<?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-4448377777234809469</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:33:55.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heartbreak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-heartbreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448377777234809469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-heartbreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i.blog.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009673156135516951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wou1VsUjEkU/SvUg_VXLpAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/95HwvASrQTA/S220/Real.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448377777234809469.post-2243049544004536642</id><published>2009-11-07T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:25:53.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wonderful week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'last' week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i can really state, it's our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he had been so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;. that was all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he surprised me. he said he loves me. he promised that i'll be the one. he loves me i knew it. and i felt it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was all i ever dreamt to experience again since we've been.......... since we've been into many conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some say that having conflicts gives room for us to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that culture differences isn't a big problem if &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; really prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm willing to change everything for him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he may have not noticed but i really changed a lot for him. because i loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i've set my life.... my future with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of how our kids would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of how he will be a good husband to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of how we would still share our love even at our 60's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would just have to forget. because it wont happen. it will never. not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how will i accept the fact that he gave this wonderful week to me, just because he wanted to make me happy before he leaves and move on to his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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week'/><author><name>i.blog.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009673156135516951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wou1VsUjEkU/SvUg_VXLpAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/95HwvASrQTA/S220/Real.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448377777234809469.post-5859528994345962801</id><published>2009-11-07T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:11:20.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after 8 months..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dreams &lt;/span&gt;had fallen. had been crushed. had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, we decided to both stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no commitment. yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no commitment&lt;/span&gt;. but we're still the same person who's deeply in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hug him. i kiss him. i cuddle him. nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know, i've been to demanding...... and maybe he felt as if he's being tied tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew it earlier. so that he won't feel the urge to leave me. to get away. to move away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 2 months we're bestfriends. i loved the feeling... he cared. he loved me. i knew he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448377777234809469-5859528994345962801?l=the-heartbreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-heartbreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5859528994345962801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-heartbreak.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-8-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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since i've known this guy.... i prefer to call him &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"V"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still clear and vivid in my mind how i met and fell in love with this guy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm living in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;co-ed&lt;/span&gt; dormitory. well, at first i was really not interested in having a relationship with a dormmate.. however, the dorm manager managed to introduce us to each other. being not interested i haven't noticed him.&lt;br /&gt;days passed... i eat alone in the canteen... i always see him there either watching tv, bonding with his friends or studying.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; since i've noticed how he indulges himself in studying and focusing on his school works made him gain extra points! effortless though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i dont have the guts to talk to him to get to know him better. and for that matter both of us are commited to a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend and i that time was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"on-the-rocks"&lt;/span&gt;..... and soon enough we broke up. as usual, shattered heart.. preparing to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for that matter seemed to be happy with his girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; whom he met eversince highschool..&lt;br /&gt;but destiny brought us closer... i often notice that we are wearing the same color..... though it was not planned. one time, i joked around with my friends. i told them, "if today he's wearing the same color of my shirt, we raelly are soulmates!" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND GUESS WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; within an hour my roommate shouted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;"brown!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;freaked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. a feeling that i couldn't explain. shocked to see that i'm in brown too!&lt;br /&gt;haha. i just remember how adrenaline rushed through my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloodstreams&lt;/span&gt;. and everytime i see him, i can't look straight to him. we are often seated side by side in a computer shop, but i can't manage to stay longer because probably i'll melt....&lt;br /&gt;til one day, we just found ourselves texting each other... and sneaking up to the roof top. exchanging stories... laughs... secrets... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aw.&lt;/span&gt; i can't forget those nights. where i also wished days would turn to nights.... i'd even trade my sleeping hours just to be with him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rest is history.......... love started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448377777234809469-7104850515901752861?l=the-heartbreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-heartbreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7104850515901752861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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