<?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-8539525797331704467</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:50:45.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spectacular, spectacular</title><subtitle type='html'>the fictional facts of spectacles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-8874155115707913636</id><published>2010-05-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:02:08.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep and dreams</title><content type='html'>12:58 PM 5/20/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will sleep with you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;thinking that everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;thinking that everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;in time.. in time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the promise shall be if i pray&lt;br /&gt;it will help me not to have bad dreams&lt;br /&gt;i believe and shall live with it&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow is something that should be much awaited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight as i rest, i will keep that in my mind&lt;br /&gt;for i shall sleep with you in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdeleon&lt;br /&gt;5.20.2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-8874155115707913636?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8874155115707913636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleep-and-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/8874155115707913636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/8874155115707913636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleep-and-dreams.html' title='sleep and dreams'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-98552704209330221</id><published>2010-05-03T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:09:27.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EIMI</title><content type='html'>I am chemically-induced to feel happy/nothing about things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks because my brain tells me that I should be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the difference of the brain and the Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serotonin and the dopamine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause IDK!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do, but it's too long to differentiate them..&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take life easy and breezy... That's all I want.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-98552704209330221?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/98552704209330221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/05/eimi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/98552704209330221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/98552704209330221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/05/eimi.html' title='EIMI'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-4275491498926463699</id><published>2010-04-18T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:50:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kasiyahan</title><content type='html'>8:28 PM 11/24/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakikita kaya nila ako?&lt;br /&gt;naiisip kaya nila ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam mo&lt;br /&gt;masyadong maraming pinagkakaabalahan ang mga tao para maisip ka nila. kung tinitigilan mo ang kaka-AKO at simulang lumabas sa kwarto mo, malay mo, makita ka nila. malay mo "may sila" pala? di mo malalaman yan hangga't di ka lumalabas sa kwarto mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kasiyahan sa labas&lt;br /&gt;8:30 PM 11/24/2008&lt;br /&gt;tdeleon08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-4275491498926463699?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4275491498926463699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/04/kasiyahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/4275491498926463699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/4275491498926463699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/04/kasiyahan.html' title='kasiyahan'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-3961872915560274093</id><published>2010-04-18T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:49:44.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a repost from 2008</title><content type='html'>everyone's....what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unique, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our finger prints our unique, just like our tongue prints. (yes tongue prints:P) and by licking a stamp, you lose 1/10 of a calorie. try licking as many stamps as you can and see if you lose weight:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loses an average of 40 to 100 strands of hair a day, how many pounds of indestructible junk can our country produce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more junk and tidbits of the not-so-unsual everyday life here on my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tdeleon08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-3961872915560274093?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3961872915560274093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/04/repost-from-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/3961872915560274093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/3961872915560274093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/04/repost-from-2008.html' title='a repost from 2008'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-3488476417817501995</id><published>2010-03-13T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:09:16.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to know your darkest deepest secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-3488476417817501995?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3488476417817501995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-know-your-darkest-deepest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/3488476417817501995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/3488476417817501995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-know-your-darkest-deepest.html' title='I want to know your darkest deepest secret'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-4451184784234876502</id><published>2010-03-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:31:31.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strings</title><content type='html'>6:16am&lt;br /&gt;woke up with nine hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puffy eyes, feeling down, what else?&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired upon wakng up&lt;br /&gt;it is as if i climbed a mountain while i was asleep&lt;br /&gt;but no, i didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to rest&lt;br /&gt;but the rest i wanted to achieve was sort of futile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so many dreams&lt;br /&gt;dreams i can no longer remember in detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i remember&lt;br /&gt;control freakness&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;and rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the qualities and activities i fear&lt;br /&gt;i hate&lt;br /&gt;i dislike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when can i overcome all these&lt;br /&gt;i want to be well&lt;br /&gt; but i have to learn to let go of these fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid and strange ideas come into my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know time will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes time will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry for those who think i am okay now.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry for my disorder mislead you.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you will still stay&lt;br /&gt;for even if  i seem like letting go,&lt;br /&gt;i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to hold on even to that single strand i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tdeleon10.3.2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-4451184784234876502?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4451184784234876502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/strings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/4451184784234876502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/4451184784234876502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/strings.html' title='strings'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-6034541515830146247</id><published>2010-01-30T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:49:55.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>akala mo malaki ka na..akala mo bata ka pa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is an old unfinished unpublished article i found.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is worth publishing. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had plans and attempts to finish this, but i can't. i am hoping that later i would be able to write something like this. and finish it with a winning smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it begins like this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami na rin ang pinagdaanan natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kailan lang na nakita ninyo ako na walang salawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kailan lang na kalong ninyo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kailan lang na ako ay nasa munting tahanan sa Caridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(namiss ko un a.typing the word "Caridad")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi biro malayo sa pamilya. Lalu na kapag maraming problema at hamon ang iyong hinaharap. Hindi biro ang malayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamilya. Isang konsepto na hindi ko naintindihan. O siguro hindi ko naramdaman o NIramdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May hang-ups ako sa buhay pamilya. Marami akong tanong. Pero ni minsan ba noon ay sinabi ko sa pamilya ko na, "kuntento na ako sanyo.masaya ako na kasama ko kayo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa dahil kung kailan nawala at saka mo mararamdaman ang kanilang presensiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumaki ako sa hindi pangkaraniwang pamilya(at least sa lugar namin). Lola ko ang uma-attend ng PTA meetings, recognition at kung anu ano pa.. Ang lolo ko naman, siya ang Santa Claus ko, mapa-pasko man o hindi. Ang salitang nanay, tatay at kapatid ay medyo alien sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May pamilya ang nanay ko. Gayundin ang tatay ko. Ako lang ang bunga nila. Nag-iisa. Kaya pwede mo na ring sabihin na ako ay "nag-iisang anak". Ispeysiyal doter sabi nga ng nanay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko man naintindihan agad ang kabuuan ng kwento, sa pagdaan ng taon ay natutunan ko at naramdaman ko ang salitang PAMILYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng nanay ko ng isilang ang una kong kapatid, "Dadi ang itawag mo sa kanya. Daddy siya ng kapatid mo e". Di na ako umangal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap man lumaki na magkaiba kayo ng mata, ilong, bibig, tainga. Pati na rin ang apelyido, hindi ko gaano ito naramdaman dahil sa pag gabay ng aking Mama. Naniwala ako ng de Leon ako at anak ako ng lolo't lola ko. Pero may nanay ako at dalawng kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumaan ang hayskul at maraming pagsubok at bagong kaalaman ang pumasok sa kokote ko. Hindi biro ang may lolo na may sakit, ang pagdating ng lola ko sa tuhod. Kasabay pa nito ang acads, orgs at higit sa lahat, ang pagdadalaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sungit ko nun. Ate Sunget ang tawag nila sa akin. Tanggap ko naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko non, matanda na ako. Dahil hayskul ako. Dahil marami na akong nabasa. Dahil ispesiyal ako. Dahil feeling ko matanda ako.Yun na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nagtagal, nagkaron ako ng pinsan sa tita ko. akala ko kasi nun, ako na yung alaga nya. magkakapinsan pa pala ako. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayskul ko rin nalaman na may kapatid na ako sa Ama. Kala ko isa lang. Dalawa pala(or maybe three?harhar) Nalaman ko rin na may bago na akong pakikihalubihan. Ang nanay ng dalawang bago kong kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya. Maraming bata. Maraming maaasar. Pero mailap ako sa tao. Ayoko lang. Ayoko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating na isang dilis tulad ko sa Peyups, naloka at nawindang ako. Mukhang masaya. Mukhang madali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi malayo na ako sa pamilya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-6034541515830146247?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6034541515830146247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/akala-mo-malaki-ka-naakala-mo-bata-ka.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/6034541515830146247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/6034541515830146247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/akala-mo-malaki-ka-naakala-mo-bata-ka.html' title='akala mo malaki ka na..akala mo bata ka pa...'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-5486031709635522696</id><published>2010-01-19T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:59:41.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to see</title><content type='html'>"dapat daw sila ang tine-therapy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always been an independent child.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because of how i was brought up&lt;br /&gt;but now this is the time i need to be very dependent&lt;br /&gt;a time when i need them the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time it was an absentee ish&lt;br /&gt;but now it is a psychological one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should never feel sorrry for myself&lt;br /&gt;neither for te things that happened to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not entirely my fault&lt;br /&gt;and to begin with, it was their irresponsibility to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;then someone took care of me.&lt;br /&gt;now i must fly for i am bird now&lt;br /&gt;but how come my wings are short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to go up buildings and jump&lt;br /&gt;at firt, i feel like flying then i fall flat tp the ground&lt;br /&gt;i've tried that many times&lt;br /&gt;the euphoria keeps me up&lt;br /&gt;but each downfall i experience&lt;br /&gt;the more damage it causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to fly high and soar the seas&lt;br /&gt;without the fears of getting a disease&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a beautiful eagle&lt;br /&gt;so that i aint looking any feeble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to leave this palce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--ac1.15.10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-5486031709635522696?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5486031709635522696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/5486031709635522696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/5486031709635522696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-see.html' title='i want to see'/><author><name>spectacles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4YashRQd_Q/SzC3LW3xTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G8X-HDxtBLU/S220/tabel%27s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539525797331704467.post-4574690220286414186</id><published>2009-12-28T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:12:48.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Manic</title><content type='html'>Song: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fireflies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...That planet earth turns slowly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to play the song for me to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry as I realize that I am turning MANIC again:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of it pierces my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not like this before.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do, I can only deal with my today and not the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me so much that I don't have anyone to confide this.&lt;br /&gt;It pains me that this has to happen to someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could just tear this page off from me.&lt;br /&gt;But no! I can not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I only depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;I depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;Please, help me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-4574690220286414186?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4574690220286414186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-manic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/4574690220286414186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/4574690220286414186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Accepting, understanding and recognizing&lt;br /&gt;Making ourselves aware of our surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been an intrinsic person.&lt;br /&gt;I think about things and how these things affect other things and people&lt;br /&gt;I like reading people's minds&lt;br /&gt;I like putting meaning into things&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I learned:&lt;br /&gt;Overassuming KILLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I overassumed lately&lt;br /&gt;But I remember that once&lt;br /&gt;We held hands together and it is as if the last,&lt;br /&gt;My world stopped turning&lt;br /&gt;And yet today, you are just among the special people I have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the Life now.&lt;br /&gt;I see to it that I am aware so that I may not forget who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of recognizing, understanding and accepting&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe after these ups and downs, I may be able to say that,&lt;br /&gt;Hey I have lived my life!&lt;div 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/&gt;aim for the gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if at the end of the day, you fail&lt;br /&gt;stand up and face the world&lt;br /&gt;after all, you can only get as close as you can to the ideals&lt;br /&gt;in this mundane world called earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:18 PM 2/23/2009&lt;br /&gt;specs09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edited today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-6457980040349015038?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6457980040349015038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-and-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nurturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold a responsibility&lt;br /&gt;A responsibility to nurture the future&lt;br /&gt;The future that to you is also bleak.&lt;br /&gt;Bleak as it may seem, you still hold on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of it before.&lt;br /&gt;You never knew what it will unfold.&lt;br /&gt;You never felt it.&lt;br /&gt;But you now experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys and sorrows&lt;br /&gt;The hopes and disappointments&lt;br /&gt;The fears and excitements&lt;br /&gt;All of those you've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a zygote&lt;br /&gt;You never left me&lt;br /&gt;You could have had me pulled from yourself&lt;br /&gt;But as a fetus, you nurtured me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sang songs, read books&lt;br /&gt;You ate what you want me to taste&lt;br /&gt;You dreamed what you want me to think&lt;br /&gt;You told me things I never thought I'd hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you hear my first cry&lt;br /&gt;You rejoiced.&lt;br /&gt;All the pain and sufferings&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away with the years, I grew&lt;br /&gt;You heard my ABCs and 123s&lt;br /&gt;You thought I will never skin my knees&lt;br /&gt;But whenever I do, you kiss the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each downfall I have had&lt;br /&gt;Each disappointment I may have brought&lt;br /&gt;Each stained uniform I go home on&lt;br /&gt;You never failed to wash away all the dirt there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ignored you all these years&lt;br /&gt;I know I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;I have been a drat and a rat&lt;br /&gt;But you never left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house for that chance&lt;br /&gt;The chance to know about the responsibility&lt;br /&gt;The responsibility I never thought I would have&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was reminded of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hear you weep&lt;br /&gt;Now, I somehow feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to do something&lt;br /&gt;But I know that it will happen sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;I may have never thanked you enough&lt;br /&gt;Enough to cover every single second&lt;br /&gt;You have dedicated to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, this I promise&lt;br /&gt;I may have never been a good daughter to you&lt;br /&gt;But in this lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;If I am given the chance to become a mother&lt;br /&gt;I will nurture my child as if it was you&lt;br /&gt;Not just to attempt to repay you&lt;br /&gt;But to make my child feel that I was once a child to mother like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be selfless yet loving&lt;br /&gt;I will be caring yet strict&lt;br /&gt;I will be responsible yet fun-loving.&lt;br /&gt;With these, I hope that my child will feel a mother&lt;br /&gt;A mother that is driven in fulfilling her responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not see that time,&lt;br /&gt;But I will never forget that once in upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;I have met a mother in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--tdeleon09&lt;br /&gt;3:10 PM 7/28/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539525797331704467-7449194048459576256?l=myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7449194048459576256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfactsyourfiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-nurturer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8539525797331704467/posts/default/7449194048459576256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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