<?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-8048800</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:37:26.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAKUNA MATATA!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>hi..i'm joma
my favorite movie is my sassy girl,the classic and the sixth man...i like sports specially basketball, i love music, i wanna be a great guitarist someday....
well that's all.. tnx for dropping by... bye!(^o^)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048800.post-109672115187177073</id><published>2004-10-02T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T06:03:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GONE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHEN SOMEONE IS CLOSE TO YOUR HEART AND SOMETHING UNEXPECTED, SOMETHING UNEXPLAINABLE HAPPENED, OUT OF THE BLUE, THAT SOMEONE STARTED TO AVOID YOU… NOT KNOWING THE REASON WHY, WHAT WOULD YOU PREFER? TO KNOW THE TRUTH OR JUST TO LET IT PASS, LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED, BECAUSE YOUR TOO AFRAID TO FACE THE TRUTH... BUT DEEP INSIDE YOU, YOU KNOW THAT THE TWO OF YOU ARE JUST PRETENDING THAT NOTHING HAPPENED? BECAUSE I DO BELIEVE THAT WHEN SOMETHING IS ALREADY GONE YOU CAN’T BRING IT BACK THE WAY IT USED TO… FOR EXAMPLE, WHEN A FRESH EGG OR A FLOWER VASE IS BROKEN, EVEN IF YOU GLUE ALL ITS PARTS TOGETHER AGAIN, YOU CAN MAYBE MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A FRESH EGG AGAIN OR A BRAND NEW FLOWER VASE BUT DEEP INSIDE THAT EGG OR THAT VASE ARE THE MARKS OF THE DAMAGE THAT HAS BEEN DONE AND IT WILL FOREVER BE THERE AND CAN NEVER BE ERASED… OR IN FRIENDSHIPS OR RELATIONSHIPS, IF IN THESE RELATIONSHIPS, (IT DOESN’T MATTER IF IT’S BETWEEN FRIENDS OR LOVERS), ONCE A GAP OR A DENT IS FORMED, EVEN IF YOU COMPROMISE, THERE WOULD STILL BE THAT DISTANCE BETWEEN THE PEOPLE INVOLVE YOU CAN’T ERASE… BECAUSE OF THE BROKEN TRUST THE PEOPLE HAD MADE… JUST BECAUSE OF A SIMPLE MISTAKE… EVERYTHING IS GONE…… DO YOU BELIEVE THAT ONCE A DENT IS FORMED, THERE WOULD ALWAYS BE A DENT… A FRIEND TOLD ME THAT AND WHAT SCARED ME THE MOST WAS THE FEELING OF BEING LEFT ALONE, IT SCARED ME BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT I’D LOSE HER… I HOPE THAT EVEN WHEN SHE’S ALREADY FAR FROM ME, I COULD STILL SEE HER EVEN JUST TO WATCH HER FROM A FAR… JUST TO SEE IS SHE’S DOING OK OR IF SHE’S LONELY AND CRYING… BUT IT WON’T BE LONG, SOON, SHE’LL GO FAR FAR AWAY FROM ME… AWAY FROM THE WORLD THAT WE'VE BEEN LIVIN' IN OUR WHOLE DAMN LIFE... BUT IT WON’T MATTER BECAUSE SHE WAS NEVER MINE… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109672115187177073?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/feeds/109672115187177073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048800&amp;postID=109672115187177073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109672115187177073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109672115187177073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/10/gone.html' title='GONE'/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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-8048800.post-109437575379131644</id><published>2004-09-05T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T02:15:53.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANOTHER USED TO BE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I brought you here&lt;br /&gt;So that I can express&lt;br /&gt;The things I've been thinkin’ bout&lt;br /&gt;Give me your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;’Coz i don't normally do this&lt;br /&gt;So bare with me through this&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things&lt;br /&gt;That I want to say&lt;br /&gt;But let me start by simply saying&lt;br /&gt;I thank you. darling just because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I used to love someone that I didn't like&lt;br /&gt;We used to want to break up every other night.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think relationships were a lot of stress&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that pain was a part of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's changed since you've come my way&lt;br /&gt;But i don't want us to becomeanother used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;Don't discourage you&lt;br /&gt;In any kind of way&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz I do believe&lt;br /&gt;That you have the potential&lt;br /&gt;To be everything I need.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can really understand&lt;br /&gt;That I would hate to be with someone new&lt;br /&gt;And tell them what I'm telling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;’Coz it would only be another waste of time&lt;br /&gt;And all the moment to be raised I would bout my mind&lt;br /&gt;Another memory a part of history&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget ‘coz it keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;Now that your here is evidently clear&lt;br /&gt;But i don't ever have to have this worry again again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109437575379131644?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/feeds/109437575379131644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048800&amp;postID=109437575379131644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109437575379131644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109437575379131644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-used-to-be-verse-1-i-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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-8048800.post-109430568043986248</id><published>2004-09-04T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T06:48:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yahoo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1616/1024/19hyori.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1616/400/19hyori.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109430568043986248?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109430568043986248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109430568043986248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/09/yahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048800.post-109430552353039166</id><published>2004-09-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T06:45:23.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....i'm sleepy.......zzzZZZZ&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1616/1024/13hyori.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1616/400/13hyori.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109430552353039166?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109430552353039166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109430552353039166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048800.post-109430450602054442</id><published>2004-09-04T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T06:28:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pretty hyori...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1616/1024/hyori200309250003_0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1616/400/hyori200309250003_0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109430450602054442?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109430450602054442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109430450602054442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/09/pretty-hyori.html' title=''/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048800.post-109413246687049263</id><published>2004-09-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T06:41:06.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A FRIEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;JUST A FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's hard to get over someone you love, when you can't accept the fact that the person doesn't like you, but when you know that the person is happy, then it is easier for you to let go, because if you really love that person, then you should be happy when that person is happy... and to know that you aren't the one who can make that person happy... for me it really hurts... 'cuz it makes me feel like i'm a total loser... even though you're willing to do anything for that person, even though you'd give everything up for that person, but it is still not enough to make that person love you or even like you... it really hurts to know that you can only be a friend... just a friend... wh0oooo.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know why i chose this topic, maybe because i know people who are having a hard time getting over someone they love... maybe because i've heard too many stories about one-sided love... or maybe because i can relate to it.... i don't know if i'm trying to avoid this feeling, or am i just fooling myself, but i want to think that i'm through with this... i want to think that i had let go of my feelings and most of all, i want to believe that i've already graduated from this foolish feeling that has been taking over my whole being for such a long time... maybe i am just fooling myself...maybe this is just a make believe... or maybe... i still can't accept the fact that i'm just a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, that's all i can share... can you relate? hehe i hope other PEOPLE would learn how to accept the choices of the one they love... and just accept that they can only be friends..... forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109413246687049263?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/feeds/109413246687049263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048800&amp;postID=109413246687049263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109413246687049263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109413246687049263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-friend.html' title='JUST A FRIEND!'/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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-8048800.post-109405636457269534</id><published>2004-09-02T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T07:14:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my place...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;MY PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeahmmm no(oooo)mmmhmm no&lt;br /&gt;I used to pride myself on being the other man&lt;br /&gt;But now its flipped and I dont want u with no other man&lt;br /&gt;Why cant u understand that anything Im offering&lt;br /&gt;I gave u the world but u just wanted arguing&lt;br /&gt;From the time I picked u up,until the time I dropped u off again&lt;br /&gt;Even flipped out on me at the mall again "Its all his fault again"&lt;br /&gt;Thats what u tellin all ya friends I aint pointin fingers ma&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna call again see how ya day goin,&lt;br /&gt;I know they stressin on ya, I know them times get hard,&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I'm checkin on ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's yours truly ma, I got a little message for ya&lt;br /&gt;Anything he can do, girl I can do it betta for ya, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;When we laugh or we cry, its together&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain and the stormiest weather&lt;br /&gt;We gon still be as one its foreva,its foreva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Wont you come on and go with me(come and go with me bab-y)&lt;br /&gt;(ooo girl)come on ova to my place (my place) (my place) (ooo naw)&lt;br /&gt;Wont u sit ya self down and take a seat&lt;br /&gt;And let me ease your mind girl&lt;br /&gt;We gon do it our way (ooo naw) (our way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard your friend told a friend that told a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;That u was thinkin that we should do it one more time&lt;br /&gt;If this aint the truth, then hopefully its not a lie&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I aint got no issues with hittin' that another time&lt;br /&gt;We never had a problem gettin it done&lt;br /&gt;Disagreed upon alot ma, but the sex wasnt one&lt;br /&gt;And check it, I know u get excited (still) when I come round and bite it (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Quit frownin up and quit actin like u dont like it I like it, (I know you like it)&lt;br /&gt;I like it, (You really like it) I really, really like it I want it&lt;br /&gt;(You really want it) adore it, (adore it) so come with me enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawty where ya been (girl where ya been)&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a long time, long, long time since I seen ya&lt;br /&gt;Yes it has girl, when I know I said some fu**** up things to u before&lt;br /&gt;But girl u know I didnt mean it (I didnt mean one single word)&lt;br /&gt;(I neva meant one single word) If I could take back every word I would and more fo shoIf&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you believe it (would u believe it?)&lt;br /&gt;(Hey girl)cause u make my life so convenient for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont u sit ya self down and take a seat&lt;br /&gt;And let me ease ya mind&lt;br /&gt;We gon do it our way(ooo naw)[2x]&lt;br /&gt;I like it, (I know you like it) I like it, (You really like it)&lt;br /&gt;I really, really like it I want it, (You really want it) adore it,&lt;br /&gt;(Adore it) so come with me enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge][2x]&lt;br /&gt;When we laugh and we cry, its together&lt;br /&gt;Throught the rain and the stormiest weather&lt;br /&gt;We gon still be as one its foreva, its foreva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i really like this song by nelly 'cuz of it's melody... well, i hope you would like it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109405636457269534?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/feeds/109405636457269534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048800&amp;postID=109405636457269534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109405636457269534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109405636457269534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-place.html' title='my place...!!!'/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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-8048800.post-109396097356673953</id><published>2004-08-31T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:35:35.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the invisible reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE INVISIBLE REALITY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when you wish somebody happiness... and the only person that can make that somebody happy is gone... then you can't do anything to make that person go back...the only thing you can do is watch that somebody suffer, you can't even make that somebody smile even in such a short time, just to make that somebody forget all it's troubles.... and knowing that you can't do anything to make that somebody feel better, doesn't it make you feel useless? doesn't it make you feel incomplete? and most of all doesn't it make you feel like a super duper loser? a loser in many ways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so loser that you would wish to just disappear and be invisible....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry if i don't have anything to say... hehe i just picked a topic to talk about...and just comment on anything to talk about if you want to.... thanx....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109396097356673953?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/feeds/109396097356673953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048800&amp;postID=109396097356673953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109396097356673953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109396097356673953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/08/invisible-reality.html' title='the invisible reality'/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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-8048800.post-109369093327974789</id><published>2004-08-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:38:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry guy friend... :c</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SORRY GUY FRIEND... :C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;last night my friend called me, she told me that she's sorry because she told my guy friend the secret that she wasn't suppose to tell him.... i don't really know how to react, i was shocked, and at the same time pissed! but she told me sorry and she was crying!!! what am i supposed to say, so i told her it's fine, but actually deep inside i wanna break her face and bury her alive! but i feel better now just a little bit annoyed, i got mad because i trusted her, and i was hoping that the secret would stop with her, the mistake is my guy friend told me something secret about froop (my friend who called me last night) and i accidentally told proop about it and proop (i don't know if it's an accident) but she told froop about it! then last night froop told all about it to my guy friend... all i'm thinking about is what if mr. guy friend don't trust me anymore, we even call each other best friend, what kind of best friend would disappoint her best friend! anyway it's fine now, i can't turn back time so there's nothing i can do about it anymore... i just hope he would forgive me and still trust me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109369093327974789?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/feeds/109369093327974789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048800&amp;postID=109369093327974789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109369093327974789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109369093327974789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/08/sorry-guy-friend-c.html' title='sorry guy friend... :c'/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048800.post-109349411859540546</id><published>2004-08-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:39:42.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT A DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was our exam in Chinese when my teacher left us after giving the test, me and my friend decided to Xerox reviewers, but when we got back to the classroom, we found out our teacher was very mad.. hehe (she always gets angry with the two of us).. She made us stand for a long time, along with my other classmates who came to&lt;em&gt; kuya enteng&lt;/em&gt;.. She really made me pissed.. She tried to talk to our adviser and told her that we are always sleeping in her class blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;So the bell rang.. Dismissal time.. proop, bloop, choop (that's my friends) and me went to the mall, I’ve forgotten why but when we got there I met hell! i met the person who made me curse the world! (well, not really) but i thought, of all the people that i can meet here? why she?! oh my goodness!!! then, my cool head got back when she dissapeared... when we were calling a taxi to go home, there's this samaritas bastard who let us pay more than what we should pay, we tried to complain but he looks like he's gonna eat us alive so we just paid him the amount he wants us to pay... he even cussed chinese words, but it does not fit him!!!hahahaha he looks like one of the &lt;em&gt;kurimao&lt;/em&gt; boys in my neighborhood.. we tried to call the number in his taxi but it was a house so we couldn't complain him, we just let go of that... so that's how my lucky day was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048800-109349411859540546?l=fushfushee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/feeds/109349411859540546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048800&amp;postID=109349411859540546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109349411859540546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048800/posts/default/109349411859540546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fushfushee.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-day.html' title='what a day!'/><author><name>joma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188987249828418435</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>
