<?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-32310222</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:20:14.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incoherence</title><subtitle type='html'>games changes and fears</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115897549014724690</id><published>2006-09-23T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:38:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you hold someone, hold them like it's the last time you'll ever see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And when they go, don't make reasons for them to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only reasons for them to return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115897549014724690?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115897549014724690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115897549014724690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115897549014724690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115897549014724690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/09/b.html' title='B'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115894090230213756</id><published>2006-09-22T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:01:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love some one but it goes to waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;High up above or down below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will try to fix you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115894090230213756?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115894090230213756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115894090230213756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115894090230213756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115894090230213756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/09/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115871088361250356</id><published>2006-09-20T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:10:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smallville (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Lionel: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Chloe: I am always gonna be the girl of your dreams, masquerading as your bestfriend. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;Lex: In the real world darkness is a journey, not a light switch. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Lex: Personally, I think I got all the looks in the family. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Clark: Chloe, I'm glad to see you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe: There's a sentence I never thought I'd hear again. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Lex: Sentimentality is synonymous with vulnerability. You taught me that. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Lionel: Lex, I can feel your smirk from here. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Chloe: My feelings for Clark are so ancient, they're fossilized! --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Chloe: My dad said there are two types of girls -- the ones you grow out of and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping one day you'll fly back to me. Because I think you're worth the wait. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Lex: Trust me – there's nothing worse than a missed opportunity. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Lex: Let's just say the crouching tigress is finding her hidden dragon. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Chloe: Love is rarely. If ever logical. --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115871088361250356?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115871088361250356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115871088361250356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115871088361250356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115871088361250356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/09/smallville-part-1.html' title='Smallville (Part 1)'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115870330497033097</id><published>2006-09-20T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:09:27.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is mostly optional.</title><content type='html'>can't sleep.. been awake for more than 24 hours already.. finished the whole season 3 and half of 4 of smallville. i dunno why but it's just that everytime i feel sleepy and i lie down nawawala antok ko.. it really sucks.. it's like i'm working again only not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recap.. i'm still unemployed! for 2 months and 1/2 already. kala ko this would only last for like 1 month only.. pero mag 3 months na.. well i'm planning to get a job na.. kailangan christmas may trabaho na ko. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday was rylle's bday.. the day before that si jay. sweet, magkasunod lang sila. went to jay's house kasi may celebration sila. ok naman.. and this sat naman it's trek's celebration naman. family naman! i'm a bit excited of going home kina lola kasi it's been 4 months na ata since i last went there. i miss lola.. i just hope that she's still doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of things in my mind. so many di ko na maintindihan. funny bum na nga ako pero andami ko pa rin iniisip. i dunno. well cguro nga if you're just at home or kung wala kang ginagawa talagang mapapaisip ko on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 6 am.. at hindi pa rin ako makatulog! naiinis na ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto yata yung unang gabi na hindi ako uminom.. hehe.. gabi gabi ata umiinom ako.. para makatulog. maybe the reason why i can't sleep kasi hindi ako uminom.. shyet wala na kong pera pano naman ako iinom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115870330497033097?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115870330497033097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115870330497033097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115870330497033097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115870330497033097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/09/sleep-is-mostly-optional.html' title='Sleep is mostly optional.'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115835858259341120</id><published>2006-09-16T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T06:16:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish</title><content type='html'>i wish i could just sleep peacefully. and not worry what the next day's in store for me. i wish i could just lie awake and not fill my mind with thoughts of you. and what you can do, or will do. i wish i could just be.. just be who i should be.. free from all the pain. free from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115835858259341120?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115835858259341120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115835858259341120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115835858259341120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115835858259341120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/09/wish.html' title='wish'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115822234081838906</id><published>2006-09-14T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:25:40.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cayman islands</title><content type='html'>Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;then into the street following the water&lt;br /&gt;there's a bearded man paddling in his canoe&lt;br /&gt;looks as if he has come all the way from the cayman islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these canals, it seems, they all go in circles&lt;br /&gt;places look the same, and we're the only difference&lt;br /&gt;the wind is in your hair, it's covering my view&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to you, on a bike we've hired until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only they could see, if only they had been here&lt;br /&gt;they would understand, how someone could have chosen&lt;br /&gt;to go the length I've gone, to spend just one day riding&lt;br /&gt;holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115822234081838906?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115822234081838906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115822234081838906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115822234081838906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115822234081838906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/09/cayman-islands.html' title='cayman islands'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115822181857209121</id><published>2006-09-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:16:58.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;- when fate tells you a sign, BELIEVE IT. -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115822181857209121?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115822181857209121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115822181857209121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115822181857209121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115822181857209121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-fate-tells-you-sign-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115754711347280739</id><published>2006-09-06T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:03:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the guy who loves you (",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;from mica.. ganda (",)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you...&lt;br /&gt;if he can't always see you,&lt;br /&gt;he will try to make himself busy,&lt;br /&gt;to not have any time to remember you,&lt;br /&gt;because he knows if he did,&lt;br /&gt;he will keep on missing you&lt;br /&gt;until he could do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;can't tell you the reason why&lt;br /&gt;he loves you... he only knows that,&lt;br /&gt;in his eyes, you are the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;seldom praises you...&lt;br /&gt;but in his heart,&lt;br /&gt;you are the best,&lt;br /&gt;only he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;will scold or complain&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't reply to his message but others,&lt;br /&gt;because he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;only drops his tears infront of you...&lt;br /&gt;when you try to wipe his tears,&lt;br /&gt;you are touching his heart,&lt;br /&gt;the heart which beats for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;will remember every word u said...&lt;br /&gt;even if it's accidentally,&lt;br /&gt;and he will use the word always&lt;br /&gt;at the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you...&lt;br /&gt;will not give any promise that easily,&lt;br /&gt;because he doesn't want to break the promise,&lt;br /&gt;he wants you to believe him&lt;br /&gt;and he wants to give you&lt;br /&gt;the happiest and safest life ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;always tell you not to think too much,&lt;br /&gt;because he already has plans for you...&lt;br /&gt;he wants to give you the best life in the future...&lt;br /&gt;he wants to give you a surprise...&lt;br /&gt;believe him that he can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;will go to the airport to fetch you...&lt;br /&gt;he won't carry a bunch of roses&lt;br /&gt;and call you darling like what you expect...&lt;br /&gt;but he will carry your luggage and ask you&lt;br /&gt;"why are you becoming that thin within two days?"&lt;br /&gt;with his sincere heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;will listen quietly to you,&lt;br /&gt;when you are mad,&lt;br /&gt;and when you finish, he will say,&lt;br /&gt;"you still got class tomorrow, sleep earlier..."&lt;br /&gt;with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know whether to call you or not&lt;br /&gt;when you are angry,&lt;br /&gt;but he will send a message to you after a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;if you ask him why that late, he will say,&lt;br /&gt;"when you are angry, my explanations are all rubbish,&lt;br /&gt;but when you calm down, my explanation will really work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;always calls you little girl,&lt;br /&gt;but everytime he wants to make a big decision,&lt;br /&gt;he will first want to hear your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't like little toys like teddy bears,&lt;br /&gt;but he will always put the bear you gave him&lt;br /&gt;at his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;will apologize uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;while you are quarelling&lt;br /&gt;although you are the one who's wrong...&lt;br /&gt;and later, he will send a message to you saying,&lt;br /&gt;"baby, actually you know it's your fault, you know it urself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;while really missing you,&lt;br /&gt;will want to buy a bunch of roses&lt;br /&gt;and wait for you stupidly under your apartment...&lt;br /&gt;but he never knows that what he bought are daisies....&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;because in his heart,&lt;br /&gt;those are roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115754711347280739?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115754711347280739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115754711347280739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115754711347280739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115754711347280739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/09/guy-who-loves-you.html' title='the guy who loves you (&quot;,)'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115687766441541575</id><published>2006-08-30T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:54:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Map</title><content type='html'>I would like to think our paths are straight&lt;br /&gt;Disconnected from the choices we make&lt;br /&gt;That there is no reason why it can't be like you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your street&lt;br /&gt;But I know one day it's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be swept off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like someone to make a map&lt;br /&gt;Mark my home and draw some lines that match&lt;br /&gt;All of the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;It can be like you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your street&lt;br /&gt;But I know one day it's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be swept off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your street&lt;br /&gt;But I know one day it's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be swept off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that I know is it's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your street&lt;br /&gt;But I know one day it's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be swept off your feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115687766441541575?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115687766441541575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115687766441541575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115687766441541575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115687766441541575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/street-map.html' title='Street Map'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115683852559821688</id><published>2006-08-29T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:02:05.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay's Bday 08/20/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/33159345222742l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/400/33159345222742l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(082006) so ampangit ko d2.. yak.. jay's bday at her house.. we are the alfonso girls.. mwahahaha.. sana ma upload na ang ibang pictures :)&lt;div 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08/20/06'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115683781430425676</id><published>2006-08-29T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:50:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but why?!</title><content type='html'>ah ganun? matabang pala.. OK... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115683781430425676?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115683781430425676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115683781430425676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115683781430425676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115683781430425676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/but-why.html' title='but why?!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115678790500241886</id><published>2006-08-29T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:01:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's been days since i last blogged.. can't say that i've been busy for the past few days.. maybe i was a bit preoccupied with some "stuff." good thing is, i've been out at last with some of my friends.. i can say that i am happiER now.. but not totally happy.. err.. i dunno..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i'm still lazy to go find a job.. i dunno.. I JUST DON'T KNOW WHY I'M SO LAZY! i hate going to work.. but i know i should be looking for one now.. maybe tomorrow.. or the day after tomorrow.. or the next day after that.. haaaay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's already 1:46 am.. and i still can't sleep.. not to mention that these past few days i've been sleeping at around 7 am.. got a few more hours to go before i get sleepy.. i am so wide awake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;listening to XM.. walang magandang tugtog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well i am excited about the sept 9 reunion with the my batchmates.. ano na kaya itsura nila.. haha.. well updated ako sa iba because of friendster.. but the rest.. hahaha.. it sure is fun to see them again.. after 5 years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hate this friggin lighter.. ayaw sumindi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so what have i been up to lately... hmm well.. i've been watching more of cartoon network now.. not to mention that i'm so disappointed because samurai jack is about to end na.. leche.. kung kelan ko naman nagustuhan saka naman matatapos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;masarap naman ang milo and coffee ha? alam kong binabasa mo to and i'm sorry masarap sya.. PARA SAKIN.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;talking nonsense again.. wala talagang magawa.. badtrip kumain pa kasi ulit ako kaya tuloy ako lalong hindi inaantok.. well pag ako naging desperado.. manonood na naman ako ulit ng TV.. hoping na may CSI.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh well.. pag may naisip ako na mas magandang i-blog.. i just feel like surfing muna..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115678790500241886?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115678790500241886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115678790500241886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115678790500241886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115678790500241886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/nonsense-shit.html' title='nonsense shit'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115589835378123814</id><published>2006-08-18T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:52:33.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BONI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have the perfect word to describe what I'm feeling right now. I just got home from metrowalk with mom and rylle. I am so tired but I just can't sleep. I can't say I'm exhausted because I am more than exhausted.. and if there is such a word well.. that's how i feel right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night i was out with rylle again and her friends. A very good friend of rylle offered to pick me up at 3 am in the morning just so i could actually "go out." Well, I'd say it was good because atlast... I had a few bottles and at the last minute I decided to stay at the condo with my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was already 6 am.. and I still wanna drink. Kaso we were being followed by her bf.. so no choice but to stay in condo and sleep. I dunno if I was already drunk.. well maybe I was.. hmmm I really dunno.. But when we got in the room.. everything just went *ping! ping! ping!*... MEMORIES.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Err... I swear I never thought that the condo would bring me so much memories. I even went down to podium deck just to check out the place. I had 3 sticks of yosi when I went down.. At yun na nga.. while I was there.. checking the place.. BOOM.. eto na naman ang memories. Ewan ko pero baduy man kung sa baduy.. I even went to those places kung san kami tumatambay. Nothing changed.. Ganun pa rin since the last time I was there with him. I knew it wasn't a good idea pero part of me wanted to really check the place. Yun lang nga, kala ko kaya ko i-take yun as good memories.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went up.. back to the room.. Hindi ko alam.. pero bigla na lang akong umiyak. I have no idea why I cried.. I mean I know the reason why I was crying pero hindi ko na lang talaga napigilan. I guess it's because when you just keep your feelings locked up.. mage-explode din sya eventually. Akala ko maiiyak lang ako ng onti pero humagulgol ako! Sheesh.. I never thought I was gonna cry that hard. Parang feeling ko sumabog na talaga lahat ng nararamdaman ko hindi ko na nakayanan. Wala ng piniling lugar.. Well it's a good thing naka-akyat na ko sa room when I bursted. But damn, yung iyak ko na yun.. hindi ko makakalimutan yun. That was the worst IYAK na naiyak ko.. Hindi ko na nga alam kung pano ako natigil pero basta when I woke up.. singkit na ko.. hehe.. at sobrang sakit ng ulo ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sobrang totoo yung sinasabi nila na you miss someone it hurts. It hurts a lot. Too much. And the worst part is everyday it just keeps getting worse. Maybe its because you know you can't do anything about it anymore.. and that you just have to let it go. Or maybe you know that you can still do something, but you know that it just won't be the same anymore. Oh well.. so many questions! Atleast ngayon alam ko na na hindi ako babalik ng condo hanggat prepared na ko. (",)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing that made me sad was when I heard na baka ibenta na yung condo. Grabe.. it's just too much na talaga. Sana naman eh isa isa na lang silang dumaan.. hindi yung ganito na sabay sabay! And daddy.. well... i just found out that he's not answering rylle's calls.. these past few weeks na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sheeesh.. I know I'm strong.. But I'm not that strong enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115589835378123814?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115589835378123814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115589835378123814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115589835378123814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115589835378123814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/boni.html' title='BONI'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115555174336538900</id><published>2006-08-14T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:45:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Piece, Missing Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm feeling better now. maybe it's because i haven't heard or seen anything bad from his side. or maybe i'm just having a good day. or i'm still not having my moodswings yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to read a book. though i can't find anything that interests me here at home. i've read the good ones.. the ones that are left are just boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pissed of because of my dinner last night. kulang na kulang. ang sarap pa naman. i should ask alfred to cook that meal again. SARAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ym version 8 sucks. lagi akong nadidisconnect. wala naman masyadong difference.. pero andami kong nakukuhang error.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lapit na birthday ni daddy. at wala pa rin akong news sa kanya. oh well, maybe may iba na syang mundo. at wala na syang balak magparamdam samin. but i still feel bad kasi hindi ko sya na-greet nung father's day. so kailangan ma-greet ko sya sa bday nya. bahala na si batman. and i guess mom is pissed as well kasi hindi na nakikita ni daddy sina robs. and well, aside pa dun.. she has her own reasons na rin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring day.. i should get a dvd.. yung mga marathon.. i'm thinking of smallville, or one tree hill, er.. i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so what else can i do on a boring monday? lahat ng tao may ginagawa ako lang ang wala. minsan napapaisip ako if i should get a job na. pero naisip ko naman na wag muna. kasi hindi pa ko stable. at hindi pa ko fit to work. baka pag na moodswings ako eh umalis na naman ako bigla. sayang ang time. pero soon, work na ko. nakakasuka na dito sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tagal ng simpsons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there are a lot of things that i'm missing right now. specially the moments when i'm with him. actually i just miss the moments when i'm with him. there are just times that even though you're mad, you still get to miss the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the things that i miss.. hmm.. i miss eating with him. haha.. yun ang una kong naisip kasi siguro nagugutom na ko. pero i miss eating with him kasi it doesn't really matter kahit ganung karami kainin ko when i'm with him. tas matutulog bigla.. haha spell bangungot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i also miss the moments when we drink. wherever, bar man o bahay, anytime of day. i have to admit lumakas ako uminom dahil sa kanya. i used to have this 3 bottle limit. now, god knows how many na.. nagugulat na nga lang ako when we go out with his friends buhay pa rin ako kahit umaga na. but i tried drinking 1 shot of tequila tas iinom ng beer.. damn.. BLAGTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whatelse.. i miss our isaw days.. haha.. bopis na rin isama mo.. well what can i say.. we love to eat and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;also i miss those moments na wala kaming ginawa kundi tumawa ng tumawa. and also yung mga times na wala kaming magawa sa phone. nanttrip kami ng tao. my gosh jojo.. sorry.. pero ikaw ang favorite namin. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well i guess i just miss those moments i share with him. those were the times na no insecurities, kahit magulo buhok ko eh ayos lang. kahit mataba ako ayos lang din! most of all, kasi nung mga times na yun no worries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmmm.. raqs wala naman dun sa five stages yung nararamdaman ko ngayon eh.. MISSING the person.. i'm thinking where the missing part comes in sa DABDA.. hmm.. well cguro it's part of all the stages.. whether you get angry or depressed.. hehe labo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;buti na lang good mood ako ngayon habang nami-miss ko sya. kasi kung hindi.. baka nag-wild na naman ako. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh well.. i dunno. manonood na lang ako ng simpson..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115555174336538900?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115555174336538900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115555174336538900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115555174336538900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115555174336538900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing-piece-missing-peace.html' title='Missing Piece, Missing Peace'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115554728626034290</id><published>2006-08-14T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:21:26.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>I know you’ve given all that you can give to me&lt;br /&gt;I know there'll come a day I understand&lt;br /&gt;Until then I'll be trying to solve your mystery&lt;br /&gt;And Wonder why I couldn’t make you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling through denial , my specialty&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was a good thing for a while&lt;br /&gt;You gave me all your secrets were you testing me?&lt;br /&gt;How could I do anything but smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re–enact your legendary tragedy&lt;br /&gt;And do to me what has been done to you&lt;br /&gt;Is that the only point to all this misery?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any reason I should cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal – takes time&lt;br /&gt;And you gave me all you had&lt;br /&gt;I know in time I will believe&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Did you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Did you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal – it takes time&lt;br /&gt;And you gave me all you had&lt;br /&gt;I know in time I will believe&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you&lt;br /&gt;You loved me&lt;br /&gt;You loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115554728626034290?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115554728626034290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115554728626034290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115554728626034290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115554728626034290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_115554728626034290.html' title='--'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115553674281138633</id><published>2006-08-14T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:25:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assuming that our energies are sufficient,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is interminable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- JIM HARRISON, &lt;em&gt;The Road Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115553674281138633?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115553674281138633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115553674281138633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115553674281138633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115553674281138633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_14.html' title='--'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115538483540053799</id><published>2006-08-12T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T20:13:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIDE &amp; SEEK</title><content type='html'>Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;The dust has only just began to form&lt;br /&gt;Crop circles in the carpet&lt;br /&gt;Sinking, feeling&lt;br /&gt;Spin me around again&lt;br /&gt;And rub my eyes&lt;br /&gt;This can't be happening&lt;br /&gt;When busy streets&lt;br /&gt;A mess with people&lt;br /&gt;Would stop to hold&lt;br /&gt;Their heads heavy&lt;br /&gt;Hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;Trains and sewing machines&lt;br /&gt;All those years&lt;br /&gt;They were here first&lt;br /&gt;Oily marks appear on walls&lt;br /&gt;Where pleasure moments hung before&lt;br /&gt;The takeover&lt;br /&gt;The sweeping insensitivity of this still life&lt;br /&gt;Hide and Seek&lt;br /&gt;Trains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here)&lt;br /&gt;Blood and TearsThey were here first&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what'd you say, mmm, that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'course you didn't&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what'd you say, mmm, that it's all for the best&lt;br /&gt;Because it is&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what'd you say, mmm, that it's just what we need&lt;br /&gt;You decided this&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what'd you say, mmm, what did she say?&lt;br /&gt;Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs&lt;br /&gt;Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit(Hide and Seek)&lt;br /&gt;Speak no feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115538483540053799?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115538483540053799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115538483540053799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115538483540053799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115538483540053799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/hide-seek.html' title='HIDE &amp; SEEK'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115531411215043775</id><published>2006-08-12T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:38:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEP by STEP</title><content type='html'>i was about to go to sleep when i just thought of something. this is something that i know would help me get over him. i took all of his stuff, and others that reminded me of him. and i kept it. and now i can't say that i'm better. but i'm feeling MUCH better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to the radio and they were discussing this line of julia roberts from the mexican. "if 2 people love each other but they can't get blah blah, when do you say that enough is enough?" something like that.. i was grabbing all his stuff when i heard that and suddenly i just cried. i remember i txtd him that quote before. and now.. pakshet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i guess ito lang naman ang pde kong gawin as of now eh.. wala naman na kong pdeng gawin kundi magmukmok, and do something about it. i just hope that as the days go by eh unti unti ko nang maayos life ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115531411215043775?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115531411215043775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115531411215043775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115531411215043775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115531411215043775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/step-by-step.html' title='STEP by STEP'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115529751570974099</id><published>2006-08-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:00:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY sucks</title><content type='html'>i just took the longest bath. 2 hours! mwehehe.. ay naku.. wala lang.. walang magawa on a friday night. i was thinking of texting my sister. pero for sure di yun sasagot at may plans na yun with her bf. ay naku. another lonely weekend. walang pera pang alis! leche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana naman may magandang palabas sa TV. para di naman ako puro net na lang. eh kaso feeling ko wala. at tinatamad akong umakyat para i-check. haay naku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabo-bore ako!! sobra.. haaay.. gusto ko uminom.. hanggang sa makatulog ako.. anything para lang matapos na tong weekend na to.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the reason why i'm like this is hindi ako mapakali AGAIN.. i don't know what the hell is going on outside na.. and mostly where the hell is he.. or what he's doing.. or who's with him.. alam mo na.. THOSE stuffs.. oh well.. neverending yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that i could STOP thinking!! UTANG NA LOOB! gusto ko ng matahimik! pero it's just so hard. ay naku.. napakatagal naman nung TIME na yan.. wala na bang way na ma-fast forward?? kasi nakakaubos ng lakas.. this is really killing me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. ano pa ba? wala.. killing time na lang to.. sana hindi na lang ako nag 3 coffee para makatulog ako agad. haay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115529751570974099?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115529751570974099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115529751570974099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115529751570974099'/><link rel='self' 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today seems like a good day for me. thanks again kay raquel. oh well.. i hope i do good on the next stages to come. =) it's really nice knowing that you got friends who will surely help you every step of the way. i'm just really glad that i have them always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip ko nga eh. maybe i'm just making a big fuzz of what i'm feeling right now. di kaya masyado ko lang dinadamdam yung mga nangyayari sakin ngayon? ewan ko. cguro if i'm doing something else that would keep me busy i'm sure hindi ako magtata-talak ng ganito. kaya lang yun nga, wala akong masyadong ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DABDA.. hmmm... cguro nga andun na ko sa 2nd stage.. hmm.. bargaining? ewan ko lang.. mejo mixed nga eh.. kasi i did some bargaining na rin.. so i can't really tell which stage i'm in right now.. hay goodluck na lang sakin! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero panalo pa rin talaga na akala ko friday kahapon. nalaman ko lang na hindi pala nung nanonood ako ng TV.. at nanood ako ng TV bago ako matulog.. shyet.. ngayon palang pala mags-start ang weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the weekend.. lahat ng tao wala. asa gimikan. buti na lang andito mga pamangkin ko. so pde ko sila kulitin. buong araw na naman asa disney channel ang TV.. shyet.. sukang suka na ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i have to plan my day.. weekend na eh. para di ako maburaot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115527463875367382?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115527463875367382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115527463875367382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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naman. i wished i didn't have to go home. totoo nga yung sinasabi nila na kahit gano kang kasaya malungkot ka pa rin pag uwi mo. kasi wala kang makausap. tahimik lahat. saka wala kang magagawa kundi magisip. badtrip pa dun.. hindi pa ko lasing! kaya buhay na buhay ang utak ko..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i tried sleeping pero wala nangyari. inis na inis ako kagabi kasi i didn't know what to do. hindi mapakali utak ko. pero one thing i noticed, parang unti unti.. hindi na lungkot yung nararamdaman ko.. parang galit na. i dont know why pero yun yung napansin ko. everytime na umiiyak ako laging sa huli ang feeling ko eh galit. siguro galit ako dahil sa mga nangyari, sa mga nasabi, sa kanya, sa sarili ko.. ewan ko ba! tangina labo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sana lang talaga eh matapos na to. kasi gusto ko na talaga mawala tong feeling na to. cguro i just need more time para maayos ko.. pero for the mean time.. well.. galit na nga siguro ako..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115521198815901787?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115521198815901787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115521198815901787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115521198815901787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115521198815901787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-pakshet.html' title='ah pakshet!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115519649425518058</id><published>2006-08-10T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:54:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT LAUGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/128811/do_not_laugh.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/128811/do_not_laugh/"&gt;Do Not Laugh - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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LAUGH'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115519585497702724</id><published>2006-08-10T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:44:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/z9bss28x3us"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/z9bss28x3us" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Michael Buble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115519585497702724?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115519585497702724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115519585497702724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115519585497702724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115519585497702724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/michael-buble-michael-buble.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115519544481090886</id><published>2006-08-10T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:37:24.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAAAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/6fPnEEl75gM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/6fPnEEl75gM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115519544481090886?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115519320596956049</id><published>2006-08-10T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:00:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRR</title><content type='html'>this is really ticking me off.. i've been spending the past couple of hours trying to download this song that i can't find in limewire!!! i was out with my sister last night and she was playing this song of &lt;a href="http://www.tuckandpatti.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuck &amp;amp; patti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;jazzy.. pero sobrang ganda.. i'm not into jazz music pero this one.. nagustuhan ko talaga.. acoustic na jazz.. EWAN! at naiirita ako hindi ko mahanap yung song sa limewire! i've browsed na rin and still wala yung song na gusto ko.. haaay.. hindi ako dapat ginagalit ng LIMEWIRE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115519320596956049?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115519320596956049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115519320596956049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115519320596956049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115519320596956049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/grrrrr.html' title='GRRRRR'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115512922541881415</id><published>2006-08-09T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:13:45.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT LAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/gamefrog%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/200/gamefrog%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay salamat makakalabas na rin ako ulit. thanks to my sis. it's a good thing she's always there when you need her. libre pa.. ay naku.. cguro i just need to go out more. and HAVE FUN! sana nga talaga everything is falling into place na.. it just feels nice to know that you have someone like your sister to be with you every step of the way. well.. sino lang ba ang magtutulungan kundi kami lang. =) nung sya rin naman single tinulungan ko sya. =) haaay... sana talaga ok na..&lt;br /&gt;this is a pic of me and my sis. our gamefrog days.. alam ko kasama namin si daddy nito eh pero umalis na sya.. i miss daddy as well.. di na siya umuuwi ng condo since my sis moved there with the kids.. haay.. lapit na bday ni daddy.. pero i dunno pano namin sya hahagilapin. i don't even have his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/micoy%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/200/micoy%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is a pic of my daddy with robs and rafie.. so paging daddy.. kung alam nio kung nasan siya sabihin nio lang at malapit na bday nya.. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i'm out! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115512922541881415?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115512922541881415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115512922541881415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115512922541881415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115512922541881415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-last.html' title='AT LAST!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115509844404440204</id><published>2006-08-09T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:40:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up (",)</title><content type='html'>today seems to be quite a good day for me. maybe it's because for the 1st time in 2 weeks i had enough sleep. hopefully in the next few days it would still be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so full.. i just ate lunch. i'm getting fatter and fatter.. see, this is what happens when you're bummed. nothing to do but eat eat and eat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was.. gosh.. what the hell was i saying last night?? hmm.. dala ng emosyon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i just hope that i'm heading for the right path right now. at thanks raquel for the hug. =) kahit cyber hug.. lol.. it sure made a big diff. haha.. oo nga maybe we should catch up when we have time. i miss our barkada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that there were so many things that i've missed for the last 2 1/2 ++ years.. well, atleast now, i have my whole life ahead of me to catch up on all those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115509844404440204?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115509844404440204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115509844404440204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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fists&lt;br /&gt;can fight for two&lt;br /&gt;So it never has to show&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my love&lt;br /&gt;can blind you&lt;br /&gt;I hope my arms&lt;br /&gt;can bind you&lt;br /&gt;So you'll never have to see&lt;br /&gt;What we've grown to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may think&lt;br /&gt;we're alright&lt;br /&gt;But we need pills&lt;br /&gt;to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;We need lies&lt;br /&gt;to make it through the day&lt;br /&gt;We're not ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may think&lt;br /&gt;we're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;But if I had to lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;We're losing ground&lt;br /&gt;with every passing day&lt;br /&gt;We're not ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's one thing&lt;br /&gt;I would never&lt;br /&gt;One thing I would never&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing&lt;br /&gt;I would never say to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115505354471672962?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115505354471672962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115505354471672962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115505354471672962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115505354471672962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-there-be-morning.html' title='LET THERE BE MORNING'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115505281912656382</id><published>2006-08-08T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:00:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE IT STOP..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i can feel myself exploding in just a few more minutes. it's 11:20 pm already. got nothing but my YM, a pack of cigarettes, and coke. i don't feel like talking to anyone. and i'm waiting for the attachments in my mail. this is really killing me. i don't know what i want anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i can't even think straight. my mind is all messed up. these are the moments when you just want to break down and cry and wish that some miracle would just happen. thoughts are running in my head. memories. good and bad. but mostly the good ones. but as i think of them now, they're just filled with so much pain. i just can't stand this anymore. i feel like screaming and let the whole world know how much i'm feeling right now. this is just crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is like my 5th blog for the day. i dunno.. i don't care.. i seem to be repeating the same stuffs. but everytime i finish one blog i feel like it's still incomplete. i'm not even good with words so i dunno if it'll ever be enough.. EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wtf did i do wrong to deserve this? this is just pure torture. i am so mad right now. the only thing i wanted is for me to be happy.. i never wanted this.. i've been feeling pain way too long now. this has got to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wanna grab a beer.. or anything that could help me sleep coz i have a feeling that i'll be up all night. and if i do, hell's gonna break loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but mostly i feel scared. coz when i'm like this.. i do crazy things. and when i say crazy.. i mean CRAZY. i might not be able to control myself and do something stupid. i don't wanna be that kind of person anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why can't i just be like the other normal people? who can just move on that easily? why can't i?!?! i know for a fact that it's only i myself who can do this but can someone tell me how??? keeping yourself busy with other stuff and going out with your friends or meeting new people is BS!!! it just doesn't work for me!! maybe for some people it does.. but to me.. it DOESN'T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;life is so much better when you're young. as you grow older things just get even more complicated. i wish i could be like a kid who can cry it all out and with just one hug everything would be okay. it's so much easier that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115505281912656382?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115505281912656382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115505281912656382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115505281912656382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115505281912656382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/make-it-stop.html' title='MAKE IT STOP..'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115504298043288709</id><published>2006-08-08T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:18:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUKMOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- so ganito na lang ba ang gagawin ko the whole day?? tangina wala na kong ginawa kundi magmukmok.. manood.. magmukmok.. potang life to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kelan ba matatapos to! it's just not fair na maramdaman ko tong feeling na to.. sobrang sakit.. la na kong ginawa kundi umiyak.. i'm so fed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- all i wanted is peace of mind.. but that doesn't mean na peace of mind without him.. it's just so different pag wala siya. ang daming mga bagay na nakasanayan na tas biglang hindi mo na siya magagawa ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure nakasanayan na.. pero ang masakit dun eh hindi ko na ata alam kung may makikita pa kong ganun.. i was watching house kanina.. naiyak naman ako dun sa sinabi nung isang girl.. something like.. "you were the one.. but i can't have you.." tangina naman!!! nakaka-relate ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it's like saying that yep, ikaw nga talaga.. you we're the one for me.. pero hindi pde.. ewan ko! nonsense na lang tong sinasabi ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 9 pm na.. tangina gabi na naman bukas ano na naman kaya haharapin ko? somebody save me from this madness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ano pa bang pde kong gawin? wala na.. na exhaust ko na lahat ng pde kong gawin dito sa bahay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ikaw na ang mawalan ng trabaho. mawalan ng pera pang inom. at mawalan ng bf. at boring na bahay.. pakamatay ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i just downloaded this song &lt;em&gt;what about love by lemar..&lt;/em&gt; at paulit ulit ko tong pinapatugtog.. the &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/12/lemar/what_about_loveq.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; perfectly describes what i feel right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i really wish this would end na.. hindi ko na kasi talaga kinakaya to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115504298043288709?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115504298043288709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115504298043288709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115504298043288709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115504298043288709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/mukmok.html' title='MUKMOK'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115503605038342593</id><published>2006-08-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:20:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeps with butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6mpHvj1D0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6mpHvj1D0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115503605038342593?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115503605038342593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115503605038342593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115503605038342593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115503605038342593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/sleeps-with-butterflies.html' title='sleeps with butterflies'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115502154937708122</id><published>2006-08-08T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:19:09.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idle..</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking of doing a movie marathon. but i don't know which ones to watch. i am so bored. i am really trying hard not to think of it. ang hirap talaga. i wish i could just vanish. the more i try hard not to think of it, the more ko naiisip. it's just not fair. ewan ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there is some way for me to just forget everything and move on. i hate it when they say it's easy when it's not. i want to go out, meet people, do new things.. but i just feel so locked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get a job na.. err... tinatamad pa ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay.. well maybe i'm just crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read the most painful words from his message last night.. yep, i think that's what's bothering me. sana di na lang nya sinabi yun.. it's better na di na lang nya sinabi. i'd rather ma-realize ko na lang sya eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay the pain! but i just have to deal with it. do i have a choice????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this misery ends na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115502154937708122?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115502154937708122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115502154937708122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115502154937708122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115502154937708122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/idle.html' title='idle..'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115502019033497510</id><published>2006-08-08T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:56:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wise up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you first began it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you can hardly stand it though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By now you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til you wise up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you have finally found it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will shrink you 'til you're underground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And living down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til you wise up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prepare a list for what you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before you sign away the deed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause it's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til you wise up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, it's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til you wise up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, it's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just...give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115502019033497510?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115502019033497510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115502019033497510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115502019033497510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115502019033497510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/wise-up.html' title='wise up'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115501683461087620</id><published>2006-08-08T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:00:34.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLORY OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/6301398912.01._AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/200/6301398912.01._AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give a little, take a little&lt;br /&gt;And let your poor heart break a little&lt;br /&gt;That's the story of,&lt;br /&gt;That's the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to laugh a little, cry a little&lt;br /&gt;Until the clouds roll by a little&lt;br /&gt;That's the story of,&lt;br /&gt;That's the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there's the two of us&lt;br /&gt;We've got the world and all its charms&lt;br /&gt;And when the world is through with us&lt;br /&gt;We've got each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to win a little, lose a little&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and always have the blues a little&lt;br /&gt;That's the story of,&lt;br /&gt;That's the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story of,&lt;br /&gt;That's the glory of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115501683461087620?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115501683461087620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115501683461087620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115501683461087620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115501683461087620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/glory-of-love.html' title='GLORY OF LOVE'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115500328884012987</id><published>2006-08-08T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:14:50.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHITTY DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;these shitty days just won't go away. i woke up again with a splitting headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i feel like doogie howser. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyways.. like i said, this splitting headache is killing me.. remind me again not to go capitol when it's about to rain and you only have 50 left in your pocket. baka kaya dun kaya ako magkakasakit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i left shang with a feeling of "shyet dis is it.." i'm not even sure what would happen, but i was happy. i said to myself, this is something that i can't just let it pass. i just need to go there and do it. i've never been drunk and had that feeling. for once, i was sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;while i was on my way, my heart was pounding. probably because i don't know what he would say, and maybe it would all be just closure. i remember grace told me: &lt;em&gt;"kung wala lang akong pasok bukas sasamahan kita."&lt;/em&gt; and i just said, it's something that i need to do on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;turns out, closure na lang nga talaga. we talked and i saw &lt;em&gt;that smile. &lt;/em&gt;the smile na alam ko na wala na talaga. i was a bit stubborn at first, coz i still tried to ask him why and why can't we just forget it. pero no use na. nasabi na nya eh. so wala na talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well. atleast i did my part. it might not be good enough but i went there. maybe it's not because i JUST went there. for a split second last night i felt that YEP, this is something worth fighting for. but its all in the clear now. IT'S NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ohh.. yes.. it won't be long. i'm almost gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115500328884012987?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115500328884012987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115500328884012987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115500328884012987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115500328884012987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/shitty-days.html' title='SHITTY DAYS'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115496826376574582</id><published>2006-08-08T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:15:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH I WILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have to block out thoughts of you so i don’t lose my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i’m alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an ounce of peace is all i want for you. will you never call again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and will you never try to reach me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is i that wanted space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing i won’t touch again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a sick way i want to thank you for holding my head up late at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while i was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i’ll drive so fucking far away that i never cross your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me in ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and with a sad heart i say bye to you and wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that i had made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and like a baby boy i never was a man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until i saw your blue eyes crying and i held your face in my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then i fell down yelling “make it go away!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then she whispered “how can you do this to me?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me todayhate me tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me in waysyeah ways hard to swallow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115496826376574582?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115496826376574582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115496826376574582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115496826376574582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115496826376574582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeah-i-will.html' title='YEAH I WILL'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115493138629382455</id><published>2006-08-07T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:16:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLOWER'S DAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/912726283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/200/912726283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;br /&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The colder water&lt;br /&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;br /&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;br /&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115493138629382455?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115493138629382455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115493138629382455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115493138629382455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115493138629382455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/2006/08/blowers-daughter.html' title='THE BLOWER&apos;S DAUGHTER'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551516754490227095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/home%2018_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32310222.post-115492970999867776</id><published>2006-08-07T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:17:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Years Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/mozella.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/320/mozella.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/mozella.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's almost like you had it planned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/3529/1600/mozella.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like you smiled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and shook my hand and said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, I'm about to screw you over big time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what was I supposed to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was stuck in between you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hard place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't talk about the hard place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't blame you anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's too much pain to store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It left me half dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And boy, looking back I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the girl I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I lost my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It saved my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's how you wanted it to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like you played a joke on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I lost a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I think that I cried for days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now that seems light years away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm never going back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To who I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't blame you anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's too much pain to store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It left me half dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And boy, looking back I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the girl I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I lost my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It saved my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that I cried for days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now that seems light years away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm never going back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To who I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That life seems like light years away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light years away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that life seems like light years away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light years away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115492970999867776?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115492970999867776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115492970999867776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115492970999867776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115492970999867776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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another Light&lt;br /&gt;missing on a long taxi ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down to&lt;br /&gt;Your last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;andthis 'We are one' crap&lt;br /&gt;as you're invading&lt;br /&gt;This thing you call&lt;br /&gt;Love - she smiles away too much&lt;br /&gt;but I'm glad you're on my side,&lt;br /&gt;sure I'm glad you're on my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still You think you deserve&lt;br /&gt;a trust fund&lt;br /&gt;Just because you&lt;br /&gt;Want one&lt;br /&gt;Sure you talk the talk&lt;br /&gt;when you need to&lt;br /&gt;I fear the whole world is&lt;br /&gt;starting to believe you&lt;br /&gt;Just another Dead f**&lt;br /&gt;to you that's all&lt;br /&gt;Just another Light missing&lt;br /&gt;in a long taxi line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is dancing on thetable&lt;br /&gt;We've all been pushed&lt;br /&gt;Too far today&lt;br /&gt;Even a glamorousbi***&lt;br /&gt;can be in need&lt;br /&gt;this is where you know the Honey&lt;br /&gt;from the Killer Bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're on my side&lt;br /&gt;sure I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;you're on my side&lt;br /&gt;sure I'm glad you're on my side&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a long taxi ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32310222-115492577711438056?l=incoherentrasta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentrasta.blogspot.com/feeds/115492577711438056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32310222&amp;postID=115492577711438056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115492577711438056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32310222/posts/default/115492577711438056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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