<?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-5449129137012785857</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:01:00.137-08:00</updated><category term='art of letting go'/><category term='sad'/><category term='falling in love'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='BSA'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='hoping'/><category term='bestfriend'/><category term='flirting'/><category term='damn accounting'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='fling'/><category term='alone'/><category term='love'/><category term='new blog mahrix'/><category term='mending'/><category term='BSMA'/><category term='failed'/><title type='text'>lablab07</title><subtitle type='html'>She&amp;#39;s finally accepted the changes
&amp;amp; realizing nothing can be the same anymore
but she&amp;#39;s keeping her strength up
&amp;amp; she&amp;#39;s willing to try her best to never look back.

♥♥♥ i feel the rain on my skin, no one else can feel it for me, only me can let it in, no one else, no one else... 
can speak the words on my lips...
drench myself in words unspoken, i&amp;#39;ll live my life with arms wide open...
today is where my book begins...

the rest is still...

UNWRITTEN... ♥♥♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-3836049520104768302</id><published>2009-05-28T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:01:08.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog mahrix'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pls be redirected on this site! :p my newfangled &lt;a href="http://babaenglaitera.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://babaenglaitera.blogspot.com"&gt;http://babaenglaitera.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks much! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-3836049520104768302?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/3836049520104768302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=3836049520104768302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/3836049520104768302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/3836049520104768302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2009/05/pls-be-redirected-on-this-site-p-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-5161480339525981138</id><published>2008-12-05T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:16:15.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed signals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I want to make you smile as you make me&lt;/span&gt;. :) how i wish i could be with you as often as I could, I wish that  eternity will permit me to..:) yes.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're my sunshine after the hardest rain in my life&lt;/span&gt;... you're the one who showed me that there's life after all... even though it seemed that he'd taken it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you saw my thoughts right through my eyes.. and if You'll ask me what I'm thinking... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You are the stars, and I the empty sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me there is a yearning ever flowing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that needs to reach an end that never comes&lt;/span&gt;.. It's a hard process of forgetting everything... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;... a process that makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;... makes everything around me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dull&lt;/span&gt;... Yes... I'm not the same person as before... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm empty&lt;/span&gt;...but you changed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be myself without you with me...&lt;br /&gt;This is a truth no wisdom ever plumbs..:P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, you laugh, and said that I'm your personal angel, I didn't answer... I don't know what to say then.. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm just being careful not to mess up again&lt;/span&gt;... not to you... not to the person who had given me everything when I have nothing left even for my self... and to tell you honestly...&lt;br /&gt;that is what I want so much to be... to be your personal angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the process of mending everything...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise you something...&lt;br /&gt;but one thing I  can tell you is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bottled up inside of me are the words i never said... the feelings that i hide... and the the lines you've never read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-5161480339525981138?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/5161480339525981138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=5161480339525981138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/5161480339525981138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/5161480339525981138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/12/mixed-signals.html' title='mixed signals...'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-6168661234109973172</id><published>2008-10-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:31:17.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 times</title><content type='html'>i wish i could live life 5 times over...&lt;br /&gt;then i'd be born in 5 different places, and i'd stuff myself with different food around the world:)&lt;br /&gt;i'd live 5 different occupations...&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;for those 5 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'd still choose to fall in love with the same person i love now...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-6168661234109973172?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/6168661234109973172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=6168661234109973172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/6168661234109973172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/6168661234109973172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-times.html' title='5 times'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-7407887748637640614</id><published>2008-10-19T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:08:33.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><title type='text'>hoping</title><content type='html'>im confused:(&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do right now...&lt;br /&gt;all this time...&lt;br /&gt;i taught that i'm over with what we had...&lt;br /&gt;yet now... i find my self..&lt;br /&gt;hoping...&lt;br /&gt;hoping for some things that wont come true anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i know...&lt;br /&gt;things will never be the same...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should stop this na....:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-7407887748637640614?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/7407887748637640614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=7407887748637640614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/7407887748637640614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/7407887748637640614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoping.html' title='hoping'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-641593337876309614</id><published>2008-10-19T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:41:42.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><title type='text'>yes! I'm a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JUDGE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll prove you wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TELL ME WHAT TO DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll tell you off!&lt;br /&gt;say &lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT WORTH IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch where I end up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALL ME &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really have no idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll show you one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-641593337876309614?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/641593337876309614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=641593337876309614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/641593337876309614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/641593337876309614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-im-bitch.html' title='yes! I&apos;m a bitch'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-7640141319289944067</id><published>2008-10-16T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:48:53.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art of letting go'/><title type='text'>The Art of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SPgI3FXtFkI/AAAAAAAAADo/c0lH6v8jAHY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257962307382482498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SPgI3FXtFkI/AAAAAAAAADo/c0lH6v8jAHY/s200/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You hug him good-bye like its &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;... While all you wish for to do is &lt;em&gt;hold on forever&lt;/em&gt;… But you let go, you just smile and walk off. Then you cry all the way home because you know it will never be the same, because try as you might, you can't make someone love you. Sometimes you have to let them be free... and letting go, that is when love hurts the most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it finally happened. Your poor, heart finally crumbled into a little pile of dust and flew away. It was over. You were never going to get someone back. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was time for a little self-respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was time to let go. &lt;em&gt;It’s now the time to move on&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wonder who will you love and who will you see, but most of all you wonder what you’ll be. It seems like yesterday, you had it all and nothing was wrong, but the times are changing and time will come that everything can go wrong... &lt;em&gt;Moving on is simple, it's what you leave behind that’s hard. &lt;/em&gt;It’s really painful to say goodbye to someone else that you don’t want to let go, but believe me, its even more painful to ask someone to keep on if you can never make the relationship work out the way it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting go isn't a one time thing, its something you have to do everyday, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;To let go isn't to forgot, not to think about, or disregard. It doesn’t leave feelings of resentment, envy, or regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting go isn't about winning or bringing up the rear. It’s not about pride and it's not about how you come out and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting go isn't blocking memories or thinking heartbreaking thoughts, and doesn't abscond emptiness, hurt, or gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting go isn't about loss and it's not about defeat. It’s not about giving in or giving up.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to value the memories, but to overcome and move on. It is having open mind self-reliance in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting go is learning and experiencing and growing.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to be thankful for the times that made you giggle, made you shed tears, and made you mature. It’s about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will soon gain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, letting go is having the courage to accept &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;change&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and the strength to keep &lt;em&gt;moving&lt;/em&gt;. Letting go is &lt;em&gt;growing up&lt;/em&gt;. It is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--my article for our mag (TRUFRENS)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-7640141319289944067?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/7640141319289944067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=7640141319289944067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/7640141319289944067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/7640141319289944067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-of-letting-go.html' title='The Art of Letting Go'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SPgI3FXtFkI/AAAAAAAAADo/c0lH6v8jAHY/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-1216175912031033590</id><published>2008-10-16T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:11:20.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>what's complicated and why does it hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what's complicated and why does it hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's when you dont know where you stand in a person's life;&lt;br /&gt;it's when you're hanging in dead air and knowing you can be thrown off anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's when you're like  more than friends&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;it's like you're lovers&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's really otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARN IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you would want to wish  to have never met the person at all but at the back of your mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're thankful you have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-1216175912031033590?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/1216175912031033590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=1216175912031033590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/1216175912031033590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/1216175912031033590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-complicated-and-why-does-it-hurt.html' title='what&apos;s complicated and why does it hurt?'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-8584403807863706703</id><published>2008-10-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:53:56.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>i'm suuuuuper alone...:(&lt;br /&gt;and i hate this feeling....:(&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad, i'm sick...:(&lt;br /&gt;i want someone who'll be just there, whnever i needed him...:(&lt;br /&gt;i'm a damsel in distress and i need some one....&lt;br /&gt;just someone who'll prove to me &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that not all men are the same&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-8584403807863706703?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/8584403807863706703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=8584403807863706703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/8584403807863706703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/8584403807863706703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-3025988536619173142</id><published>2008-10-14T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:35:08.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fling'/><title type='text'>no boyfriend, and no strings attached with flings policy</title><content type='html'>good morning sunshine!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i'll be happy about everything that's been happening to me right now...&lt;br /&gt;aside from being in an uncertain situation with my studies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm slowly, and deeply falling inlove with this person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid, everything will be ruined because of this...&lt;br /&gt;look..&lt;br /&gt;i've engage my self in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no boyfriend, and no strings attached with flings policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (whaaaaattt?)&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha... yes yes yes...&lt;br /&gt;i've made my mind about that, and i intend to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want to take everything, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet now i'm in a situation that i think, little by little my defenses were being destroyed...:(&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have to end this before it kills me...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-3025988536619173142?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/3025988536619173142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=3025988536619173142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/3025988536619173142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/3025988536619173142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-boyfriend-and-no-strings-attached.html' title='no boyfriend, and no strings attached with flings policy'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-3809245489736463266</id><published>2008-10-13T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:36:59.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSA'/><title type='text'>BSA? or BSMA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;dear dear dear oh my!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just went to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt; just to see our grades first hand&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(although we're expecting that the grades will be complete by then, but... its really early pa, and all the grades are not yet encoded...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's super rainy and so gloomy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; i dont know what is ahead of me right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dont know if Im still qualified to take the BSA program or i'll be directed to BSMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! my god!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate my college for putting us in this situation!( oh well, i can't blame them fully bec, its my responsibility to study,. but duh!!! cant they see it?? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they're the only ones who's making things difficult!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrr... i really want to continue what i've started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont want to be an entire failure!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im half hearted right now...&lt;br /&gt;BSA? or BSMA? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-3809245489736463266?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/3809245489736463266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=3809245489736463266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/3809245489736463266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/3809245489736463266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/bsa-or-bsma.html' title='BSA? or BSMA?'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-8260409497975662497</id><published>2008-10-13T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:33:43.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>after everything that had happened between us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;today was the happiest!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because today, i learned to let go,&lt;br /&gt;and to this day i must say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm completely over with what we had:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked, and thats the only thing i needed to stop this insanity! and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm happy for him,:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally...&lt;br /&gt;aha, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodbye bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-8260409497975662497?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/8260409497975662497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=8260409497975662497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/8260409497975662497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/8260409497975662497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-5562964569942211209</id><published>2008-10-13T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:23:45.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn accounting'/><title type='text'>BSMA??? (damn accounting!)</title><content type='html'>my gahhhhhhhdddd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just got my grades,&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not yet complete at this point but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn accounting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i got a grade of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.75&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;and one thing is,&lt;br /&gt; if i did'nt got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; grade my opt is to take &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BSMA course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;:( i dont know what will happen...:((&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep my fingers crossed that the basis of our grade will be our &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GWA and not just the mere 2.5 grade in accounting!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i hate it!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-5562964569942211209?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/5562964569942211209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=5562964569942211209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/5562964569942211209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/5562964569942211209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/bsma-damn-accounting.html' title='BSMA??? (damn accounting!)'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-4384631793372997295</id><published>2008-10-12T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:09:52.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling in love'/><title type='text'>mending, flirting, falling in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes... im in a bliss of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mending my broken heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and at the same time, enjoying every single moment with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... hayyyy...&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; things are running too fast&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say that im &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;completely over with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my past yet im now in a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whirlwind fling-relationship with some old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, but i'm just enjoying my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i know its a very poor excuse but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i deserve to be happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;and if this makes me happy, then i cant find any reason not to continue this flirting connection. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(badgirl!*evil laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;im so scared to fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;after having consecutive relationships that did'nt end up in a good way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;im afraid to fall for this guy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we've been friends for so long&lt;br /&gt;since&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;grade 4&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;haiiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;i cant let this feelings grow,&lt;br /&gt;we've been best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;and i must act as HIS "bestfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're just best of friends&lt;br /&gt;no more no less...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no more no less....:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-4384631793372997295?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/4384631793372997295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=4384631793372997295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/4384631793372997295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/4384631793372997295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/mending-flirting-falling-in-love.html' title='mending, flirting, falling in love...'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449129137012785857.post-7849626784194906444</id><published>2008-10-11T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:24:44.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art of letting go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to let you go, I didn't want our love to &lt;br /&gt;end. I didn't want you to find someone new because I &lt;br /&gt;knew in my heart it would be too hurt to mend. But I did it &lt;br /&gt;I let you go. I let go of all your lies and broken promises, &lt;br /&gt;I finally learned how to say goodbye. I think it is time I let you go, and that is so hard to do because some part of &lt;br /&gt;me will be in love with you for the rest of my life, but the daydreaming, &lt;br /&gt;the running in place.....it's not healthy. So this is me, cutting the cord. This is &lt;br /&gt;me, doing what I should have done two months ago.....&lt;strong&gt;saying goodbye.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449129137012785857-7849626784194906444?l=mahrix07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/feeds/7849626784194906444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5449129137012785857&amp;postID=7849626784194906444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/7849626784194906444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449129137012785857/posts/default/7849626784194906444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahrix07.blogspot.com/2008/10/saying-goodbye.html' title='saying goodbye'/><author><name>mahrix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31BU3lpftBc/SiJG68dJMsI/AAAAAAAAASI/gyvqim82Wig/S220/DSC00104e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
