<?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-11698712</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:14:11.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>super_civious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698712.post-114900598443302585</id><published>2006-05-30T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:19:44.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I'm here again, alone and lonely.. my mahal is not here, she's on a rest day. haaay... anyway, this past few days i'm beginning to realize that everything in this cruel world is not permanent. Everything that has a beginning has it's end, so to speak.. Well maybe there's something wrong with me.. I dunno.. Each time I love, there's always a flaw.. I dunno.. you judge, I never learned. Because I always believe that you don't have to stop loking for love.. It can be found in the strangest places. I love to love. If you ever fall, just love. Don't ask. Right now, i'm just hanging there. Hanging 'til judgement day.. I'll try to be her friend 'til the end, even if she didn't picked me.. even if it'll hurt me more. Even if my fate will haunt me, my conscience forever. Maybe I was born just to love, born to love her.. that's all. This is the first time that I risked my heart completely.. entrusted it's whole fate to someone. Knowing the circumstances are a little bit perverted. I still believe that love is all there is... How I wish that&amp;nbsp;my bebe is the one.. Hoping that someone out there is willing to accept me&amp;nbsp;of who I am and is willing to share her life with me forever. Someone who'll walk with me side by side without thinking of some other things before us... no more confusion, no more hesitation, no more doubts and negativities. Someone that I can call "mine". &lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114900598443302585?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114900598443302585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114900598443302585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114900598443302585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114900598443302585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-im-here-again-alone-and-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-114840141314648827</id><published>2006-05-23T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:23:33.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;for you bebe ko..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Iris&lt;BR&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you &lt;BR&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be &lt;BR&gt;And I don't want to go home right now &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment &lt;BR&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;BR&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over &lt;BR&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;BR&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;BR&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;BR&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;BR&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;BR&gt;When everything seems like the movies &lt;BR&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;BR&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;BR&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;BR&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;I don't want the world to see me &lt;BR&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;BR&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;BR&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;BR&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;BR&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;BR&gt;I just want you to know who I am... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114840141314648827?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11698712.post-114839691894138066</id><published>2006-05-23T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:26:51.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i love you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do i love you?&lt;/strong&gt; i love you not because because you're smart.. it's the way you handle things.. you're so unpredictable.. I love you because you're so cool to be with. I can be myself. I can share almost everything to you.. all my "first times" became a possiblity because of you.. Never have I though that I'll fell in love with someone like you.. so sweet and so kind.. you're actually way out of my league the first time I saw you but then I realized that you're more than everything else.. There's something in you that made me say you're the one..  so unique.. the attitude that separates her amongst other women.. she can say what she wants.. i lover her because of that.. she's tough, she's cool, she's strong, she can be mean.. and she's my girl.. i love everything about you.. you've set the standards, physically. you have a face that could launch a thousand ships a picture that paints a thousand words.. you're beauty.. oooh you're beauty.. leaves me breathless and can take my heart away.. you're smile makes me shiver. my body, frozen. I know that the element of time is not on my side, but i'll love you.. even if take's forever to wait for you i will, if you want me to.. you're situation is confused, i'll still love you.. uncertain of what beholds, i'll always love you.. and i will forever love you. even if there's no reason of loving you.. even if we loose the sweetness.. even if we loose ourselves, you have built a special place in my heart that no one else can ever replace. I love you abby, my bebe.. will you marry me? take me, i'm yours.. till the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114839691894138066?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114839691894138066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114839691894138066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114839691894138066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114839691894138066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-do-i-love-you.html' title='how do i love you?'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-114798032999826310</id><published>2006-05-18T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:25:30.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;It don't matter to me&lt;BR&gt;If you really feel that&lt;BR&gt;You need sometime to be free&lt;BR&gt;Time to go out searching for yourself&lt;BR&gt;Hoping to find time to go, to find&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;And it don't matter to me&lt;BR&gt;If you take up with someone&lt;BR&gt;Who's better than me&lt;BR&gt;because your happiness is all I want&lt;BR&gt;For you to find peace your piece of mind.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;A lot of&amp;nbsp;people have an ego hang-up&lt;BR&gt;because they want to be the only one&lt;BR&gt;How many came before it really doesn't matter&lt;BR&gt;Just as long as you're the last&lt;BR&gt;Everybody's moving on and try to find out&lt;BR&gt;What's been missing in the past&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;And it don't matter to me&lt;BR&gt;If your searching brings you back together with me&lt;BR&gt;because there'll always be&lt;BR&gt;An empty room waiting for you&lt;BR&gt;An open heart waiting for you&lt;BR&gt;Time is on my side&lt;BR&gt;because it don't matter to me&lt;BR&gt;It don't matter to me.... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114798032999826310?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114798032999826310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114798032999826310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114798032999826310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114798032999826310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-dont-matter-to-meif-you-really-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-114738035530802495</id><published>2006-05-11T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:45:55.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;human nature&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;It's a wednesday, still uncertain whether or not our plan that night will push through&amp;nbsp;because bebe just realized that it was her nanay's bday. Well it did pushed through yes but i need to&amp;nbsp;get a beating first because of&amp;nbsp;the indirect answers from her for confirmation and I thought that she is planing to bring along mak (her bf's brother) and she actually thought that I was getting annoyed that time. (well receiving unclear answers will really sizzle your mind), she got irate too because of the way I reacted on my text/s wthout me knowing her side of the story. I realized it's hard for her to text me&amp;nbsp;while mak is around. of course! any wrong move.. will be hell to her. Again, I didnt knew that at first because all the while I was thinking of something else, because of the uncertainty. Anyway, off with the date.. we went to starbucks and ordered our favorite drink/s and engaged on a short chit chat. After that we immediately went to Rolling stones to play billiards. "It was my day!" I said while we're still on the first half of our "race to ten" game. But come the home stretch, she won, fair and square. At first I felt shocked because this was the first time I got beaten... by a girl! and it just so happens that she's my Girlfriend! MAN! wow! For the first time in my entire billiards career that I received such beating from a girl.. well she's my bebe.. Underestimation finally came to an end. A non-believer such as I transformed into it's vice versa.. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;And now, the grand-finale. Are men dogs? is it our instinct to crave for flesh? When we're at Rolling stones, playing billiards.. This certain thought just popped out of my head.. Will this be it? Are we going to finally do it? knowing that it's just the two of us who went out without our friends at sight means something to me.. well.. you know what I mean by that naman right? So I'm just observing her, what her next move will be, having this fuzz on my mind. So it continued.. Busy playing billiards, so eager to be asked what we're going to do next... And then.. BAAAM! off we go.. still hoping for it.. going... going.. gone...! That created a bit of a confusion on my mind.. Am I not that good looking? doesn't she like me, physically? Don't I have the "Sex Appeal" so to speak.. Those are the questions streaming inside my head... And then comes the disappointment.. the frustration.. and, the dreaded term which is "insecurity" followed... So the happiness that is present around me that time suddenly changed into something else.. it changed my mood into something serious.. something not good. I called her up, hoping to get answers, and yep! I got them alright.. Now I know where I stand. She was able to explain to me as to why..contented with the answers, yep! &amp;nbsp;and I embraced it with a sincere heart.. I do respect her after all.. I love her that much..! I got touched and I felt so stupid as to why I am acting that way.. so fucking weird! so fucking not me! We ended up our conversation with a clear and relieved heart.. Sorry bebe.. It won't happen again.. This I promise you... Time and time again.. I love you bebe.. Will you marry me? take me.. I'm all yours...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114738035530802495?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114738035530802495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114738035530802495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114738035530802495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114738035530802495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/05/human-nature-its-wednesday-still.html' title=''/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-114701387587491043</id><published>2006-05-07T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T08:14:16.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The One You Love by Glenn Frey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you need a friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone you can talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who will understand what you're going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When it comes to love, there's no easy answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only you can say what you're gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I heard you on the phone, you took his number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Said you weren't alone, but you'd call him soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isn't he the guy, the guy who left you cryin'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isn't he the one who made you blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you remember those nights in his arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know you gotta make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna stay with the one&lt;br /&gt;who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or are you goin' back to the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's gonna cry when they know&lt;br /&gt;they've lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's gonna thank the stars above&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna say when he comes over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's no easy way to see this through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the broken dreams, all the&lt;br /&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh girl, what you gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your heart keeps sayin' it's just not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But still you gotta make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna stay with the one&lt;br /&gt;who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or are you goin' back to the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's gonna cry when they know they've lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's gonna thank the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114701387587491043?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114701387587491043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114701387587491043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114701387587491043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114701387587491043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-you-love.html' title='the one you love'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-114694998911484528</id><published>2006-05-06T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T07:42:22.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's another sad day for me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are we afraid to face the truth? the reality? why, for so long, we are haunted by mistakes, still we are committing the same mistakes.. so many questions unanswered, so many answers that's so hard to accept. Facts, truths and even lies... Why is it hard to love someone, without even loving in return (unconditional love ekek). Why does it hurt to love someone, knowing that you're just her number 2, mean time lover. What makes me say that? hmm because it's the truth! What if your special someone sez "I love you, but not as much as I love him..." ouch! carelessly cutting you 'till you bleed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, when we started our relationship, we have this setup - "kami sa floor.. may bf sha na nasa abroad, nothing else" but then suddenly it changed. The set up has been modified. Maybe because of the time, effort, the love and the sacrifices that both of us are sharing in our daily lives that we finally realize that it's more than this.. In fairness to bebe, she's true. I can feel the love from her.. and likewise.. I love her so... damn... much! I love everything about her... I love her every single day of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving back to the dreaded reality, It's so hard to have a relationship like this.. the confusion, the sorrow, the love, endless battle on the inner-self, uncertainty, pain, the sacrifice.. tempers, endless questions and questionable answers... all these are inside my beautiful head... Shit! i dunno.. is this being selfish? is this the result of my being hopeless-romantic.. me who hungers for love and romance.. am i desperate of love? again my friend, so many questions that longs for true answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. that day will come.. when all is settled and clear. One of us will get hurt. One will be thankful to the stars above...! hehe there's actually a song for this.. the one you love by glenn frey.. la lang.. senti shit song that reminds me of my condition right now.. haaay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one things for sure.. i'll never love this way again if ever things didn't worked out the way i wanted to...  I LOVE You bebe so much.. will you marry me? take me, i'm all yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114694998911484528?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114694998911484528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114694998911484528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114694998911484528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114694998911484528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-another-sad-day-for-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-114648841309382736</id><published>2006-05-01T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:00:13.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh No - The Commodores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want you to want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm goin' crazy knowin' he will be your lover tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when he comes I'll let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll just pretend as you walk out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, noI can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, noI'm goin' crazy with love over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need you to need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna hold you but you're holdin' someone else in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I close my eyes I see your faceI'm just not sure how much my heart can erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, noI can't think, oohOh, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm goin' crazy with love over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, honeyOh, sugarOh, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't sleep anymore, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, noI can't think anymore, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, noI'm goin' crazy with love over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114648841309382736?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114648841309382736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114648841309382736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114648841309382736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114648841309382736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-no-commodoresi-want-you-to-want.html' title=''/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-114579577540654705</id><published>2006-04-23T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T05:36:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so freaking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i feel so bored today. no calls yet.. i almost came in late.. damn! no money, no nothing! i'm always absent minded lately, maybe the reason being is because of the thought of uncertainty that lies before me.. i'm no longer happy with what is happening to me right now.. this is not me.. in fact i'm no longer me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114579577540654705?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114579577540654705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114579577540654705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114579577540654705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114579577540654705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-freaking-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-114562964673359545</id><published>2006-04-21T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:34:50.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hehe its been a while since I last updated this blog, and now I'm back! hehe haaay.. andami nangyare sobra.. hehe i'll try to share a lot on my next post.. (dami ginagawa sa work) hehe rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-114562964673359545?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/114562964673359545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=114562964673359545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114562964673359545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/114562964673359545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-112868273768745970</id><published>2005-10-07T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T03:58:57.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Better Off by Typecast&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;leave him, he's not worth the pain, he's not worth it at all. maybe he just made mistakes, i know he's not so serious. ask yourself 'am I improving? the memories are all so numb. it' s just what he wants, he doesn't see how beautiful you are. i say it from the heart, when will you see that i need you. please do stop and think about, that you're better off with me. look around, do you see him? when problems come he seems to disappear. you said he's starting to understand, but I think he doesn't have a brain. he's the guy who loves to fuck around. the kind that breaks the heart of girls like you, please do stop and think about, you're better off with a loser like me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-112868273768745970?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/112868273768745970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=112868273768745970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112868273768745970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112868273768745970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-song.html' title='My Song'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-112782413774405186</id><published>2005-09-27T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T05:28:57.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mystery of the taxi meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the mystery of the taxi cab meter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've been a frequent taxi customer for like 6 months now, ever since i was moved from morning to night shift, the memories of this nerve wracking experience is still there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whenever i rode a taxi cab, i will notice just one thing, the meter. even if it is just a&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; short ride or a long journey, drunk and asleep or whatever&lt;/span&gt;.. nothing will really beat.. the meter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm just curious, how did they calibrate the speed? the functionality seems a little bit out of the extraordinary because regardless of how &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt; the taxi cab drives, the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mileage&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wait time&lt;/span&gt;, the rate of the taxi cab is still &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;uncertain&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm thinking that the taxi driver has this special button that they can click on that will accelerate the tick per minute of the meter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;taxis has their own unique taxi cab meter specialties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the speedster type&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the faster it goes, the more mileage it gets and the more faster the rates will be.(if the cab was stuck on a heavy traffic, the lower the rates.. huh! yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the turtle run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the taxi cab meter has this uncanny ability to speed up the tick per minute to only half a minute. so traffic jam is to their advantage! (boring !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the combination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - this taxi cab has a meter with the first two combined(yikes!). if i sensed this cab.. i will try to lead him to shortcuts thus looking at my wallet instead of the meter if i still have enough cash to pay(darn!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so you see my friends, it is convenient to us commuters especially when we're running late to work but this one is also to our disadvantage.. it maybe exciting because you have to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;beat the clock&lt;/span&gt; and at the same time &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;not breaking the buck (p100)&lt;/span&gt; but where's justice? hehe what the heck! i'll just sleep early nalang. riding the taxi cab will only be my last option.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-112782413774405186?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/112782413774405186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=112782413774405186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112782413774405186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112782413774405186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/09/mystery-of-taxi-meter.html' title='the mystery of the taxi meter'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-112368093177922402</id><published>2005-08-10T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:00:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da boss II - beta version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;da boss II - beta version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guys, i would just like to inform you that dustin and i just initiated the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;beta version occular visit&lt;/span&gt; last night @ &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DA BOSS&lt;/span&gt;.. ha.. ha.. you know what i mean.. our stint there was just brief though the quality is still there... so what are we waiting for? let's us push through with the upcoming event - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DA BOSS II&lt;/span&gt;.. we'll send out the details to you as soon as we've finalized the master plan.. rock on guyz!!&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/11698712-112368093177922402?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/112368093177922402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=112368093177922402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112368093177922402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112368093177922402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/08/da-boss-ii-beta-version.html' title='da boss II - beta version'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-112356418453641222</id><published>2005-08-09T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:14:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The End of Heartache - Killswitch Engage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seek me, call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This distance, this dissolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cling to memories while falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sleep brings release, and the hope of a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waking the misery of being without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Surrender, I give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another moment is another eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know me, you know me all too well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My only desire - to bridge our division&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In sorrow I speak your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my voice mirrors my torment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am I breathing?My strength fails me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your picture, a bitter memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For comfort, for solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart&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/11698712-112356418453641222?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/112356418453641222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=112356418453641222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112356418453641222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112356418453641222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/08/end-of-heartache.html' title='End of Heartache'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-112300234126376276</id><published>2005-08-03T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:28:57.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's over now, my soulmate..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after 6 months of friendship, 1 month, 4 hours and 30 seconds of courthip, it finally came to an end. my God! after all the efforts that i've exerted, the money that i've spent and the priceless time that i've wasted this is what i'll receive in return? being &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rejected&lt;/span&gt;? waaaah! what more can i do, the girl that i've been courting all along has this preference to much more good looking, more handsome and more funnier guy than i am. sh#t talaga!! theres this guy who's been courting her as well. she's claiming that he looks like piolo. he's not even close to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;piolo pascual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but he is indeed &lt;strong&gt;taller&lt;/strong&gt; and sad to say, &lt;strong&gt;got the looks&lt;/strong&gt;. she just met him on their training, we met way back 7 months ago. what really hurts me is the way she acted when we're together this past weekend. ok, before i give out the details, i just want to sneak these things in for more clarification.. we are going out, dating, holding hands. i asked her bout this and you know what she said? it's but normal. she does it with some of his male friends.. she send me text messages with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"i love yous"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and "mwahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, for her, still normal.. i attempted to talk her out by telling her that i'm about to leave soon, if she'll gonna let me or better yet asked her if she'll gonna miss me. you know what she replied? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"okay lang, feeling mo magkakandarapa ako kakahabol sayo?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wow! bold words with matching face gestures.. i already have the hint that my girl kinda liked the "other guy" because she replies a lot to his text messages, flirts around on the phone too much and they're even tagged as &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"couples"&lt;/span&gt; on the what their office group calls the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"love team&lt;/span&gt;" amongst their batch. &lt;strong&gt;to add up more insult to injury, she even uses my cellphone to reply to that guy.. (the nerve!)&lt;/strong&gt; , she always talks about him in every conversation that we had whether would it be about sports, food, humor and all kinds of crazy stuffs that she likes, she will always mention "his" name.. always! and here's the good part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;she denies everythiiiing!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok, enough of that. going back, so last saturday, (the day i'm awake for almost 24hrs because she needed me that time to borrow some more money - and it was already late) i went to her place after my shift, that is around 1:30pm, to accompany her on her way to bulacan. suddenly there's a change of plan.. her sister wants to go to ayala, so off we go.. i have no idea why she became so silent when we're on the bus, while strolling around glorietta and even at seattles best! she's busy texting somebody using her sisters' bf's cellphone. so i'm kinda intrigued on the situation why she's not using mine (what she normally does) instead of his. so what i did was i talked to her sister's bf and asked him a favor to check the sent items on his cellphone just to see who's on the list. guess who? it's piologs!! i can't handle the truth! this is the reason why she's been silent all along.. it's because of "him"! i excused myself then went directly to the washroom to cool off.. her sisters' bf followed me after 10 mins to tell me this - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pare, magkikita dapat sila kaso dumating ka, di na sila natuloy.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whaaaaat! that is the eye-opener right there! she's in love with this handsome stranger because of the looks and the attitude knowing that this guy is a hustler when it comes to dating women.. geeez! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so marked this day, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;august 3, 2005&lt;/span&gt;, was the last day that i've seen her. i've asked some of my closest friends about this and they said that it's kinda biased on her end, being inconsiderate and insensitive of my feelings. they also mentioned that i should be thankful that this happened beforehand because the scenario would've been worse than this, tragic. so what do you guys think? fair enough? i just can't accept the fact that i've been used in a way.. forever being there at her side, every minute, every second, like a dog following his master asking for dog food, all for nothing. hey! it's a dog eat dog world perci.. what do you expect. i just want to share my story to all of you, to all &lt;strong&gt;"dawgs"&lt;/strong&gt; out there who must've experienced this, the same as i did.. shit happens, so don't stop shitting! &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/11698712-112300234126376276?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/112300234126376276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=112300234126376276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112300234126376276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112300234126376276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-over-now.html' title='it&apos;s over now'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-112235197273142511</id><published>2005-07-26T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:30:31.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorry guys! after so many months, finally! i was able to post a blog again. it's because our it guys decided to lift the surf-control on our account because we need it in our job. websites! hehe.. anyways.. missd you guys! i have a whole lot of things to share bout what happened to me when i was gone.. let me start up with this one.. remember the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dr. stupid love&lt;/span&gt; post that i composed previously? well, she is now the center of my attention, but not for long. i'm not sure yet because i'm on the rebound. she just broke up with her bf and i immediately came into the picture.. pre-mature? yes it is that's why i'm kinda confused right now whether or not to continue courting her. i think it's about time for me to think again.. it already came out of her mouth! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not ready for a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;--&lt;/span&gt; so? what am i waiting for? i have to get out of it as quickly as i can before it's too late.. before it hurt me even more! lie-low, take it slow, phase out and about face.. i respect her decision but i need to go.. the feeling that i have suddenly became more intense, day by day. i'm already being corrupted by this so called-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jealousy&lt;/span&gt;. based on my experience, jealousy will lead me to obsession. this has to stop. and it'll stop now. &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/11698712-112235197273142511?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/112235197273142511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=112235197273142511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112235197273142511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/112235197273142511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-111915729471391858</id><published>2005-06-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:43:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more emo punk songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;more emo punk songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&gt;last time (typecast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she said its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i dont stand a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she said it honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish that she lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her words said it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;minus me, minus the actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;any understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish that she does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i dont take advantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i dont have the guts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she dropped me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and she's leaving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its the last time did i push too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you didnt mean to make me cry but that ok who's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and understanding you'll never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what you think and what i feel it doesnt make any sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&gt;mr bright side (killers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iI'm coming out of my cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i've been doing just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gotta gotta be down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because i want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it started out with a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how did it end up like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now i'm falling asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and she's calling a cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;while he's having a smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and she's taking a drag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now they're going to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and my stomach is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but she's touching his-chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now, he takes off her dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just can't look its killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and taking control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swimming through sick lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;choking on your alibis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's just the price i pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;destiny is calling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;open up my eager eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'cause i'm mr brightside&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/11698712-111915729471391858?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111915729471391858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111915729471391858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111915729471391858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111915729471391858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-emo-punk-songs.html' title='more emo punk songs'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-111897648819130348</id><published>2005-06-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:48:08.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what a boring day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so bored today, no calls, no queue. wheew the only thing i could think of worth spending my time with is improving my blogsite and to create posts like these. i want to go home! i still have lots of things to accomplish, renew my passport, secure my certificate of live birth, update my resume, take the medical exam and gather other more documents. these are the requirements needed by the agency because i'm planning to go to uk to work as a crew there at kfc and after sometime, manage one of the branches there.. i don't like to live here anymore because of the instability of this country. i love this country because i grew up here, my family and all of my friends are living here, lots of unforgetable memories good and bad are all here. but then again, why do i want to leave? it's because i want to start my life now. i do have a decent job right now and i am being paid well but it is not enough to start my life. i want to earn a lot for my future. i want to get married and have kids of my own having this financial freedom that all of us are longing for. all of us know that you can't get rich by just being an employee, even supervisors, managers and top honchos of big companies are paying taxes like me, theirs are bigger because of their big salaries. business/entrepreneurs are also gravely affected on this instability. small businesses only gets break-even earnings. so wherever we go, whatever we do, even if you're the most hardworking man alive, if you're here in the philippines, all of your efforts and aspirations will just be put to waste.&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/11698712-111897648819130348?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111897648819130348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111897648819130348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111897648819130348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111897648819130348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-boring-day.html' title='what a boring day'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-111889275009398761</id><published>2005-06-16T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:41:46.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my prayer has been answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my prayer has been answered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes!! yahooo! eureka! they've found it! these are the words that came out of my mouth after sir marvin delivered this good news that bel was able to find my headset, actually i don't have it physically yet but it's on its way to daddy's hands! mwahaha! thank you bel!! wow, i really learned a lot from this experience i tell yah. this experience of mine is also relative to life. we'll never appreciate and value something at present 'til its gone.. probably we'll realize it in the end but it's already too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-111889275009398761?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111889275009398761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111889275009398761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111889275009398761'/><link rel='self' 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style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;headseeeeet!&lt;/span&gt; hrrrgghh! i was so in a hurry yesterday to go home after my shift that i forgot to detach my headset to the callmaster.. so today, i'm here, all worried and perspiring. a seat mate mentioned that the new headset that i've lost is worth P10,000!!! ohhh noooh! i need to raise that much money for this! serves me right! i am being punished for all the wrong things that i've done and for me being irresponsible...!$&amp;amp;0#$8%^@!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-111861242190600325?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111861242190600325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111861242190600325' title='0 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does your birthday mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just saw via trying to add this to her blog post, avail time is so long so i decided to post mine too! i got this from blogthings.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: April 24&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on the 24th, you have a greater capacity for responsibility and helping others than your may have realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also become the mediator and peacemaker in inharmonious situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoted to family, you tend to manage and protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birth date adds to the emotional nature and perhaps to the sensitivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affections are important to you; both the giving and the receiving.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-111855025379816981?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111855025379816981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111855025379816981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111855025379816981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111855025379816981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-does-your-birthday-mean.html' title='what does your birthday mean?'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-111854415823656449</id><published>2005-06-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:42:04.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dr. stupid love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dr. stupid love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last night as i lie in bed, someone sent me an sms. it was actually my friend, well she is also one of my prospect just so you'd know-hehe, asking for spiritual guidance on how she can surmount her insurmountable ordeal. her dilemma is, his bf's sudden change, like you know, the "he's not the person that i used to know" kinda thingy. so what i did was i replied back with some words of wisdom, encouragement-whatever they want to call it.. i even asked some probing questions to check if i got it correclty. naks!( just imagined my work everyday!) it took us 10 sms exchanges before arriving to a conclusion. so her stand is, she's still in love with her bf, according to her it's not yet clear if they're still "in" a relationship or not but she still loves him. though she's complaining to the unfair treatment that is being given to her, she realized (all the credits came from me because of my genius idea to help out) that she really love him. i even remember the last line that i've sent her, it goes like this &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"so now that we've already defined love for you, you don't need to worry no more, because this is the life and the love that you've chosen freely.. take it... it's yours"&lt;/span&gt;. so there. finally something just popped up in my head... good job pers! thanks to you and your bright idea, she just slipped away... i can't imagine what i just did! hrrrggh i became an instrument to the greatest comeback of all time! a matchmaker that i never was finally became me.. to the wrong person (of all people!!!) well i guess she's just not meant for me. to tell you honestly, i'm not really hurting right now because i never told her anything yet, that i kinda liked her. this experience showed me (i guess!) that i've learned a lot from the past relationship that i had. i'm no longer that kind of person who always mourns, each time i'm dealt with this sickness. &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/11698712-111854415823656449?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11698712.post-111835977271835226</id><published>2005-06-09T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:49:29.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old song turned new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old song turned new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yesterday, after i got home i immediately went to my room, directly to my bed lied down flat.. (i was so exhausted that time) i heard something being played on our pc, then i saw my brother downloading some songs through mirc.. it was actually a love song and it really caught my attention coz i seldomly hear old songs from the past, especially love song classics of course, all pinoy cast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/super_civious/vst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the name of the band who sang "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ikaw ang aking mahal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" was &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vst and co.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from their album "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awitin mo at isasayaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". see familiar faces? vic and val sotto? hehe.. it was kinda cool coz it's kinda old yet their songs is still popular. my brother even bothered downloading it to our pc. the song was so relaxing, you'll fall in love just by listening to their songs. your like listening to barry manilow, rod steward and julio iglesias merged into one. the only difference is.. they're singing tagalog. some songs in their album are upbeat, we can classify it as techno, funky, progessive emo/slow type, some with a little bit of swinging, you can even dance with it if you want.. we'll that's already way beyond my league!&lt;br /&gt;i even listen to their songs before i sleep, i often listen to hardcore punk rock songs everynight but for the meantime, i play this instead. mwahaha it does sound yucky to others but for me these are old songs turned new.&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/11698712-111835977271835226?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111835977271835226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111835977271835226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111835977271835226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111835977271835226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/06/old-song-turned-new.html' title='old song turned new'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-111768315749584783</id><published>2005-06-02T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:06:00.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun, booze-filled weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun, booze-filled weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/super_civious/makati.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;waah! i just had my last call before lunch... it's soooooo supeeeer loooong! my God! it's just 1 call, and it ruined my stat(aht).. hrrrghh.. anyways at least i passed the etp so that makes it fair (enough). ok. and now, the story. this past weekend, which was last tues and wed, for me, is actually a blast because not only did i rendered OT on a rest day work last tues, i also had a couple of booze to sum it all up.. wahahaha dondy! you missed all the fun pare! sorry you.. next time make yourself available ok? we actually went to a place somewhere in makati (sorry guys! i cannot disclose this info to y'all!). all i can say is, this is a man's walk, in tagalog-"lakad ng mga lalaki" just try to imagine a dark cold place that has the blinking bright lights with the bling blings on the side as i may say.. haha! cool! my friends and i went home by 4am, guess what. we're still hyped and agitated.. that morning after 5hrs i went to see my bro at sm northedsa, indulged ourselves at bk ordering almost everything that bk has on their menu! grabeh.. what a way to spend our money!.. played some video games, window shopped at cyberzone(catching a glipmse on my future celfones), smoked yosi like there's no tommorow.. i went home at around 8pm to be reunited with my bed.. huuuhhaaaahh! this is what my friend dustin and i call a"fun, booze-filled weekend!"...&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/11698712-111768315749584783?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111768315749584783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111768315749584783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111768315749584783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111768315749584783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-booze-filled-weekend.html' title='fun, booze-filled weekend!'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-111752935311890446</id><published>2005-05-31T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:23:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fav Emo Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my favorite songs at present&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are the lyrics of my fav rock songs at present. These songs are being played on our player everyday! I love the songs especially the content of its lyrics.. so whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;--&gt;better off (typecast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leave him, he's not worth the pain, he's not worth it at all. maybe he just made mistakes, i know he's not so serious. ask yourself 'am I improving? the memories are all so numb. it' s just what he wants, he doesn't see how beautiful you are. i say it from the heart, when will you see that i need you. please do stop and think about, that you're better off with me. look around, do you see him? when problems come he seems to disappear. you said he's starting to understand, but I think he doesn't have a brain. he's the guy who loves to fuck around. the kind that breaks the heart of girls like you, please do stop and think about, you're better off with a loser like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;--&gt;lover among ruins (urbandub)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the last words were spoken, was left there just standing around trying to grasp what you said to me. your goodbye was the last thing on my mind, i tried to reply but was left there tongue tied… how could you ignore it? brushed it all aside. wasn’t ready for the big surprise… took me down your mouth like a gun, i couldn’t believe that you’re letting me go… how could you ignore it? brushed it all aside. was left there empty handed when you said goodbye…&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&gt;here without you&lt;/span&gt; (3doorsdown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a hundred days had made me older since the last time that i saw your pretty face. a thousand lives had made me colder and i don't think i can look at this the same. but all the miles that separates, they disappear now when im dreaming of your face.&lt;br /&gt;im here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind, i think about you baby and i dream about you all the time. im here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams and tonight girl it's only you and me..&lt;br /&gt;the miles just keep growing as the people either way to say hello i've heared this life is overrated but i hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;everything i know and anywhere i go it gets hard but it wont take away my love and when the last one falls it gets hard but it wont take away my love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;these songs actually reminds me of someone whom i'll cherish for the rest of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698712-111752935311890446?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111752935311890446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111752935311890446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111752935311890446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111752935311890446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-fav-emo-songs.html' title='My Fav Emo Songs'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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-11698712.post-111740791420121247</id><published>2005-05-31T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:47:34.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beggining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the beggining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/super_civious/sunset-1a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello! this is my first time to create a blog! dont have much to say.. actually i am speechless! nyahaha! i will be improving my compositions along the way 'coz i'm not that really good in writing, just bear with mah grammar 'coz i ain't no writer! k? enjoy!&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/11698712-111740791420121247?l=supercivious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/feeds/111740791420121247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698712&amp;postID=111740791420121247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111740791420121247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698712/posts/default/111740791420121247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercivious.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-beggining.html' title='In the Beggining'/><author><name>super_civious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822866943079639973</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>
