<?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-10249224</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:43:13.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Inside</title><subtitle type='html'>to express the concealed part of me which i don't know exactly if its a soft or hard part. As of now, i like to call it a monster that i'd like to fathom...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-4180571436683588488</id><published>2010-02-04T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:40:29.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise! soar prize or sour price</title><content type='html'>i am really surprise of what i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one sunday, a cousin told me if im ready to be an uncle for the second time but its out of the blue question and i didn't get it so i just reply with a smile. no its a smirk actually, which is my usual reaction while my almost obsolete brain is processing the query and trying to find the best answer other than the current and common one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pressume, my brain didn't process good that time because i was surprise this morning when i type my sister's blog addressed in my browser. a blobbing lady(forgive me for that)... then it became crystal to me that its my televie.. i can't believe she's pregnant. yes, she is a woman but i don't know why i had that kind of thoughts the first time i saw the picture and then the longer i stare at atelevie's photos it just cross my mind and made me said to myself, i'll have another niece. why i said that??????? look at her. she's my sister and before she work abroad i saw here every night and day at home but she's never been this gorgeous before. people(mga tiguwang nga himantayon ug nagpaabot nlang sa kamatayon nga silingan namo sa labangon) says, if a pregnant becomes more beautiful then she's carrying a baby girl otherwise its a boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i used to have this view that my sister is a look-alike with a local actress ana roces but now atelevie have a lightyears lead compare to that actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, from the look of my sister's face she's one a happy pregnant maybe for the reason that she's thankful to God and to the baby that she made her gorgeous. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? what about me? well, id like to see atelevie first. i was surprise but at this point only my sister can tell if its HIS' prize or a sour price for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//btw ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-4180571436683588488?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4180571436683588488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=4180571436683588488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/4180571436683588488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/4180571436683588488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2010/02/surprise-soar-prize-or-sour-price.html' title='surprise! soar prize or sour price'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-5178644164590336427</id><published>2007-02-15T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:20:56.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;story by: &lt;strong&gt;Fel Bocas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was this boy. He was so little with big hads and broad chest. He thinks that JAH made his hands bigger than the other boy has so that he could extend his hands easily to help and his chest was broader in order to protect. But others would get hurt in the process of helping someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The years passed and come but the boy was still little, only his hands and chest grow. It grows helping and protecting his family and other he dearly love. When he notice that he is hurting other people in the process of helping a person, he lay low because he did not understand that. On why other people get caught in the middle when he only wanted to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Years passed and years come, the boy became a man, a little man. Little by little he continues helping others whenever he ahd the chance to. The life he had was seemed complete, a sense of fulfillment rushed through the body whenever he was able to help or protect and a desire to do more would take place after rushed is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;His day start and ends with the chores and other responsibility he had like school and all others.  He learned a lot from the four walls of the classroom to his daily experiences.  In school, he learned in different subjects and in experience he learned lots like dealing with other people and with love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Time came and went... fate brought the little man to meet with a lady.  She opened her world to him, a world different from which he had been living. It is full of fun and other joyous events, a day and night of fun... those experiences made the little man think a different idea on why his hand and chest are big and broad, respectively.  He thought was because it is meant to help and protect her. With all the knowledge the little man has he concluded that the feeling mus be LOVE. An unending feeling of happiness so different from what he felt towards his family and friends but that is not the conclusion the little man thought it was. That was merely the hypothesis of what eventually happened and the conclusion is the feeling of the lady for her has ended and that he has to end his share also and not to feel that again... to do that, he drown himself with alcohol though in time it healed the wounds but the little man never mind to put back the scattered pieces of his heart and often told himself that he had never been into that world, it did not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Days came and went: the playful fate visited the little man again and brought him to meet this maiden.  She picked up the shattered debris of his heart and mended it whole again. She opened her world and asked him to come in. Hesitant and anxious, the little man hopped into the world she opened. He tried to live in her world thinking that if he would have to undergo the same pain, it would be a lot easier because he had gone through it already... but it is a different world, different from what he had and so it is not easy. In this whole new world, everything is big like dreams, intentions, hopes, mistakes, joy, pain, ambition, needs, etc... and the maiden taught the little mand a lot especially to feel big and live big, though the little man often feels little but he feels very happy, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The little man, with everything he can, wants to have a happy conclusion with his unending feelings for the maiden. The little man hopes that in this big world, he can help and protect the maiden all the time with his big hands and broad chest. And finally, the maiden will notice that inside this little man's broad chest is a giant heart for her alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-5178644164590336427?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5178644164590336427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=5178644164590336427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/5178644164590336427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/5178644164590336427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-giant-story-by-fel-bocas-once.html' title=''/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-115396911428881047</id><published>2006-07-27T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:58:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fear that i will become less of myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fear that i will become more like them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fear that if i don't stand up i will be forever locked into that chair and will not have the chance to stand again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fear...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fear to become the person that i despised most.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/10249224-115396911428881047?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/115396911428881047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=115396911428881047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/115396911428881047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/115396911428881047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-fear.html' title='My Fear'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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-10249224.post-114680657611022352</id><published>2006-05-05T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:35:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;arrival: April 13,2006, exactly 5:53 am at Tandayag Wharf, Tampi, Negros Oriental. We ride a PUJ bound for Amlan municipal office then a tricycle to Tambojangin, our destination where a wake is waiting for the time of interment at 9:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place? It is more like our place in Bohol. One of the edge the place got is the electricity and i am experiencing it the first hand with my gurl and her mother. Its her mother's side so i'll have the chance to meet the rest of the Ramirez clan. Well, not all actually, because there are some who did not make it back home and still in the other region seeking greener pasture.&lt;br /&gt;The burial? Same procedure, only this time the layman did the blessing because the priest is busy.(they say that maybe he celebrates the holy thursday with his family. not sure though, i don't know)... After the mass and the blessing we walk straight to the cemetery and then back home... We had a nice meal and an early good night sleep. Talking about and early sleep, that was the first time since September when i was still in Manila. Imagine, i sleep around 7:00 to 8:00 in the evening and woke up around the same hours or later than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14, 2006. Good Friday and our second day in Negros. We had our breakfast with coffee and milk. At around 10:00 to 11:00 in the morning, we went under the bamboo tree by the river bank. It was a sunny day but the breeze is cool specially under the tree. Lots of kids and teens swim, play and bathe in the river. The river has a clear running water because of its rocky basin... time passed and envy came, we decided to take a bath in the river and ask one of my honey's cousin to go with us. We bathe, fix ourselves and spent the rst of the afternoon chatting, cuddling and daydreaming in the cottage near the river. That was the most wonderful afternoon spent in Negros so quiet, breezy air and alone with my honey. By the sunset we played "tong-its" together with her cousin and had dinner in her auntie's place. Her older cousin, Irish invited us to go to there place on Saturday which was the supposed date for us to leave for Cebu. supposedly, because we agree to her cousin's invitation... back in her grandmother's house, we played card games until the rest of us fell sleepy and called it time for bed, that was around 10:00 to 10:30 in the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;April 15, 2006, 7:00 in the morning, we ready ourselves without taking a bath and went to her cousin's house in a pedicab.  We drop by in her auntie's house(Irish mother) on our way to Irish's crib.  We climb up and down a mountain to reach their place. The place is nice on the hill top, sugar cane field on the front  yard and a cool wind.  We had our breakfast and lunch with an hour or two intervals.  We ate "seniguylas" and some junkfoods then we head back to Irish mother's house.  The house is located by the sea shore(not white sand though) and its nice.  Roxanne and me, had our short moment in the shore. We stroll, talk on stuffs and laugh.  In the shore, she scribbled, "I LOVE YOU FELIPINO CASTORICO my honey" with her signature and so i also scribbled "ROXANNE my LIFE" in gothic.  After she read what i wrote in the sand and exchange words of i love you's and kisses, she guides me in a distant feet away.  It touch me when she added, "till death do us part" in the sand... everything stop at that very moment then the world starts to move in slow motion, she smiled and i turned into violet(i never blushed because im dark in complexion)... we walk, holding hands, laughing and sometimes i carry her on my back... when her cousin called and that it is time to go home, and the world rotates in normal-fast motion.  When we reach Tambojangin, it was already late afternoon, left us a few minutes to take a bath before six and so we rush to the river and bathe.  Again, we had our supper in one of her auntie's place. Bloated still a ate and after the supper we watched family pictures then went home for a short talke and rest.  The following morning will be the day to say goodbye to her relatives and a 5 hours travel by bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;it really feels good when i sit and reminisce this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-114680657611022352?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/114680657611022352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=114680657611022352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/114680657611022352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/114680657611022352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2006/05/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce...'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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-10249224.post-113888925445413593</id><published>2006-02-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:07:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d.r.a.w.k.c.a.b. &lt;---</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;31st day of january, around 3:00 to 4:00 in the afternoon. at work, the guy is sitting on the chair, 10 feet away from the monitor, cellular phone at the right hand and out in the open, television remote control in the left, eyes filled with tears which are ready to race down his chin at any given moment, body is shaking and feet frozen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;....i cn't stop ds runnin tears down my cheeks bcoz of missing u. honey, please come h0m asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;that was part of the message the guy read at that time. his colleagues, guess by his reaction and said, "he was dumped through text and was such a cry baby". at that very moment the guy just became the clown in the office. he tried to race to the comfort room but too late because his tears were at the finish line... he stand up slowly, walk through the hallway and into the comfort room. thought of everything that happend yet he couldn't find any idea than putting his reply into words and say it by phone... he waited for the supposedly right time to call his girl but what caught him was a very cold reply to his hello... and that was the moment he waited for just fell down right there... the guy, put his words in text and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hon, i wantd 2 say ds last nyt but ddnt had d tym.  hon, i knw ds rlationshp sn't easy 4 us but lets jst stay strong. many tyms, i cried bcoz of missing u badly... honey, evn f n tym dat w'll b 2gdr i cant promis dat none of us wil cry dspite of doing my best n prevntng crtain stuation. i only promis 2 b by on ur side undrstndng, loving nd taking care of u. i love u so much honey. i wil take any risk or b at safe n lyf as long as 8 s spent wit u. i love u honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;the lady said, your reply was too late... forget about it i don't need to hear your explanation. she said that not knowing what really happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;as i witnessed that, i just wish and hope that the lady will know how much the guy really feels for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-113888925445413593?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/113888925445413593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=113888925445413593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113888925445413593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113888925445413593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2006/02/drawkcab.html' title='d.r.a.w.k.c.a.b. &lt;---'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-113758885696933961</id><published>2006-01-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:54:16.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>te amo mucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Si usted piensa eso im que comprueba usted para algo que me dudo entonces le dice que no sea. Confío en que usted y su palabra es bastante para mí. I uniforme, el fieltro el colmillo de los celos que machaca a través de mi jaula de la costilla y recto a mi corazón, de usted redacta simplemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nunca cuidé como esto para cualquier muchacha a partir de mi pasado y odio admitir pero es verdad que usted es el único que me hizo la sensación cómo los celos dolorosos realmente están. Realmente. No deseo eso que cuida para hacer disparador que posee no por celos pero inútil, ése es porqué deseé expresar mi cuidado para usted siempre que tenga la ocasión incluso en esta gran distancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hon, todo lo que deseo debe cuidar, entender y amarle, no solamente en el tiempo usted brilla pero cuando sus defectos son visibles, también. Te amo tanto, hon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;i don't know how to speak spanish and i just hope it is translated just the way i wanted to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-113758885696933961?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/113758885696933961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=113758885696933961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113758885696933961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113758885696933961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2006/01/te-amo-mucho.html' title='te amo mucho'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-113758781103286030</id><published>2006-01-18T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:19:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you very much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If you think that im checking you for something that i doubt then i tell you that i am not. I trust you and your word is enough for me. I even, felt the fang of jealousy crushing through my rib cage and straight to my heart, merely from you words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cared like this for any girl from my past and i hate to admit but it is true that you are the only one that made me feel how painful jealousy really is. Really. I do not want that caring to become possessing trigger not by jealousy but vain, that is why i wanted to express my care for you whenever i have the chance even at this great distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hon, all i want is to care, understand and love you, not only in the time that you shine but when your flaws are visible, also. I love you so much, hon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;i post it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;this might be my last post until im in cebu, in my room using the computer. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;hopin that everything will be alright after this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;not only for the ten times i ask you to chat with me using webcam and not only for the ten times you turned it down with a "just" reason... now you said that you are supposed to ask me to chat with you using cam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;you ask me not to spend overtime in my work because you wanted to talk to me, but when i did.... there you are using computer in your sister's place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;now, i wanted to look at the other end for a positive something. i just don't want to understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-113758781103286030?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/113758781103286030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=113758781103286030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113758781103286030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113758781103286030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-you-very-much.html' title='i love you very much'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-113315611956737927</id><published>2005-11-28T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:35:19.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you drugged me with you voice, the more i listen the more i get hooked. if i failed to listen even in just a day it makes me crave for it, the longer i failed to listen the more it made me craved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; you cured me with your love, feeling being reciprocated replinished every tiring mind and weary heart into a hopeful mind and a faithful and positively-loving heart. your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;is an antidote to my addiction of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LONGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MISSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...i wish you were here or i were there or we're together hon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R.R.W.&lt;/span&gt;&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/10249224-113315611956737927?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/113315611956737927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=113315611956737927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113315611956737927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113315611956737927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/11/addicted.html' title='addicted'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-113178689583476697</id><published>2005-11-12T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T17:28:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homesick #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i don't understand. here, away from all of you and with people i knew for a few months... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here, i tried to find a mirror of my life there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;...i tried to find a mirror of my family like someone to guide, someone to watch over me and someone to lecture me when im wrong. i think i found one... nah!!! its just a thought, they can never be. nobody c an give me a concern and care like my family does. here, somebody show me the way but nobody guides me, somebody watches me and will always be watching but doesn't mind if i stumble of not. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lecture???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they don't even lecture their own son and daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...i tried to find a mirror of my troops like those i can chat from dusk till dawn, those i can tease even in time when the cock just crows and they are yawning and those i can share my problems with. i think i found one... nah!!! its just a thought, they can never be. nobody can give me a concern and care like my troops does. here, chatting from dusk till dawn is only possible when you have trucks of beer or barrels of wine and teasing is always out of context. meaning, don't do it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;problems???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; face it on your own. you came here alone with your shadow only and now in times of darkness even your shadow hid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...i tried to find a mirror of the person i fell in love with&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(R.R.W.)&lt;/span&gt;. well, think again... its impossible, plain and simple. hearts doesn't look in mirrors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whatcha gonna do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LINKED AND LOCKED.LINKED AND LOCKED.LINKED AND LOCKED.LINKED AND LOCKED.LINKED AND LOCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/10249224-113178689583476697?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/113178689583476697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=113178689583476697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113178689583476697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/113178689583476697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/11/homesick-2.html' title='homesick #2'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-112981746644059273</id><published>2005-10-20T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:11:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i ask..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there in your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even if the sun won't show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there in your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even if it is your darkest night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the changes in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there to help you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wrong into right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;give a hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in fulfilling your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there to help &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there inside your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there inside your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me be there inside your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let me in there, hon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-112981746644059273?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/112981746644059273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=112981746644059273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112981746644059273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112981746644059273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-i-ask.html' title='all i ask..'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-112884136546296722</id><published>2005-10-09T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:45:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"i tried to find silence in the depth cold of the night. i seek luminous light in the dark sky. my eyes wanders searching for a beautiful star and found none. i think of things that would salvage me from boredom yet my mind is weary from whole day of thinking. so, amidst all that is trying to occur i listen to my heart and there i found peace, blinding light and beauty. it made me feel of your presence and a real beauty shone in my mind, even if it is just a mental picture of you, hon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I believed love itself is a poet because it made me one even in a short period of time. A special message created from the heart and for the special person,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R.R.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/10249224-112884136546296722?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/112884136546296722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=112884136546296722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112884136546296722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112884136546296722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/10/poet.html' title='a poet'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-112653380201832455</id><published>2005-09-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:10:06.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i met this gurl unexpectedly. why unexpected because im not cool with the idea of "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eb&lt;/span&gt;". still, i went and we met. by that time she helped and changed me a lot. she helped me picked up the shattered pieces of my heart without her knowing that while she's holding the last piece of it, it already beats for her like it already knew where it belong and like it found a new home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;what a girl! so sweet and simple with extraordinary attitude. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(0h! i remember that writing to her cyber account.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but what happened lately was;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; (excerpt from their conversation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yes. with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;when was your feeling for me started?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;since the first time we go out together. me opened myself and so are you. but i only knew my feeling is real when i was not able to cast it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;maybe that was only an attraction and not love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;okey. my feeling started ever since i let myself to open up to you. ever since the ringing tone of our telephone seem like a music when i expected your call. ever since your prescence encourage me to pick myself up. ever since you make me sweat times two than any ordinary day or situation. ever since i saw you in that mall wearing that see-through blouse. ever since you tell me your definition of what is blouse and what is a t-shirt and ever since you made me watch a tagalog movie that even my closest friend can't persuade me two and most of those were my first time but i enjoyed it like they were my favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;how i wish that i can do better like the rest of your suitor but im no expert when it comes to this. so, it is just me telling you the facts from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i won't believe it. i can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;why won't you believe me. what can i do to convinced you that everything i said is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i won't believe because i haven't seen the things that you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you didn't see? or you merely not able to notice it... now, you make my head spin. i don't know anymore, what to do with regards to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;regards to what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this! following my heart withourt compromising my work. you want it concrete, right? and i can't do that while im still in this situation. maybe there is but it is so limited. you know, its too much of you not to notice a single significant event of what we've done. how bout me remembering each and every detail of everything we did. isn't that a hard facts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;anyone can remember that... honestly, i forgot the movie title we watched. what was it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;santa santita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; .... uhm... do you know that i already have a boyfriend now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;huh! ah... okey... you may neglect everything that i said. i don't want to ruin your present relationship. i think it is hard for me but i think i can bear the thought of without you in my side but i can't bear the thought of you unhappy by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;don't you know i was waiting for you? i think the waiting is long enough thinking you had a feeling for me but its like waiting for nothing. why just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;after everything i had been, i thought i'll never "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" in a year or two but i was wrong because i fall in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;this happened yesterday, september 11, 2005. before this post was published the guy and the lady had a 3 minutes conversation through phone. the guy can't helped but felt in ecstasy despite of what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-112653380201832455?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/112653380201832455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=112653380201832455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112653380201832455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112653380201832455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/09/better-left-unsaid.html' title='Better Left Unsaid'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-112316523789189681</id><published>2005-08-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:33:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i wake up at 10:00. i hate to but can do nothing against the scorching heat of the room. electric fan?!? it just spread the heat in the room. its&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it really sucks because its a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BORE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;super BORE day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;super BORE day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i did not make any movements, i close my eyes, relax and tried to sleep back and i failed. i sit and get one of my book that i have read for three times already. i held it for a few minutes (j&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ust held it and never opened it&lt;/span&gt;), put it back and stand up (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stretching the blub part of my body plus a huge yawn&lt;/span&gt;). i looked out at the window, stare in a distance and think of something that could save the day from the abyss of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;BOREDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. an idea popped out but i'm not quite sure if it really can save the day. MALL! actually, there are two big malls within the city and i can't think of where exactly i am going. i took a quick bath and head for the mall, i even forgot to have my lunch.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i decided to go to the farther though its a kilometer farther than the other one. i walked but its not that i don't have money for a ride, it just that im not really really really sure if it can really really really save my day. so, i might as well try to enjoy the walk while heading there(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt;)........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;what happened next is that there is nothing much to enjoy with the view while i was walking. heavy afternoon traffic, heavy smoke from different vehicles. vagrants are visible in every corners and direction while some passer-by, students and foreigners are displaying their latest cellphone and other gadgets while waiting for their respective rides. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;sigh!&lt;/span&gt; could you picture that? its just another cause of eyesore aside of heavy smoke from vehicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;btw, by the time i was in the mall. i just sit in one of the benches there and in an hour of just sitting not knowing what to do and what to buy, i decided to went back home. this time i took a ride, went straight to my room, lay my back on the floor, stare at the ceiling until i fall asleep and the next. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;. . .its f*cking &lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt; again. . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;. . .its f*cking &lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt; again. . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;. . .its f*cking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WWOORRKK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at least there is something that could buy my time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;now, imagine that... i really have those kind of Sundays in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it kills me, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there are days in our life that aren't worth saving but we must be glad, that, that day came and passed. we should thank HIM for that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/10249224-112316523789189681?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/112316523789189681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=112316523789189681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112316523789189681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112316523789189681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/08/imagine-this.html' title='imagine this.'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-112187381108106541</id><published>2005-07-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:21:09.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel In Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;lately, i met this girl, a college girl... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;met&lt;/span&gt; may be a much word for it but we had a few conversation, aight... not just nice looking and swell and all but really gorgeous looking girl. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's for me&lt;/span&gt;) she looks so innocent and beautiful, long hair, fair complexion and a kissable lips. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wish i have the chance to kiss her before this&lt;/span&gt;)... so much definition for a 2nd-time-acquaintance like me but its not that i have seen here two times also, i have seen her almost everyday or better if i say i gotta've see her everyday. everytime i see her she still looks the same as gorgeous as ever but i am the one who's changing. you know, like looking an unidentified portrait or any art form, the more you look at it the more you understand about it, the more you appreciate it but still it stays the same as the first time you get a good look at it. like that, the frequent i saw her the better i get a look at her, i appreciate her more, i think she becomes more gorgeous everday, my feeling from appreciation to admiration and into something i can hardly define... like a wine, the longer it stays the better it taste... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;darn!&lt;/span&gt; i really thought that im falling for her though i also thought that im giving her a feeling when we have our short but worth contacts... but i can't picture myself being with her most of the time, maybe just to take her to bed but not as a boyfriend. don't know can't explain it. there is this one time, that it just dropped in my mind imagining her as a prostitute and im throwing my wallet in just to have that chance to ram her. darn! i didn't like to imagine that way it just bump into my mind though im imagining her but not on that crude sexual part, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i just knew lately that she's really a damngirl for hire, though i haven't prove it and don't have a plan to prove it, either. i can't even imagine again those things i had, i mean the way it bumped into my head before this. now i know that she is that kind of girl, not even another sexy imagination with her will materialize in between my ears , i just can't. everything i know from her in regards with the sexy part is from someone that i can't vouch to be a reliable one also. that is one problem in me, i easily believe in hearsay even if i haven't prove it myself though not that i really believe 100% but i give it a bigger weight till its proven, just in any case you want to read the truth. not that you can know immediately if she's a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stitute&lt;/span&gt; or not just by looking at her that is why i believe on the account of that someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;anyway, i still look at her like an artform. maybe somethings were not meant to be change at all though i really, really feel sorry for her for not thinking of other decent werk for her school expenses(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i assume that would be the reason&lt;/span&gt;) but i think, a girl for hire is better than being a plain &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damnBITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. coz, i see the first one as victim of social situation than the later, who victimize other and blame it on society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-112187381108106541?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/112187381108106541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=112187381108106541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112187381108106541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/112187381108106541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/07/angel-in-disguise.html' title='Angel In Disguise'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-111914603325803265</id><published>2005-06-19T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:07:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homesick #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i don't even know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;they called it apartment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;where aisle is the only space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;that parted the congested rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i keep thinking that i can do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and it just keep on slipping out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;now, the more i hope for it the worst it feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;at first, i thought 3 years is not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and that i can even reach 10 long years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and now, it seems that 3 days of no work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;is an infinite road of loneliness and boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but then i thought. . . . i have this greatest &lt;strong&gt;CONFIDANT&lt;/strong&gt; here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i have this pen, these clean sheets and im in solitariness with &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i may feel that im alone but for sure i will never be lonely again coz &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; cheers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/10249224-111914603325803265?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/111914603325803265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=111914603325803265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/111914603325803265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/111914603325803265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/06/homesick-1.html' title='homesick #1'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-111810668091972540</id><published>2005-06-07T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:59:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first crossroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"then i have to find my luck here, sir"&lt;/span&gt; usually is the line that i say when relocation or assignment of job is on the other place or outside cebu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;the craving of getting a job pushes me to this edge of a barely 2 day decision. now i am in one of many crossroads in my life, that i have to decide...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;overnight, i tried to decant everything what i really want but it seems that half of me is still undecided or maybe decided but not sure, it seems there is still a little commotion inside this little head, commotion of wants and didn't wants, commotion of what will i have there and what i have here. i thought, here? i already have a life though it is not so fulfilling because of the absence of job, yes lack of it means a little bit lacking of freedom also. freedom is one but thats for me only, at most that is what i feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;now, the other half is willing to go, willing to experience everything especially being totally independent in facing each and every obstacles and most of all willing to take the risk... my verdict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will go!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/10249224-111810668091972540?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/111810668091972540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=111810668091972540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/111810668091972540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/111810668091972540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-crossroad.html' title='first crossroad'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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-10249224.post-111627088558205988</id><published>2005-05-17T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:22:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;yesterday, a friend asked for a little favor. he wanted me to make another letter similar to the one that i made way back in high school. i asked him if i really made him a letter before and he just smile and handed me a folded yellow paper. when i unfold it i recognize my handwriting and couldn't believe that i really made a love letter when i was in high school.... i tried to remember the drifted thoughts over the years and ask my friend if i could borrow it for days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;dear &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;This missive of mine comes from the innermost chamber of my heart. I am sorry if I dare to court but I could no longer control this erratic beating of my heart. Not a day passes by without me thinking of you. I have been restless since the day we have known each other. Your memory constantly hunts me. I am ready to bear your anger but I could no longer bear the loneliness in the thoughts of losing you. The redemption of this poor lost love is at your mercy. I love you not only of what you are but what I am when I'm with you. I love you not only of what you have made of yourself but for what you are making of me. Can you cause the utter unhappiness of a person by refusing his undying love. Do I have to suffer because I love you. Don't we have much dream and share together. If I don't have your love I consider myself as a losser forever. That would be the finest day of my life in the time you'll utter the sweetest words I longed to hear. My world gets smaller and smaller as I wait for your favorable reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mÖnster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i admit, i am guilty of plagiarism in writing this letter. i could still remember that the beginning and last sentence of this letter was taken from a weekend issue of a newspaper. but i can't believe that there is a romantic part in my soul before... then i remember about my part on this letter and that it was some kind of a failure in my case because it never reached its destination... but in my friend's situation it won the lady's heart and they survived for more than a year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried to make another letter but i just can't gather my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-111627088558205988?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/111627088558205988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=111627088558205988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/111627088558205988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/111627088558205988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/05/letter.html' title='the letter'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-111545110288511495</id><published>2005-05-12T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:38:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sober up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i used to post something here when i got a shot of a few drinks may it be a beer or a strong liquor. but now i would like to do it more often when i am sober. now, im thinkin` that maybe the reason why until now i didn't understand what really is with me, is that i cease to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;think and comprehend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when i am sober and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;contemplation&lt;/span&gt; comes only when i am intoxicated... the real me might be bad or good and i don't want to get excite on it either because what will i discover in me might be the kind of person that i will despised most.... thing that i feared most is when i loss the will to live my life the way i do now... that is to share all the happiness in this world with my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;does this mean that i'll stay here often than before??? i hope so. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*smilin`*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i try to spare more of my time here and for sure what you'll read next to this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95% free of alcohol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&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/10249224-111545110288511495?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/111545110288511495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=111545110288511495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/111545110288511495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/111545110288511495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/05/sober-up.html' title='sober up!'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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-10249224.post-110872087766907018</id><published>2005-02-18T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T18:43:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better In A Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;they say it is true that "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you're in love with someone there is a tendency that you forgot to love yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;". i don't know, maybe yes or maybe not... it work to others that way but to me? i don't know how it works(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;self-pity eats me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;from the very moment i met this girl i really wanted to &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with her but god knows more than anyone present at that time that i wanted more than &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..... days and weeks passed grabbing each and every possible chances to spend time with her and to know her better.... more weeks passed, there is a change of menu in the conversation and have a more intimate recipe added mixed with the insensible topics.... no second thoughts with regards in talking of problems with each other and become more comfortable with each others accompany. i never felt as close as a friend to anybody else than with her. the mere prescence of her is already a comfort whenever i feel i am in the bottom part of the world. a few days after that i feel like taking the friendship into another plateau i like my love, care and understanding for her to be recognize with more shades of color but i don't know how and there are lots of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;what if's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;boggling on my head.... one day she told me something i didn't know yet, something that really stabs straight in my heart.... sobbing, she said that they have this big fight with the person she loves and that she feels like ending her life is the solution to end her misery... on the next day i send her a message that whatever happens i am still here that loves, cares and understands her. this time in a platonic way and when she said that she knows and it goes the same with her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;it really feels great knowing it and its like a thorn pulled from my heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i can't be the sun that shines in your day then let me be the moon that illuminates light in the darkness of your life's journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i know moon looks better in a distance, no craters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-110872087766907018?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/110872087766907018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=110872087766907018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110872087766907018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110872087766907018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/02/better-in-distance.html' title='Better In A Distance'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-110837143209381946</id><published>2005-02-14T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:01:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/FelipInbox/Personals/moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Photo taken by:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ronamae Chiong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249224-110837143209381946?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/110837143209381946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=110837143209381946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110837143209381946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110837143209381946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/02/moon.html' title='The Moon'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-110648708418445470</id><published>2005-01-23T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:31:24.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars/friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;tonight, a very cold wind is blowing through your clothing. you saw the moon which is like a child playing hide and seek with the thick cloud that threatens the dry-leaking land with heavy rains and for sure stars are countable if there are any at that time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;these &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may never be there until the morning comes and yes, there is always this &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for tomorrow but know this those few stars &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;light up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your night in some way or in their &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;own little way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;...they may not as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;radiant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but they shine still.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, may be.&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/10249224-110648708418445470?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/110648708418445470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=110648708418445470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110648708418445470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110648708418445470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/01/starsfriends.html' title='stars/friends'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-110624718797893117</id><published>2005-01-21T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T03:22:39.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i ended last night after a dramatic accompany of beer bottles just to forget this gurl even if its just in my sleep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;do i really WANT to forget this gurl&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;do i really WANT to forget this gurl&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;do i really WANT to forget this gurl&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why the thoughts of her&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;haunts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;haunts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;haunts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...in every ordinary day i try hard to avoid seeing and listening to this gurl even in thoughts but every night in my dreams it always caught me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;off-guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/10249224-110624718797893117?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/110624718797893117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=110624718797893117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110624718797893117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110624718797893117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/01/haunted.html' title='haunted'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249224.post-110611969307861785</id><published>2005-01-19T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T15:41:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V.E.D. 8/9/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;An &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that resides only a few months here on earth leave and left her parents in deep resentments &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(im sure)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But as i stared at her laying with her eyes gazing at a certain direction but mine. Cannot help myself but feel pity and surrender to any weird ideas which try to barge in my head. Differences in each parents side are fully scrutinized and identified and thoughts that must not exist has been formulated. Exiting and begone in the midst of the wake is the next thing i tried to insinuate in me. Feeling of disparage and self-disdain buzz in me maybe because i know i should not think of it that way. God forgave me, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not even half of the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they feel can i contain yet i irrationaly conclude that it is a parental fault though it is vivid on their whining and lugubrious look that nobody wanted it. Having myself drowned into the heavy mix effect of brandy, rum and caffeine has somehow relieved the guilt recur that night. I know that my feeling of sympathy to the parents has now turned into a feeling of empathy to either side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just a glimpse of her pitiful angelic face breed a commotion in me as if shambles and serenity played hide and seek in my head. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; is the least I can do to equate the equilibrium of tranquility and chaos that dwells in my head. Letting the night to fade and the sun to come while hitting myself hard with alcohol and caffeine is the best I can do to linger with the situation. Minutes and hours passed bottles of different wines were emptied but resentment and anger are still very apparent on the faces of the parents as if blaming on each fault. Nobody's fault, I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;say. It is part of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HIS plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it is one of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HIS way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to mold us and be like more of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is what I feel and how I reacted on the night I saw little angel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vea Erika Dacua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lie lifeless in her custom-made coffin, an angel and a look resemblance to virgin mary; soft and white skin, heart-shaped lips and black colored iris matched her deep setted melancholic eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &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/10249224-110611969307861785?l=monsterinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/feeds/110611969307861785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249224&amp;postID=110611969307861785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110611969307861785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249224/posts/default/110611969307861785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsterinside.blogspot.com/2005/01/ved-8904.html' title='V.E.D. 8/9/04'/><author><name>m Ö n s t e r</name><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>
