<?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-8815968531814813421</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:52:05.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporadic Love And Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-3898004905243951058</id><published>2011-11-24T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:58:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Is Everyday</title><content type='html'>We've been in eight months and it almost felt like two years&lt;br /&gt;And still nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and loving you more for everyday&lt;br /&gt;Despite the distance, it has no effect&lt;br /&gt;"Distance means so little when someone means so much."&lt;br /&gt;And you are that someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that I am only this guy, nothing special&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't see me that way&lt;br /&gt;You are that someone who actually believe that I was enough&lt;br /&gt;And you made me believe it too&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel perfect for everyday knowing that I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have beautiful eyes, and I stare at those&lt;br /&gt;You have soft little hands, and I hold those&lt;br /&gt;You have this sweet smile, and I'll kiss those&lt;br /&gt;You have this warm body, and I'll hug those&lt;br /&gt;And you have yourself and I own those&lt;br /&gt;For all I own, I take care too much&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and I will never let you go&lt;br /&gt;I love you, need you from today until forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-3898004905243951058?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/3898004905243951058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2011/11/forever-is-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/3898004905243951058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/3898004905243951058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2011/11/forever-is-everyday.html' title='Forever Is Everyday'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-7155476124595692827</id><published>2011-10-31T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:08:14.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Patiently Wait</title><content type='html'>I am 7304 Miles/11755 Kilometers away&lt;br /&gt;And regretted the last time we embraced&lt;br /&gt;"I shoulld't let you go and grab you to stay."&lt;br /&gt;But the worst part is, I really cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions has been concluded and I am late&lt;br /&gt;For years have passed and some shits are fake&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I loved you even there no us&lt;br /&gt;And today I cant really accept what happend in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm 16 hours ahead&lt;br /&gt;And with every minute in the difference I still regret&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for times that should have done better&lt;br /&gt;As I feel perfect when we were together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we were 7304 Miles/11755 Kilometers away&lt;br /&gt;Or even got 16 hours time difference&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you will never change&lt;br /&gt;I will patiently wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-7155476124595692827?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/7155476124595692827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-patiently-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/7155476124595692827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/7155476124595692827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-patiently-wait.html' title='I Will Patiently Wait'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-6732710972732158383</id><published>2011-10-27T21:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:39:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turnover</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #3366cc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;OCTOBER 18, 2011 1:43AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words came out were unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't came from my head but from my head downstairs&lt;br /&gt;Such careless in someway through&lt;br /&gt;I was carried away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations were shady in darkness gray&lt;br /&gt;For I acted not a man but a filty gay &lt;br /&gt;My eyes are overshadowed by my own guilty tears&lt;br /&gt;As my ears drop down to the words of jetlagged shits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad and depressed today, tonight and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;To the moment that should've been best went sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true, I'm a bullshit for real&lt;br /&gt;I can't even close to dark and touch my self to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the words that been throwned out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean seriously to break your heart &amp;lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;Guiltyness will start too eat me soon&lt;br /&gt;As I die, I apologize to what&amp;nbsp;happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In depths my heart and mind lay down to you.&lt;br /&gt;"To your embrace that will not be warmer as it is&lt;br /&gt;To your kisses that will not be sweeter as it is&lt;br /&gt;And to yourself that will not be comfortable as it is&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry as I whisper your name consistent as it is."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-6732710972732158383?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/6732710972732158383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2011/10/turn-over_6157.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/6732710972732158383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/6732710972732158383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2011/10/turn-over_6157.html' title='The Turnover'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-6787156161770812383</id><published>2011-09-24T00:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:56:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Retrieve My Summer Feelings Again</title><content type='html'>For years I've been keeping this&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming has been always a bliss&lt;br /&gt;Amused that when I close my eyes, you and I kissed&lt;br /&gt;Your lips is so light I can't even resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the years that passed by I never crossed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and loving you is always been my cause&lt;br /&gt;I know this thing couldn't last for any longer&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing you so much, I hope It's not late than never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been always my dreamgirl since the beginning&lt;br /&gt;And for days I count and remember not forgetting&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much and I always do&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you with someone gives a lot of pain into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my soul, my life I'm willing to give&lt;br /&gt;For you, I always want to start forever with&lt;br /&gt;And daydreaming is not gonna make a change&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now in million ways just to sort my feelings in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly think in thousand times&lt;br /&gt;For how will I come back which I've been dreaming all the time&lt;br /&gt;For this is not just musing but this time I'll make it true&lt;br /&gt;I hope together there will still be me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; part of me was always reserved for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ring me closer and I'll prove to you it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ack and forth, everyday I think and dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; never changed like my intentions were honest and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything is not real, everything is just a dream&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything is not true until you're not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;et me come closer and I'll whisper to you what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;oving you more is the remaining piece of my heart, It's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; part of me is always been in you, I've always love you and what's in my heart is forever you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8815968531814813421-6787156161770812383?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/6787156161770812383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-retrieve-my-summer-feelings-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/6787156161770812383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/6787156161770812383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-retrieve-my-summer-feelings-again.html' title='To Retrieve My Summer Feelings Again'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-3942989020521143883</id><published>2010-12-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:00:04.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Dreams Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's Eleven O'clock PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's time to drift off into the land of dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But before i go to sleep, I think of you while falling asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For the probability we meet in dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wondered if you could hear my song in sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As I sing the lyrics of you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We giggle and kissed so free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It felt so light loving each other entirely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The door opens and "Oh, shit! It was Ten O'clock."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Then after Five seconds and I completely forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Blanked for the deepest moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And dreams are just temporary enjoyment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And so another day comes again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;With the same phase of seeing you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Again with him, happy moments together you and him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Please open the door and let me wake again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;False, reality was the enemy i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And so I'd rather go to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;sail among dreams I've wanted to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Because in dreams maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There is such as "You and Me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-3942989020521143883?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/3942989020521143883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-dreams-maybe_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/3942989020521143883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/3942989020521143883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-dreams-maybe_02.html' title='In Dreams Maybe'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-1670038357668263575</id><published>2010-05-27T08:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:59:34.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing Delinquency</title><content type='html'>"Silence.", I heard the sound of love&lt;br /&gt;Wishing this is true as both of us look at the moon above&lt;br /&gt;The moon was so bright and clear&lt;br /&gt;I hugged you and whispered, "there's nothing here to fear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we kissed under the moonlit breeze&lt;br /&gt;I felt so light just like I’m in a dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream that ill deny waking up&lt;br /&gt;And rather be with you as we both break up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s over, so I went down&lt;br /&gt;i went six feet below the ground&lt;br /&gt;With every step i see clearly&lt;br /&gt;The six reasons why I should love you secretly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the reason why I like to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;As I hope that in dreams, both of us will meet&lt;br /&gt;And your goodnight is different from Her&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, singing the second verse&lt;br /&gt;"All I wish is you could be mine&lt;br /&gt;And everything would be possibly fine&lt;br /&gt;As I pray for anything&lt;br /&gt;And it includes you to be my everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a key that fits all heart&lt;br /&gt;And it perfectly fits mine&lt;br /&gt;But i cant own you even for seconds of time&lt;br /&gt;Because someone is waiting there and was better than mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-1670038357668263575?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/1670038357668263575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2010/05/believing-delinquency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/1670038357668263575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/1670038357668263575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2010/05/believing-delinquency.html' title='Believing Delinquency'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-4318221206962331778</id><published>2010-03-30T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:39:16.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rainbow reveals</title><content type='html'>"She made an impact.” I said&lt;br /&gt;looking chased down in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;she definitely changed my perspective&lt;br /&gt;the way she smile is so narrative&lt;br /&gt;so unique, tragic and unreal&lt;br /&gt;and it blemished all around my skin&lt;br /&gt;"she just made another impact."&lt;br /&gt;and I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blushed to red and dark&lt;br /&gt;now everyone can see my rainbow from afar&lt;br /&gt;she changed my rainbow from gray to blue&lt;br /&gt;and so my smile is so cherished and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start and end with burst of mournful gray&lt;br /&gt;it was too neutral and I cant even say everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;and as the mood of her eyes starts as my color of the day&lt;br /&gt;i started to believe in love and being happy for everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's doubting the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;how I wish I could convince her for what she see is real&lt;br /&gt;and every phrase and letters here are dedicated to you&lt;br /&gt;These entire things are true, and for who I really like is no one but you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-4318221206962331778?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-2120349615180593253</id><published>2010-03-19T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:12:43.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paper love</title><content type='html'>i was in a place where everything was a concise illusion&lt;br /&gt;“wake up, wake up.”&lt;br /&gt;“breath, please don’t break up.”&lt;br /&gt;i’ll lend you my heart&lt;br /&gt;crumple my paper love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no such feeling you can get&lt;br /&gt;like walking over the silent lake&lt;br /&gt;so peaceful and sweet&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dancing with you around&lt;br /&gt;and i start to love, love everything you surround&lt;br /&gt;and i adjust&lt;br /&gt;as you start to write, at your paper love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too brave&lt;br /&gt;to lend my heart, myself and passion&lt;br /&gt;and yes&lt;br /&gt;my love is full and true&lt;br /&gt;and it’s your choice to break it in two&lt;br /&gt;i really love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nocturnes awaits, my chest trembles&lt;br /&gt;i hear sounds of falling debris, false inertia&lt;br /&gt;but as i start too peek the hidden meaning in you&lt;br /&gt;i began to see reality, I woke up&lt;br /&gt;and my love&lt;br /&gt;my love dances with another guy&lt;br /&gt;and i was crumpled, by paper love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-2120349615180593253?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/2120349615180593253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2010/03/paper-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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you're just a song away, but I'll refuse to sing&lt;br /&gt;i'll rather write this poem than sing that song with me&lt;br /&gt;let me think of what words will i use&lt;br /&gt;for this poem that I'll lend my heart into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kept in some words of promise&lt;br /&gt;it comforts me at first but it is starts to get annoying&lt;br /&gt;for those simple smiles embrace never ending&lt;br /&gt;love is really fascinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really know that there is a wonderland in you&lt;br /&gt;with the glance of charity, i fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;you gave me such happiness with your heartrending i love you&lt;br /&gt;dont even deny that you've fallen for me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for every time i lose myself i think of you&lt;br /&gt;it changed and now i think of somebody new&lt;br /&gt;now, there's no more together, me and you&lt;br /&gt;as she starts to fill what you've not filled into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really went to kind and sweet&lt;br /&gt;now i just crashed down for what i really hate to meet&lt;br /&gt;but it's no my lost not having someone like you&lt;br /&gt;maybe were not for each other, maybe this is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a words of bitter&lt;br /&gt;but a sow feelings for this sincere writer&lt;br /&gt;without you, i feel so weightless and lighter&lt;br /&gt;i feel so glad even it bothers me as i shine brighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sing these words of goodnight&lt;br /&gt;ill say something for somewhat is right&lt;br /&gt;so as you sleep, go grip your pillows tight&lt;br /&gt;for i will rise up without you, ill surely shine bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"you were my sporadic love,  not my dream."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-8800715337483230229?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-1799315875404046154</id><published>2010-01-11T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:30:00.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this funicular situation</title><content type='html'>your voice was my song to sleep&lt;br /&gt;you're giving me too much sweet&lt;br /&gt;your smile was my daily inspiration&lt;br /&gt;it moves me a lot with effort and perspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i think of you, i feel numbness&lt;br /&gt;as if there is no problem&lt;br /&gt;my mind concentrates on you&lt;br /&gt;due to my world starts to revolve in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for right now, you maybe so cold&lt;br /&gt;ill still wait for you to come home&lt;br /&gt;ill stay the same girl&lt;br /&gt;my love isn't that easy to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou these hard times i was lost&lt;br /&gt;and those times that i didn't know&lt;br /&gt;you were too blurry to reach&lt;br /&gt;and i think what we could meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am staying steady&lt;br /&gt;gaining strength for you and i am ready&lt;br /&gt;sorry for what i have acted&lt;br /&gt;i was too isolated in my room. busted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you didn't return and things seems too be bitter&lt;br /&gt;ill stay sweet even if you're never&lt;br /&gt;i don't change, remember that&lt;br /&gt;my love wouldn't fade that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still me&lt;br /&gt;i dont change even there's something bothering me&lt;br /&gt;for the times i was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;i still wear the same smile you've seen before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-1799315875404046154?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-8118852462229547403</id><published>2010-01-07T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:42:18.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i used to smile everytime i lay in bed&lt;br /&gt;reading your letter gives me warm affection to myself&lt;br /&gt;and before going to sleep, i think of you&lt;br /&gt;now, i am wondering if you think of me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chat-box used to be your place&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, my homepage used to be your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;now. my little chat-box has alot of space&lt;br /&gt;and ive been missing you everytime i wear your lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i feel so different this days and i dont have any idea of what is happening or simply, what is wrong. my universe turns so fast and its cold. i feel so blue. but deep inside. i miss you. honestly. you're the one who first greets me a goodmorning, which cheers me up and makes me start the day with a good mood, and you're the one whom I've always slept behind. and i am really sorry for that, then when i wake up and saw your message saying "tinulugan mo nanaman ako." a little smile pops out within me. i really miss this simple things. my inbox is loaded up with your messages, with this touching reminders that you love me. i kept that and not erased it, for me to read every time i go to bed and to sleep. it comforts me alot. but what is happening? everything just turned so cold instantly. where is the fire we started just this season. i really feel that everything is lost and i dont really know the reason. i feel jealous to those people you've been responding with and to those people whos with you together in a picture. i envy them. i feel down, really down. i want to talk to you seriously. i hope that there's a little space left for me. where are you? yes. you are in my mind. but right now, where i am in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-8118852462229547403?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/8118852462229547403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2010/01/where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/8118852462229547403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/8118852462229547403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2010/01/where.html' title='where?'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-7199901043836627110</id><published>2009-12-13T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:47:31.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>underwater, you and me</title><content type='html'>she had outstripped his blindfolded eyes&lt;br /&gt;now, he's aware that these emotions flies&lt;br /&gt;yet, he surely know that this one is  not a lie&lt;br /&gt;for what he conceive, his mind are secretly tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her actions gives alot of meaning&lt;br /&gt;his interest was boosted, now, he thinks its nothing&lt;br /&gt;maybe he was too strong to see&lt;br /&gt;the way he showed seem too overacted for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a young poet&lt;br /&gt;his life is nearly like a blue bonnet&lt;br /&gt;let him sing this song of sonnet&lt;br /&gt;as he wash his face around this dirty faucet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize from what he acted&lt;br /&gt;now he knows that it's not well for you whom is not proficient&lt;br /&gt;maybe he was hypnotized by the foolish reenactment&lt;br /&gt;and he is down alone in his room, busted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has alot of time to think&lt;br /&gt;what to do with this disturbance bricked&lt;br /&gt;he feels sorry for what he acted&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's too young for a serious reenactment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he accepts all things&lt;br /&gt;as if there will be no problem at seems&lt;br /&gt;he understands all things and accept freely&lt;br /&gt;now he wants to do nothing, yet he's willing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said that he learned alot of things&lt;br /&gt;and he's thanking you for what you perceived&lt;br /&gt;maybe he acted so harshly and noob&lt;br /&gt;and he understand it all and he don't want to end with doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he understand what life suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;he learned alot from this mistakes, he see&lt;br /&gt;now, he can handle a unique classy weird chick&lt;br /&gt;lets dance around and play underwater, you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-7199901043836627110?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/7199901043836627110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/12/underwater-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/7199901043836627110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/7199901043836627110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/12/underwater-you-and-me.html' title='underwater, you and me'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-3554006975727182511</id><published>2009-12-09T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:57:28.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason under my erratic sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lthough i often dream that this is forever&lt;br /&gt;i dont have an idea for what will happen, moreover&lt;br /&gt;ill be still believing that this is forever&lt;br /&gt;and you will still be my whoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;y the time you'll leave&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the guts to start everyday without you here&lt;br /&gt;i will cry, and surely cant smile&lt;br /&gt;and do nothing else but to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ecome a man is really this hard&lt;br /&gt;pain and suffering surely will tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;but loving someone like you isn't hard&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who makes every beat different in this heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n this upcoming vacation&lt;br /&gt;i think both of us will be busy with our own subsections&lt;br /&gt;i may be not in your mind for sometime&lt;br /&gt;yet, you will be in mind my and my heart all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;i surely understand what will happen right&lt;br /&gt;ill be the man understanding you thoughts&lt;br /&gt;with every struggles, ill be right beside you and we'll prove them wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-3554006975727182511?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-3227878656380298221</id><published>2009-11-23T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:25:18.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sleepless thought</title><content type='html'>you have just given me another reason to write&lt;br /&gt;and i was shock for what you said last night&lt;br /&gt;you are the type of girl who has alot of surprises&lt;br /&gt;and i cant close my eyes until the morning sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may see me so unclear&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, sometimes i can't express these things i feel&lt;br /&gt;but you'll see that this love for you is real&lt;br /&gt;just look at me closely so you'll see me very clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that you cant say it&lt;br /&gt;but im sure that you can really show it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and that's what really like&lt;br /&gt;making weird things happen right&lt;br /&gt;and that's the first thing i have noticed to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the weirdness you have make you so very cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-3227878656380298221?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/3227878656380298221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sleepless-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/3227878656380298221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/3227878656380298221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sleepless-thought.html' title='my sleepless thought'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-1585028624853270091</id><published>2009-11-19T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:42:13.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my whoever</title><content type='html'>with every stare, i start to give meaning&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the day that I've dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;with such happiness, i cant talk anymore&lt;br /&gt;you surprised me with your deepest thought&lt;br /&gt;let me love you the way that i never loved anyone before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you start to be forever&lt;br /&gt;i want it to be the same as your forever&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was you who was my whoever&lt;br /&gt;after a long long search, now i finally found the one I'll love forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess these words has been said to you before&lt;br /&gt;and not proven, so you dont believe it anymore&lt;br /&gt;let me prove it ones and make you believe it through&lt;br /&gt;and make you feel that this man deserves to have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruised and weak&lt;br /&gt;so uncomfortable and sick&lt;br /&gt;these are the things i do really feel&lt;br /&gt;seeing you with watery eyes and not so very clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what seems to be the problem?&lt;br /&gt;what bugs you and makes you feel so uncrowded&lt;br /&gt;its ok, and i know everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;there will be no problem with both of us and i know that's surely right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was happy to see you&lt;br /&gt;and look, she's so glad for me to have you&lt;br /&gt;giving me smiles and laughter&lt;br /&gt;she said that "when will she come back after?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there will be no signs of improbability&lt;br /&gt;because everyone here is so glad for me&lt;br /&gt;giving us graces with fierce agility&lt;br /&gt;i guess both of us where really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, everyday starts with a different flavor&lt;br /&gt;because now on, i wake up with my dream person&lt;br /&gt;wonder where she is?&lt;br /&gt;she's in my mind and in my heart, yes she'll  be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this in not a love story nor a story of love, and has happy endings&lt;br /&gt;yet this is a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;real love story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;has no happy endings&lt;br /&gt;yet its forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abbie&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-1585028624853270091?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/1585028624853270091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-my-whoever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/1585028624853270091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/1585028624853270091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-my-whoever.html' title='you&apos;re my whoever'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-2875528844555563665</id><published>2009-11-13T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:07:58.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quenching Thursday Afternoon.</title><content type='html'>i thirst for your presence&lt;br /&gt;i smell blood around these fences&lt;br /&gt;please dont kill me with your absence&lt;br /&gt;let me warmth you up with my essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was clueless, for everybody's tricky little secret&lt;br /&gt;everybody here is acting so weird,&lt;br /&gt;so stealthy,&lt;br /&gt;applying the art of ninjistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was thursday and everything runs normal&lt;br /&gt;and look, i have just moved on from the things that looks paranormal&lt;br /&gt;waking up early and staying at the bathroom late&lt;br /&gt;yes , this is the reason why this guy is always coming late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the classes go on&lt;br /&gt;i stayed cool and wait for the time to go home&lt;br /&gt;im rushing to go online to see her photo in smile&lt;br /&gt;having paper conversation and ending up with waving  goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a week since we've last seen each other&lt;br /&gt;and i am missing everything about you&lt;br /&gt;i know youre so busy and i dont want to bother&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the way you smile, and everything that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look at me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;can you read me?&lt;br /&gt;ive been missing you so,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want this to happen anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is megalomania&lt;br /&gt;nothingness surrounds me in the cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided&lt;br /&gt;to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw you,&lt;br /&gt;your charming eyes, the glimpse of your lips&lt;br /&gt;you start to fill colors in my kissing dreams&lt;br /&gt;you wearing the same color as mine&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked and surprised&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything but yet to smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-2875528844555563665?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/2875528844555563665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/quenching-thursday-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/2875528844555563665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/2875528844555563665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/quenching-thursday-afternoon.html' title='The Quenching Thursday Afternoon.'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-7740877186028868174</id><published>2009-11-11T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:02:58.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>king paranoid.</title><content type='html'>lock and loaded&lt;br /&gt;sick alone in my room, isolated&lt;br /&gt;wandering if these things i do makes me related&lt;br /&gt;one week of not seeing you makes me paranoid at most level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uV7eiokoGE/Svq23KfPcHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1qfd4VwwPDk/s1600-h/sabog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uV7eiokoGE/Svq23KfPcHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1qfd4VwwPDk/s400/sabog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402831761808781426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im stocked alone,&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any idea of what you are doing at home&lt;br /&gt;but yet, i cant stop myself thinking, wondering, singing our favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because maybe,&lt;br /&gt;your gonna be the one that saves me,&lt;br /&gt;and after all,&lt;br /&gt;youre my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe love is quite contagious&lt;br /&gt;but this love can make you more religious&lt;br /&gt;making you stay late night talking at the fone&lt;br /&gt;or having written conversation with the one you only know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont inure me with these things&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to see you here&lt;br /&gt;closely, reality&lt;br /&gt;your charming eyes, the glimps of your lips&lt;br /&gt;i want you here&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i want you here&lt;br /&gt;look at me in the eyes and see it very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;sincerly i do..&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/8815968531814813421-7740877186028868174?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/7740877186028868174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/king-paranoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/7740877186028868174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/7740877186028868174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/king-paranoid.html' title='king paranoid.'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uV7eiokoGE/Svq23KfPcHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1qfd4VwwPDk/s72-c/sabog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-4643898071746154874</id><published>2009-11-06T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:23:34.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espoused With The Sweetest Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five long days of no-writing&lt;br /&gt;Makes me different from anybody&lt;br /&gt;There are so many changes revolves around me&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that im not into this thing called movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie i watched is "Licened to Wed"&lt;br /&gt;And this is the first time i enjoyed before sleeping up to bed&lt;br /&gt;The leading actress was so gorgeous and sweet&lt;br /&gt;While the leading actor is so agressive and quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so inspired in this movie&lt;br /&gt;I want to propose to someone whos ready&lt;br /&gt;I think abbie is quite ready&lt;br /&gt;For a ceremony marked as the sweetest wedding&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaah.both of us were to young for the wedding thing&lt;br /&gt;but when we grow more older&lt;br /&gt;ill make history&lt;br /&gt;marrying the one ive always dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody here is changing&lt;br /&gt;and so do i&lt;br /&gt;now i understand why these movies affects peoples life&lt;br /&gt;watching movie every night turns to be my habit&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy life more, learn things and so many more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can anybody here suggest my next attraction?&lt;br /&gt;please post it in my freedomboard&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815968531814813421-4643898071746154874?l=cheerandkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/feeds/4643898071746154874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/potato-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/4643898071746154874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815968531814813421/posts/default/4643898071746154874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/2009/11/potato-madness.html' title='Espoused With The Sweetest Commitment'/><author><name>Louie Jupio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14029747035333401036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-5101398836196164485</id><published>2009-10-25T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:20:52.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Rainbow</title><content type='html'>The pastel color of my life&lt;br /&gt;My happy rainbow sky&lt;br /&gt;She brights upon with the morning sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And kiss beyond the kismet sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing&lt;br /&gt;Definitely,&lt;br /&gt;I feel such happiness&lt;br /&gt;Is this love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been years since i felt this love&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing for such happiness&lt;br /&gt;And someone to lend my seriousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been rejected&lt;br /&gt;I have been fooled&lt;br /&gt;What did i do?&lt;br /&gt;For this heart who's longing for someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;She strikes up my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     A&lt;/span&gt; girl who stunned me with her charming eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     B&lt;/span&gt;ringing chaos to my kissing rainbow sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     B&lt;/span&gt;oosting up this unstable guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     I&lt;/span&gt;nvoking me to love again, so i tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     E&lt;/span&gt;ventually, i have fallen thru the blind depths of love. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TNsjzC-e8/Tne21PxSkjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o0_CeYTU35g/s220/DSC0000001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815968531814813421.post-4068368294332973603</id><published>2009-10-22T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:19:09.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Deeply</title><content type='html'>She manages me&lt;br /&gt;Well im impressed&lt;br /&gt;I feel weightless,&amp;nbsp;careless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very unique&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing but happiness&lt;br /&gt;I wish that these thing wont go to nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the casting shadows&lt;br /&gt;We held hands under the cresent moon&lt;br /&gt;We looked up to each other and smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, what I know, is i love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fills up this empty heart&lt;br /&gt;I 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