<?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-1912206119501748885</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:26:26.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the CRY of my heart!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912206119501748885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~RaIn iN tHe SuN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013716530949577561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy5wfYG3XBg/SRXWo6tKeMI/AAAAAAAAABU/0iuBjHcFbvQ/S220/DSC00183.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912206119501748885.post-2411974249839623339</id><published>2008-11-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:30:43.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"untitled"</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are as obscure as it is. . . .&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i tend to wonder.   .   .   .   .&lt;br /&gt;what am I going after in life. . .&lt;br /&gt;what am I doing and for what reasons. .&lt;br /&gt;choices that  I personally make...&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;the things I stand up for. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the purpose of everything...&lt;br /&gt;that you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'd just stop . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;take some time alone and&lt;br /&gt;ponder. . . .&lt;br /&gt;about the ongoing things around you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it seem right?&lt;br /&gt;is it the right path you're taking in life?&lt;br /&gt;or are you just blindly following the&lt;br /&gt;ways of your peers and the&lt;br /&gt;influence around you. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;its not about fitting in. . .&lt;br /&gt;its about standing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly speaking. . .&lt;br /&gt;or should i say.   .   .   . typing? lol. .&lt;br /&gt;I've always try to fit in. . .&lt;br /&gt;and to have a sense of belonging. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of us don't perceive it. . .&lt;br /&gt;but that's what we're constantly doing. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the insecurity in us that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;act out. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it constantly happens to me. . .&lt;br /&gt;and i realize that soon enough though.     .     .     .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its who you are when you're standing alone. . .&lt;br /&gt;are you able to pull yourself together&lt;br /&gt;and walk up as yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or are you going to be hidden&lt;br /&gt;in the background. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the sense of belonging that&lt;br /&gt;makes us feel "ourselves"&lt;br /&gt;when we're "in" with the flow. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you're different&lt;br /&gt;and standing up for what you believe&lt;br /&gt;in. . .  that is yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't need all that. . . .&lt;br /&gt;you don't need people's confirmation&lt;br /&gt;or appraisal to feel "in". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all about your own concept in mind. . .&lt;br /&gt;on how you feel about yourself. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my whole&lt;br /&gt;new "thing" in life. . .&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds awkward in a way. . .&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the messed up compilation&lt;br /&gt;of my blog. . . .&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really know how to do it better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SUNNY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912206119501748885-2411974249839623339?l=oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2411974249839623339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1912206119501748885&amp;postID=2411974249839623339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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.</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;things occurring around me seems to&lt;br /&gt;be obscure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of which i can't clarify...&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;I've been pleading and "ellucidating"&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things(but no yet all). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the moment.. she gives in..&lt;br /&gt;but the next.   .   .   .   .   .   . rejection..&lt;br /&gt;constantly facing this everyday&lt;br /&gt;really shatter's me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though she treated me "raucously". . .&lt;br /&gt;but the next time she says "yes"(a chance)..&lt;br /&gt;i still trust her.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whole heartedly&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no doubt&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;overfilled with joy.. i continue my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet again... another series of devastating&lt;br /&gt;rejection. . . . . takes place once more. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. . .  i honestly felt like a toy..&lt;br /&gt;being pushed aside whenever you like..&lt;br /&gt;and taking it back again when you want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave my all.. surrendered everything..&lt;br /&gt;but i still cannot understand why&lt;br /&gt;was i treated so. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears of sorrows,anguish and confusion&lt;br /&gt;are felt "flowing" from the&lt;br /&gt;eyes that saw great beauty and love deep&lt;br /&gt;in her heart during the past. . .&lt;br /&gt;having face this everyday is really&lt;br /&gt;hard. . .&lt;br /&gt;to put everything you have into someone..&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the best. . .&lt;br /&gt;but recieving the unexpected. . .&lt;br /&gt;spells p-a-i-n. .&lt;br /&gt;but putting more into it and hope again..&lt;br /&gt;and rejected repeatedly.  .  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really is something we can't actually&lt;br /&gt;depict. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that I'm&lt;br /&gt;having the chance. . . .&lt;br /&gt;i still trust it. . . .&lt;br /&gt;fully.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .  .&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but in&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing my best to show that&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who i was. . .&lt;br /&gt;diverged from the old self into a new person. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that she's still with Thomas. .&lt;br /&gt;but unsure of where their relationship stands. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier on in the "convie"&lt;br /&gt;i had with her. . .&lt;br /&gt;she said later on you'll not trust me&lt;br /&gt;already. . i asked her why. .&lt;br /&gt;she said nothing. .&lt;br /&gt;sceptically asking again, she said its because&lt;br /&gt;I was somehow "toyed" earlier on. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sensed through her voice&lt;br /&gt;that it lacks assertiveness in what she said. .&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to have&lt;br /&gt;a hunch on what she said. . .&lt;br /&gt;not that i want it. .&lt;br /&gt;but it just happened. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is. . .&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make provisions&lt;br /&gt;for the possibilities that might happen. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently having deranging thought's in my&lt;br /&gt;mind. . .&lt;br /&gt;but I'll deal with it. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SUNNY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912206119501748885-2196046480345818041?l=oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2196046480345818041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1912206119501748885&amp;postID=2196046480345818041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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again!</title><content type='html'>another day goes by.  .  .  .&lt;br /&gt;getting worse than it was. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. .&lt;br /&gt;not only was my job tiring. .&lt;br /&gt;so is my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried sorting things out with her. .&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;but. . .&lt;br /&gt;since her trust in me has faded. .&lt;br /&gt;she doubts that if i were given a chance to be with her again..&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't treat her right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things started to exacerbate&lt;br /&gt;when he called me.  .  .&lt;br /&gt;though it wasn't brought directly&lt;br /&gt;to me. . .&lt;br /&gt;but its conspicuous that he wants me&lt;br /&gt;to back out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. . .&lt;br /&gt;a guy who's matured should see this clearly. . .&lt;br /&gt;things happened fast...&lt;br /&gt;she's hurt. . .&lt;br /&gt;deeply. . .&lt;br /&gt;she meets him. . .&lt;br /&gt;and found out that she could share&lt;br /&gt;things with him. . . .&lt;br /&gt;and it just so happen's that he comprehends&lt;br /&gt;the situation. . .&lt;br /&gt;and he has "it" for her. . .&lt;br /&gt;its common for someone to fall&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship during the period&lt;br /&gt;after break up's..&lt;br /&gt;when the wound is still&lt;br /&gt;"fresh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since she could somehow confide&lt;br /&gt;in that guy. . .&lt;br /&gt;and he lets his feelings&lt;br /&gt;take place in his action's. . .&lt;br /&gt;he confessed. . .&lt;br /&gt;and. .  she fell for it. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. . .&lt;br /&gt;its really hard for me to accept the fact that she did. . .&lt;br /&gt;but dude. . .&lt;br /&gt;she's just seeking refuge. .&lt;br /&gt;and it coincidently happened&lt;br /&gt;that she bumped into you. .&lt;br /&gt;and found the refuge. . .&lt;br /&gt;she's confused. . .&lt;br /&gt;of how she really feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her feelings were manipulated by you. . .&lt;br /&gt;a guy like you can actually&lt;br /&gt;fail to see that. . .&lt;br /&gt;gosh. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you're with her. . .&lt;br /&gt;you want me to back out&lt;br /&gt;and just let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand though. .&lt;br /&gt;that you might be better than me in certain&lt;br /&gt;aspects. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why not&lt;br /&gt;just let me elucidate to her..&lt;br /&gt;before anything has to be done. .&lt;br /&gt;why didn't you?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. .&lt;br /&gt;on my point of view. . .&lt;br /&gt;you acted too fast. . .&lt;br /&gt;based on how you feel. . .&lt;br /&gt;you should plough in more&lt;br /&gt;time. .&lt;br /&gt;and understand the situation&lt;br /&gt;and see how it goes. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though.  .  .  .  .&lt;br /&gt;I did take a wrong step&lt;br /&gt;in doing something i didn't mean to. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it really didn't seem&lt;br /&gt;quite equitable to me. . .&lt;br /&gt;i did not get a&lt;br /&gt;chance to do anything. . . .&lt;br /&gt;then you acted. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you would please. . .&lt;br /&gt;just let her go!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you out there&lt;br /&gt;might wanna diverge what&lt;br /&gt;i said.  .  .  . to me.&lt;br /&gt;but if you would truly&lt;br /&gt;understand . .&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas let her go. . .&lt;br /&gt;its just refuge she seeks. . .&lt;br /&gt;to confide in. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it so happen's that you came into&lt;br /&gt;the picture. . .&lt;br /&gt;please.   .   .   .   .   .   .&lt;br /&gt;let her go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SUNNY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912206119501748885-1039925962511098483?l=oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;hearing her say that she's currently with&lt;br /&gt;"sms"...&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't very convinced..&lt;br /&gt;i had a hunch that it was just to..&lt;br /&gt;urm..&lt;br /&gt;somehow.. used to make me literally&lt;br /&gt;leave behind the past.. and just move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until she requested to send me&lt;br /&gt;images of them...&lt;br /&gt;together.  .  .  .  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the very moment i was...&lt;br /&gt;speechless..&lt;br /&gt;more than convinced.. it was very&lt;br /&gt;much staggering in fact!&lt;br /&gt;not only that...&lt;br /&gt;i asked for a chance..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;surely i didn't see that coming...&lt;br /&gt;but. . .&lt;br /&gt;she wanted me to be her "lil bro"(crushed!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.  .  .  .  .  . erm. . .&lt;br /&gt;i threw up immediately after we hung up..&lt;br /&gt;the pain was crucial and it hurt so&lt;br /&gt;much, i just threw up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that i lost someone&lt;br /&gt;which was a big part of me and my life..&lt;br /&gt;she just got over the matter quick enough&lt;br /&gt;to be with someone else..&lt;br /&gt;its only faintly more than a week..&lt;br /&gt;had the breaking up occured. . .&lt;br /&gt;things happened..&lt;br /&gt;in blistering speed of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i just came to my senses&lt;br /&gt;of where i was standing...&lt;br /&gt;where i've gone wrong through&lt;br /&gt;the relationship..&lt;br /&gt;I was immensely&lt;br /&gt;determined to change every&lt;br /&gt;part of me..&lt;br /&gt;utterly...&lt;br /&gt;capitulating my life into it. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things start to crumble..&lt;br /&gt;everything went blank...&lt;br /&gt;all I could do..&lt;br /&gt;was just to confess and&lt;br /&gt;elucidate a lil bit of&lt;br /&gt;everything. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;virtuely..&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how it went...&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i did what i could..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried calling her a while after we hung up..&lt;br /&gt;i couln't get through the first few calls..&lt;br /&gt;when i eventually did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cry of a broken heart..&lt;br /&gt;lost in confussion..&lt;br /&gt;and rather bogged down in a dilemma&lt;br /&gt;was heard through the the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'd just ended a "convie"&lt;br /&gt;with "sms"..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what went on in that..&lt;br /&gt;i asked.. but right away i knew that&lt;br /&gt;i was no one to know about it...&lt;br /&gt;so.. i left it aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked for some time though...&lt;br /&gt;to calm down and ponder about "it"(to gimme a chance to be with her once again)&lt;br /&gt;first. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;i just agreed...&lt;br /&gt;knowing that my chances are..&lt;br /&gt;somewhat five percent??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is..&lt;br /&gt;if it was GOD's will that we're not&lt;br /&gt;together... then so be it..&lt;br /&gt;its not like i can do anything... (well, besides wining her heart back)&lt;br /&gt;I just have to live up to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys...&lt;br /&gt;appreciate what you have&lt;br /&gt;before its gone..&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know when or where..&lt;br /&gt;treasure those beside you..&lt;br /&gt;and before you make any&lt;br /&gt;settlement..&lt;br /&gt;think more than twice..&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAS BEEN DONE,HAS BEEN DONE..&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NO TURNING BACK TO IT!&lt;br /&gt;even if there is.. will things ever be the same again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm facing now..&lt;br /&gt;is far more devastating than how it actually sounds..&lt;br /&gt;the root of this setback..&lt;br /&gt;it all trails up to&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all because of words and&lt;br /&gt;settlements that were concluded&lt;br /&gt;based on my personal feelings..&lt;br /&gt;before thinking..&lt;br /&gt;its already being uttered out in words that&lt;br /&gt;pierced the heart of the one i love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i perceive anything..&lt;br /&gt;its already too late...&lt;br /&gt;too late to take it back..&lt;br /&gt;it has been said..&lt;br /&gt;so is the damage done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its what i regret in life!!!&lt;br /&gt;MOST!&lt;br /&gt;constantly facing this&lt;br /&gt;shortcoming of mine.. its hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though this post is rather jumbled&lt;br /&gt;and slightly confusing..&lt;br /&gt;its most likely because&lt;br /&gt;of deranging tought's&lt;br /&gt;racing through my mind..&lt;br /&gt;its hard to write in this&lt;br /&gt;state...&lt;br /&gt;sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SUNNY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912206119501748885-3947755406657556591?l=oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3947755406657556591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1912206119501748885&amp;postID=3947755406657556591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912206119501748885/posts/default/3947755406657556591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912206119501748885/posts/default/3947755406657556591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com/2008/11/crap.html' title='crap!!!'/><author><name>~RaIn iN tHe SuN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013716530949577561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy5wfYG3XBg/SRXWo6tKeMI/AAAAAAAAABU/0iuBjHcFbvQ/S220/DSC00183.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912206119501748885.post-503429314146934576</id><published>2008-10-28T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:05:09.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what have i done!</title><content type='html'>Gosh!!!! it all seemed like it just happened a split&lt;br /&gt;second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just broke up with her...&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons that. . .&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know.&lt;br /&gt; it happened about 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she meant the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i just let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i comprehended the situation&lt;br /&gt;and what I've done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already far too late for a change.&lt;br /&gt;i really can't believe that only after two weeks&lt;br /&gt;can I only realize how much devastation have i caused&lt;br /&gt;in both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one huge mistake I've done..&lt;br /&gt;most likely..&lt;br /&gt;the worst mistake that I'll ever make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living life on the edge now.&lt;br /&gt;its all so contrasting..&lt;br /&gt;everything seemed so fine.&lt;br /&gt;being loved and care by someone with such significance&lt;br /&gt;to me is all I ever needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though there were times when we argued..&lt;br /&gt;I have the tendency to be petulant ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't possibly blame her for that..&lt;br /&gt;she was NEVER wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;but thats what i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY regret upon the huge&lt;br /&gt;blunder that I've made...&lt;br /&gt;though its obviously too late&lt;br /&gt;for me to realize.&lt;br /&gt;but. . . .  what can i possibly do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually have the chance to apologize&lt;br /&gt;upon the unreasonable act. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried calling..&lt;br /&gt;she didn't pick up..&lt;br /&gt;but I met her online today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "hey"&lt;br /&gt;"hating me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recieved an unexpected "what's your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i tried reaching her by her cell,&lt;br /&gt;she. . . . .  switched it off-ed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i REALLY REALLY did&lt;br /&gt;"mortify" her this time...&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can take back whatever I've said to her...&lt;br /&gt; gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but . . . . . its too late.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind it...&lt;br /&gt;just wished i had&lt;br /&gt;just a minute to talk and explain&lt;br /&gt;everything to her. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;totally!&lt;br /&gt;and Nicholas..&lt;br /&gt;he's gone to singapore..&lt;br /&gt;who else is there to talk to??&lt;br /&gt;to confide my "soul". . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point of life everything seems to just fall apart!&lt;br /&gt;if there's just anyone out there&lt;br /&gt;that might be a help..&lt;br /&gt;please do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm somehow in a life crisis!!!&lt;br /&gt;ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could just fall in a deep sleep for a long time.  .  .&lt;br /&gt;and not gain consciousness from it till all the pain and&lt;br /&gt;troubles resides. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is too devastating for me to live in..&lt;br /&gt;hatiN every moment of it...&lt;br /&gt;well. . . . .  at least most of it. . . .  .&lt;br /&gt;HATE ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SUNNY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912206119501748885-503429314146934576?l=oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/503429314146934576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1912206119501748885&amp;postID=503429314146934576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912206119501748885/posts/default/503429314146934576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912206119501748885/posts/default/503429314146934576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftearsandsorrows.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-have-i-done.html' title='what have i done!'/><author><name>~RaIn iN tHe SuN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013716530949577561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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awkward...&lt;br /&gt;some might have in mind that i just choose not to&lt;br /&gt;mix around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not really it...&lt;br /&gt;some reason's lay behind this prob' I have...&lt;br /&gt;A few which I find hard to face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;i really did wish i had one...&lt;br /&gt;an outcast... is basically what i have in mind of&lt;br /&gt;myself...&lt;br /&gt;being a "lone ranger" isn't a nice thing...&lt;br /&gt;though it might seem "cool" at times...&lt;br /&gt;but trust me...&lt;br /&gt;there's no fun in it... the pain can sometimes be dreadful...&lt;br /&gt;literraly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that I have a social life of my own...&lt;br /&gt;working on it...&lt;br /&gt;well... stuck actually...&lt;br /&gt;not knowing how or what i should do to achieve it..&lt;br /&gt;*sobz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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