others tremendously yet can't accept others' comments against you.. You wanted so badly to show how great you have become.. So badly to show off.. In defense of your insatiable and unrelenting PRIDE and of the lies you had been telling yourself, you were so keen on pointing out flaws in the 1st secti0n, that you yourself once did.. And they are aghast at you.. You made so many enemies, that you became so insecure and quite dubious of who you really are.. They opened your eyes.. Expounded every bit of self-doubt you had long ago buried.. Outwardly, your so firm.. Determined.. So people around you can't see how hurt you were.. How with every smirk and biting comment you made, your breaking inside.. That no matter how hard you try not to bother abouT what they said, a part of you believes it's true.. Too bad, isn't it, that the one thing that's been with you ever since: pride, has betrayed you.. You changed.. A lot.. And, your such a LIAR.. Playing with your heart as if it's a toy.. Lying even with the person you most cared for.. What a Liar you have become.. Lying as if its a natural thing.. Teasing your friends with things you also have in you.. Pretending is also your specialty.. Your such a great pretender that you always managed to fool the people around you.. You even managed to pull out of sitaati0ns with w/c your lies weer sorted out.. Pretending with HER is a real pain for you right? For your heart won't stop vying for HER.. If only people around you can see how you shake while talking to her.. How your eyes averted her's.. How you managed to drown your heart's cries to tell her how u feel.. How u managed to smile even if your crying inside.. How hard for you to weave stories about someone for her suspicions to subside.. How hard you try not to stammer or spill your long kept secret.. How you hated yourself after conversations for not telLing her that you love her.. Pretty pathetic for such a liar like you.. You're also a schemer.. Scheming thIngs have become your pastime.. Your greatest achievements and frustrati0ns could be traced with your scheming.. And yet you won't stop.. Sufferring chronic disappointments in exchange for a few minutes of bliss.. You have been waiting for too long, RIGHT? For the m0ment that you might strike again, against those persons who insulted you.. For the moment you would stop lying and pretending, especialLy to HER once and for all.. For the moment of truth whence you'll be able to accept how WRONG YOU ARE FROM THE START..&lt;br /&gt;I hate you..&lt;br /&gt;To myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-273040709189387342?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/273040709189387342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=273040709189387342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/273040709189387342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/273040709189387342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/eye-opener.html' title='Eye Opener'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-4920821613375994679</id><published>2009-03-30T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:06:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell S60</title><content type='html'>[CENTER]I'm deep pondering what had happened&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity Fate has thrown my way&lt;br /&gt;To my long search an end&lt;br /&gt;The product of a very long day&lt;br /&gt;And now what I sought I see&lt;br /&gt;I failed to found in S60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft breeze of multitasking&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed for the sake of having&lt;br /&gt;A large touchscreen for web browsing&lt;br /&gt;And for a decent video clip viewing&lt;br /&gt;Switching allegiance is not easy&lt;br /&gt;So please forgive me S60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old N70me never failed me&lt;br /&gt;Save for some times it really had to&lt;br /&gt;But I had to swap it with a heavy sigh&lt;br /&gt;For a Sony Ericsson P990i&lt;br /&gt;I know S60 will be the future for me&lt;br /&gt;But for now, FAREWELL TO YOU S60..[/CENTER]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-4920821613375994679?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4920821613375994679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=4920821613375994679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/4920821613375994679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/4920821613375994679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/farewell-s60.html' title='Farewell S60'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-2277924803617308795</id><published>2009-03-30T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:04:25.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Love</title><content type='html'>Suffering patiently by myself&lt;br /&gt;Softly wishIng that my heart won't break&lt;br /&gt;You've broken me just for love's foolish sake&lt;br /&gt;Smiling i swallowed the lump in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I said,"stop lamenting for that turncoat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading plastic smiles are all that you lefT&lt;br /&gt;When we were togethr in that sweet place&lt;br /&gt;Absurd fantasies that will never be&lt;br /&gt;Us being togethr just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im still clutching that queer secret&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside the center of my soul&lt;br /&gt;This love that wilL take any kind of toll&lt;br /&gt;This love that wil last 'til my very end&lt;br /&gt;Could you,just once,thine heart you lend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you smile to me anymore,so please&lt;br /&gt;Take away those lipS with its rending kiss&lt;br /&gt;However you and those times i would miSs&lt;br /&gt;So the thIng i would never have is Peace&lt;br /&gt;Because of this love that will never cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God and to those in heaven,i pray&lt;br /&gt;To you frustrated words i shall not say&lt;br /&gt;And never to swear or curse that day&lt;br /&gt;When you set my heart for a mean chld's play&lt;br /&gt;So 'til now tributes i'll forever pay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be an island of no man&lt;br /&gt;A drifting dream that wilL be far away&lt;br /&gt;Be proud you've broken a confident one&lt;br /&gt;You wilL always hold me under your sway&lt;br /&gt;A fitting end for a make believe tale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-2277924803617308795?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2277924803617308795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=2277924803617308795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/2277924803617308795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/2277924803617308795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/innocent-love.html' title='Innocent Love'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-6048553044713919049</id><published>2009-03-30T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:03:35.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calling of the Left</title><content type='html'>Leftism is the tendency of a person to challenge orthodox views to see a change in the way things are. Leftists believe in the equality of all people. Then why am I so fascinated in this. I believe that all people are equal. Some might be stronger,wiser or wealthier but we all have rights. We earned these rights the moment we were born. These rights are: to be free,to live and to pursue happiness. Even if we are different racially that doesn't make a difference. Those rights are given to us by the Supreme Being we had chosen to believe. I also think that the government should be directly answerable to the people it serve. True democracy can only be achieve if all of the people in a nation participates, if all of the people in a nation cares. Other than that, any supposed-to-be democratic nations that is not run thru direct democracy can only be considered as an oligarchy, an alliance of the rich and the powerful each one pulling a string on the supposedly powerful executive. That's the reason why they have stayed in power too much. That's the reason why the our country and numerous else third world countries have not developed at all. Economists, staticticians, bankers and other persons might say differently but let's not forget they are the same oligarchs whose support the government craves for. They will show graphs, paper showing the economy prospered and continues to prosper, statistics about how greatly improved the common way of life has, but does it really matter for the millions of people who view each day as some kind of survival of the fittest, wherein if they won't work, they won't eat? That's the very reason leftism holds such a charm on these people, us. We aren't born well-endowed, let alone powerful but we still believe that change would never take place unless we take the initiative and work for ourselves because we know that even though the government talks all day and night about how concerned it is, it simply does not have the will to initiate a change. Will the leftist change that we will be superimposing on our nation be successful or will it plunge us deeper? We might never know but we will be sure of one thing: we made a difference and that's what it's all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-6048553044713919049?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6048553044713919049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=6048553044713919049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/6048553044713919049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/6048553044713919049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/calling-of-left.html' title='The Calling of the Left'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-8687859571682858417</id><published>2008-11-07T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:11:16.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For the english project'/><title type='text'>Untitled (for the project in english)</title><content type='html'>Darkness loomed over the horizon of the Bacchanal city, Eleusina. Ashen faces of people kept on looking over the city walls, as if an unseen enemy is threatening the city. Conversations are little more than whisphers and the last vestiges of the recent celebrations were cast down. It has been a week since the city was last attacked, the attack coincided with the Eleusinian Mysteries and all were unprepared then. A lot of them died and a part of the walls was broken. The walls were hastily repaired and strengthened, and only later that they discovered that all Bacchanal cities were attacked that day. Refugees streamed to Eleusina, people with the same convictions, people with the same allegiance. A handful of Bacchanal cities were captured that day, inhabitants massacred and the cities razed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-8687859571682858417?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8687859571682858417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=8687859571682858417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/8687859571682858417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/8687859571682858417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled-for-project-in-english.html' title='Untitled (for the project in english)'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080746550686787299.post-9128352996592818573</id><published>2008-11-07T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:20:23.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>Why Sentifreak?</title><content type='html'>Emo's the trend nowadays, I decided to be different. I'm not that concerned with how I dress, as long as I'm comfortable. I'm not into rock music with no sense and mindless shouting (screamo?), I like sentimental music the most. I dont like lacerations too. Like most young people these days, I'm tormented by my heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7080746550686787299-9128352996592818573?l=sentifreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9128352996592818573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7080746550686787299&amp;postID=9128352996592818573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/9128352996592818573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080746550686787299/posts/default/9128352996592818573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentifreak.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-sentifreak.html' title='Why Sentifreak?'/><author><name>Sentifreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321612898037818426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
