<?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-6378863796642347024</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:33:00.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for something...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378863796642347024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>waiting for something...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HCTC-X3101o/SE1gmhSKjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i3Cv7iCSyRQ/S220/orangesunset1web.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378863796642347024.post-3419692907643017075</id><published>2008-08-09T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:16:34.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this song hits the spot!</title><content type='html'>Take time to realize, That your warmth is&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down on in.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize, That I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you, You know it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I can't spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized, &lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;We missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:] &lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;This all can pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain:]&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you, &lt;br /&gt;You know it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I can't spell it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If you just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;We missed out on each other but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3:] &lt;br /&gt;It's not all the same&lt;br /&gt;No it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;If you would meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;And we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;We'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;Realize, &lt;br /&gt;realize&lt;br /&gt;Realize, &lt;br /&gt;realize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HCTC-X3101o/SE1gmhSKjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i3Cv7iCSyRQ/S220/orangesunset1web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378863796642347024.post-1875063550908546057</id><published>2008-07-07T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:42:17.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blabber!</title><content type='html'>i was moping this morning when i decided to just study for my advert practical test so that i can be productive..anyway, i was just browsing my email when it suddenly dawned on me that my horoscope folder has 100 messages already and so i decided to tackle it first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a believer of this horoscope thing but sometimes it's just fun to read and draw conclusions from there.. so i checked my love tarot just so i can prove my theory that this horoscope stuff is just b**ls**t but i was in for the biggest surprise of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The King of Wands card reversed suggests that you should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;try not to torment yourself over the past or over that which you can not control, especially through denial,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which could make for a defensive attitude. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be open to a move or to reassessing relationship goals, for there may be little or nothing left to get out of this situation as it stands now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch out for a tendency to drown in nostalgia, for reminiscing over past achievements take precedence over planning for future endeavors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That could intimate that the glory days or passionate adventures are all behind you. Use this energy to plug your relationship or love life back into a power source. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa! way creepy! i was really tormenting myself this morning that i just had to call a friend and vent out.. because i'm afraid that my fears will eventually turn out to be real..that we (my ex and I) are not really meant for each other...so what the f**k?? even the heavens are sending signals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378863796642347024-1875063550908546057?l=inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1875063550908546057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378863796642347024&amp;postID=1875063550908546057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationships&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I was missing or why I ain't listen&lt;br /&gt;When I told myself that was it&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go, hurt again&lt;br /&gt;Cause of my curiousity&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be _____&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;(But) I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call meI'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;But this time it's different&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame in a way cause&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh&lt;br /&gt;Will my true love ever be?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I go on a search again&lt;br /&gt;When I know what the end will be&lt;br /&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I keep it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep going through life&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of what I missed&lt;br /&gt;And the person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Love's good when it's right&lt;br /&gt;And when it's left in your memory&lt;br /&gt;All the times I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;(But) I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to doI know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone (I used to hate it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, oh feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me (knockin' at my door)&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because (it's the best day of my life)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you (oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over you&lt;br /&gt;It ain't even a problem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HCTC-X3101o/SE1gmhSKjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i3Cv7iCSyRQ/S220/orangesunset1web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378863796642347024.post-4003110605445517731</id><published>2008-07-05T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:28:09.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better in Time</title><content type='html'>It's been the longest winter without you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where to turn to&lt;br /&gt;See somehow I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going coming thought I heard a knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there no one&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice you mean everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'ma be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus: ]&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time How could I could I turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;When there's something there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Was it all that easy To just put aside your feelings&lt;br /&gt;If I'm dreaming don't wanna let Hurt my feelings but that's the path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in And I know that time will heal it&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice boy you meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'ma be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus: ]&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time Since there's no more you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's time I let you go So I can be free&lt;br /&gt;And live my life how it should be&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus: ]&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378863796642347024-4003110605445517731?l=inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HCTC-X3101o/SE1gmhSKjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i3Cv7iCSyRQ/S220/orangesunset1web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378863796642347024.post-7386363178297947294</id><published>2008-06-24T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:20:32.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best love of your life but he is not the one....</title><content type='html'>my friend apple said this line to me last week and it was only now that the gravity of the statement hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You may be the best love of his life BUT you are not THE ONE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can this be true? will this be a possibility... nakakatakot ung answer:( and right now..honestly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may be true for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378863796642347024-7386363178297947294?l=inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HCTC-X3101o/SE1gmhSKjUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i3Cv7iCSyRQ/S220/orangesunset1web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378863796642347024.post-2302790731489500538</id><published>2008-06-10T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:14:15.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on the question..what is love?</title><content type='html'>a question we are always in search for the right answer.. but how do we really know if it's love, lust, infatuation or whatever sh*t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for the right answer the last 6 years..because i thought i've found the one.. but i guess i'm just afraid to accept the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is simple... it's the expectation and our other human nature that destroys everything it holds true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving means that in order for him to stay..i should love him and never expect anything in return...to just let him be..and believe that he loves me without proof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, i should just let him go and accept that we are not meant to be.. and so i did...and i ended up being heart broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's my story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've fallen in love with my best friend, the very person i don't want to lose ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...but this nagging feeling of wanting more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;made me took the leap..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found the person who will be there when i'm sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'll take care of me when i'm sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'll be with me through everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but expectations took its toll on us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned to asked for what is fair...the right amount of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story book ending kinda thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expected him to be a hero who'll rescue me from witches and take me to his castle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expected him to be more than what he really is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted him to love me more than anything and anyone in this world.. that i would be enough to conquer his fears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted him to feel the love that i have for him...the strange feeling that would make you endure your differences and stay despite everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it ended... 6 years.. finally over.. no ifs, no buts, no nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i finally answered this question, i finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;Love can't be defined, it can't be explained, nor it can be learned and just pass on the learning to a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may have the same circumstances but we can never really expect the other person to turn out as we did.. or avoid the mistakes that we did just because we already warned them and poured our hearts to them.. we are alone on this journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone in the sense that we are the only one who can really define it and know if it is love or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a happy feeling..and the only way we can fully understand it is to risk everything and play along...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378863796642347024-2302790731489500538?l=inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2302790731489500538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378863796642347024&amp;postID=2302790731489500538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to just set me aside and keep me waiting..haven't i proven myself worthy of everything that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not The One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my life for you to love me as much as i love you...but you won't budge..won't even reconsider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as Sam Montgomery said: "Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought, useless and disappointing"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378863796642347024-932827807239454021?l=inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebackroomofme.blogspot.com/feeds/932827807239454021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378863796642347024&amp;postID=932827807239454021' title='0 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