<?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-10977367</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:15:49.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;D*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xbeshu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10977367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xbeshu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>beshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937146114011430718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d64/beshgooo/d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10977367.post-114414722587991344</id><published>2006-04-04T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T03:40:25.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Bottom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♣ &lt;/span&gt;"Love is giving someone your heart, but trusting them not to break it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♣ &lt;/span&gt;"When you have that bright smile and twinkle in your eye, only a true friend will see you are about to break down and cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why does everything have to hit me so hard? I've been living a lie, full of dreams I can't even strive for and achieve. What the hell is the matter with my life? At this moment, I'm at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rock bottom&lt;/span&gt;. Too much delimas to fix; it keeps piling up on me! Everything is ruined for me, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it hurts&lt;/span&gt;. Finishing high school and going to college is not even part of me right now. I can't get my brain to function, though I want to ironically. I just want to rest for a bit; better yet for the rest of my life! I can live with my job ($200+ a week), but how about my part as a family member? To serve food at the table, to pay gas and electricity, do groceries, do households, etc. I am nothing if I don't help my mom suck it all up as well. Yeah, there is so much more to that! You think I don't have problems, well I do. The smile, jokes and that "dorkness" in me fools you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing this is the part where the whole self-confidence has to fall apart. Good thing I had and have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Only if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; knew that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the only one I trust &lt;/span&gt;with those kinds of personal issues. Oh, how I wish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are reading this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; have proven to me that caring side of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; is still alive, which crushes me even more. (I loathe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for not knowing that!) It's just too bad we are not as close as we were, and how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; "promised" me before, but I still thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for being such a good friend... atleast sometimes. Hey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone deserves more than a second chance&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I did bump my head: literally and figuratively, just to realize that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it sucks&lt;/span&gt;. Pft, screw the American Dream once in the news: love for the family is better than that! Although, I find it hard to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;them: I'm full of hatred &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever since I got broken&lt;/span&gt;. (Yes, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!) So what if I am a "Drama Queen?" There's nothing you can do about it. And I can prove that you are too. Anyway, the temper is getting a little out of control. So until then... as if anyone is reading this stupid blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to let it out though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10977367-114414722587991344?l=xbeshu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xbeshu.blogspot.com/feeds/114414722587991344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10977367&amp;postID=114414722587991344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10977367/posts/default/114414722587991344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10977367/posts/default/114414722587991344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xbeshu.blogspot.com/2006/04/rock-bottom.html' title='Rock Bottom'/><author><name>beshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937146114011430718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d64/beshgooo/d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10977367.post-110914049148807403</id><published>2005-02-22T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:34:51.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain &lt;^&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hate the rain, especailly when I'm not in the mood.&lt;/strong&gt; When it's raining and stupid stuff happens, I get to be so lazy and mad/sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I made myself finish our assigned work as soon as possible that way I get to chill a bit. (I needed that time to just hang-out anyway.) Boy, I don't even know if I did well on my Spanish test. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; another stupidity was kicking &lt;a href="goto:RON"&gt;Ron&lt;/a&gt; without even knowing the blame is not on him, but &lt;a href="goto:DENNIS"&gt;Dennis&lt;/a&gt;. Now, I owe &lt;a href="goto:RON"&gt;Ronron&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was fun, mostly beacause of the &lt;strong&gt;food fight&lt;/strong&gt;. (Gotta' love that!) We had the dopest food fight today even though it was pouring hard. We had a "food war"; the Filipino&amp;Asian C-Trackers against the Filipino B-Trackers who hang-out at the basketball courts. ;D* Milk, oranges, orange juice, apples, etc. were flying all over. We almost got hit, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was suppose to finish a book today according to my schedule, but the hell with it... it's raining. ;]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10977367-110914049148807403?l=xbeshu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xbeshu.blogspot.com/feeds/110914049148807403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10977367&amp;postID=110914049148807403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10977367/posts/default/110914049148807403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10977367/posts/default/110914049148807403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xbeshu.blogspot.com/2005/02/rain.html' title='Rain &lt;^&gt;'/><author><name>beshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937146114011430718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d64/beshgooo/d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10977367.post-110901315574001179</id><published>2005-02-21T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:18:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>Finally got me a &lt;strong&gt;Blogspot&lt;/strong&gt;. (Credits to &lt;a href="http://tsingkeet.blogspot.com"&gt;Jyra&lt;/a&gt;) I don't know what to do with it though. &lt;strong&gt;Experts, I need help.&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should be cleaning my room, but I decided to make a layout for this site. Anyway, I got to go clean my messy room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10977367-110901315574001179?l=xbeshu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xbeshu.blogspot.com/feeds/110901315574001179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10977367&amp;postID=110901315574001179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10977367/posts/default/110901315574001179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10977367/posts/default/110901315574001179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xbeshu.blogspot.com/2005/02/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>beshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937146114011430718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d64/beshgooo/d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
