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        <title>ketchay</title>
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        <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title>The Uncanny.</title>
                <link>http://ketchay.i.ph/blogs/ketchay/?p=9</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>ketchay</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[Nurses are health care professionals that are responsible for taking care of patients' treatment, maintenance, safety and recovery. Nursing isn't about grades. No book can teach you how to&nbsp;sympathize with a patient. No class can teach you how to tell a family&nbsp;that their relatives are in critical condition. No professor...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<P mce_serialized="28">Nurses are health care professionals that are responsible for taking care of patients' treatment, maintenance, safety and recovery. </P>  <P mce_serialized="28">Nursing isn't about grades. No book can teach you how to&nbsp;sympathize with a patient. No class can teach you how to tell a family&nbsp;that their relatives are in critical condition. No professor can teach you how to find dignity in giving someone a post mortem care. It isn't about the knowledge of giving pills, medicines or&nbsp;the charting. It's about being able to love people when they are at their weakest moments.&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="28">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="28">They are thought to be superhumans but not totally. They read patient's charts, not their minds. They also have their own insecurities, problems and difficulties in lilfe. They possess strength yet still, they are vulnerable. They know how to get hurt. So in case your expectations to them becomes a little too high, think again. Remember what the song "superman" says?</P>  <P mce_serialized="28">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="28"><STRONG mce_serialized="28"><FONT color=#ff0000 mce_serialized="28">"...Even heroes have the right to bleed.."</FONT></STRONG></P>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Uncertainties.</title>
                <link>http://ketchay.i.ph/blogs/ketchay/?p=8</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>ketchay</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[People change. People always leave. People fall out of love. &nbsp; &nbsp; People change for tons of reasons. I did cause i'm tired of being the mouth-zipped "too much" understanding girl which is why people keep on taking me for granted. I'm not saying that I'm rude now but at...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<P align=center mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">People change. People always leave. People fall out of love.</FONT></STRONG></SPAN></P>  <P align=center mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT color=#ff0000 size=4 mce_serialized="2">People change</FONT></SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"> <FONT color=#000000 mce_serialized="2">for tons of reasons. I did cause </FONT></SPAN></STRONG></FONT><FONT color=#000000 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2">i'm tired</FONT> </SPAN></STRONG><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">of being the mouth-zipped "too much" understanding girl which is why people keep on taking me for granted. I'm not saying that I'm rude now but at least I still have the decency to think of what others will feel when I speak like what I always do. The difference is that I don't let others easily mess up with me. I'm practicing self-control too. I didn't change to become a rebel but for me being a better one. For others, that I don't know. Maybe they also have the same reason as I have. It sucks when they treat&nbsp;me right then suddenly they treat&nbsp;me cold and what hurts more is when they don't&nbsp;even talk to me&nbsp;and&nbsp;that I began to think that I don't even deserve an explanation.</SPAN></STRONG></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2"></SPAN></STRONG></STRONG></SPAN><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=4 mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;</FONT></SPAN></SPAN></STRONG></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT color=#ff0000 size=4 mce_serialized="2">People always leave</FONT></SPAN></SPAN><FONT color=#000000 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"> <FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">and it kills me. They keep on promising yet they keep on breaking it themselves. It hurts me when people leave. </FONT></SPAN></STRONG><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">It's like a part of&nbsp;me separates and&nbsp;I just can't live without that part</SPAN></STRONG><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. I don't even have the assurance that they'll return. Some say, "sometimes&nbsp;they come back" but </SPAN></STRONG><EM mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">most often</SPAN></STRONG></EM><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">, they </SPAN></STRONG><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><U mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">do not</SPAN></U></STRONG><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. Another hard thing to accept is when they leave me alone knowing that they themselves are the ones&nbsp;that keep me alive and comforted. No matter how many diversions I make, their faces keep on flashing in my mind. People come and go and I know that. I don't </SPAN></STRONG><EM mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">want</SPAN></STRONG></EM><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"> someone who promises me everything. </SPAN></STRONG><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">I just </SPAN></STRONG><EM mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">need</SPAN></STRONG></EM><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">&nbsp; someone who would stay.</SPAN></STRONG></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif mce_serialized="2"><FONT color=#000000 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"></SPAN></STRONG></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></SPAN>&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif color=#ff0000 mce_serialized="2"></FONT></FONT></SPAN></STRONG></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT color=#000000 mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif mce_serialized="2"><FONT color=#ff0000 size=4 mce_serialized="2">People fall out of love</FONT> </FONT></SPAN><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">- <FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">an undeniable fact. How can we distinguish love from being inlove? I guess,&nbsp;You can love all but you can only be inlove with one. That's why I always wonder how people<FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2"><EM mce_serialized="2"> </EM></FONT></FONT></SPAN><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><EM mce_serialized="2">easily fall out while they're inlove?.. </EM></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></SPAN><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT color=#000000 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=2 mce_serialized="2">Cause I believe that if you're really into that person, no matter what happens, you still know who will you choose in the end and that is the one you're really inlove with.<BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;</SPAN></FONT></SPAN></STRONG></FONT></FONT></STRONG></SPAN></STRONG></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT color=#000000 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=2 mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">Some things are really uncertain like the weather. People are harder. I only see the determination while they're on it. Once they change their minds, <FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2">make a new decision</FONT>, no matter how small--<FONT size=4 mce_serialized="2"> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=4 mce_serialized="2">the whole future shifts.</FONT></FONT></SPAN><BR mce_serialized="2"></STRONG><BR mce_serialized="2"></P></FONT></FONT></STRONG></SPAN></STRONG></SPAN>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Selfish.</title>
                <link>http://ketchay.i.ph/blogs/ketchay/?p=7</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>ketchay</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[Why do people keep on telling us lies when we have been true to them? They may come up with an explanation that they don't have any intentions of hiding the truth but unconsciously hurting us just the same for the reason that they're afraid of losing us. They avoid...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2">Why do people keep on telling us lies when we have been true to them? They may come up with an explanation that they don't have any intentions of hiding the truth but unconsciously hurting us just the same for the reason that they're afraid of losing us. They avoid the misery of being alone yet they didn't even think of how we would feel when we discover the truth.</FONT></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P align=center mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=4 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif mce_serialized="2">People lie for 2 reasons:</FONT></STRONG> </FONT></SPAN></P>  <P align=center mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"></SPAN></P>  <P align=center mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=terminal,monaco size=3 mce_serialized="2">1. It was for your own good</FONT></SPAN></P>  <P align=center mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=terminal,monaco size=3 mce_serialized="2">or</FONT></SPAN></P>  <P align=center mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=terminal,monaco color=#ff0000 size=4 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2">2. You weren't good enough to hear the truth</STRONG></FONT></SPAN></P>  <P align=center mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"></STRONG></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=Terminal color=#6600ff size=4 mce_serialized="2">Truth hurts. What more can a lie do?</FONT></STRONG></SPAN></P>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>For the nth time.</title>
                <link>http://ketchay.i.ph/blogs/ketchay/?p=6</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>ketchay</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[We always thought it was the best feeling. Letting our heart in, much trust and respect were our basic investments. It is always a risk to like someone. It might work out or not. We'll never know what's in until we get there and so&nbsp;we tried. Most of the time...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face="trebuchet ms,geneva" color=#000000 size=2 mce_serialized="2">We always thought it was the best feeling. Letting our heart in, much trust and respect were our basic investments. It is always a risk to like someone. It might work out or not. We'll never know what's in until we get there and so&nbsp;we tried. Most of the time we caught ourselves off guard and didn't see that coming. Then we named ourselves after stupid ‘cause we have been fooled...again!</FONT></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"></SPAN></P><SPAN mce_serialized="2">  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face="trebuchet ms,geneva" mce_serialized="2"><FONT color=#000000 size=2 mce_serialized="2">Despite this, we shouldn't have any regrets from trying. Be thankful that we were&nbsp;cared for real and felt even just a fraction of it.&nbsp;Love need not&nbsp;be equal to be fair. It just needs to be true.</FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><FONT face="trebuchet ms,geneva" color=#000000 mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;</FONT><FONT face="trebuchet ms,geneva" color=#000000 mce_serialized="2">Trying to conceal what we were feeling, even if we were really devastated. If we can just live without a heart, compared to zombies that are numb. People often say things happen for a reason. We asked but there was no answer.<FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2"> <STRONG mce_serialized="2">Just life</STRONG></FONT>. Whatever the reason the world may have, we have to live life as it is.</FONT></FONT></SPAN>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Reality Bites</title>
                <link>http://ketchay.i.ph/blogs/ketchay/?p=5</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>ketchay</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[Amidst in the dark of nothingness, there’s this seconds of a movie clip of your past that runs through your mind. Maybe you don’t honestly profess about but subconsciously you are thinking of it. Still haunted by the memories wishing that you could runaway and abscond from the feeling but...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">Amidst in the dark of nothingness, there’s this seconds of a movie clip of your past that runs through your mind. Maybe you don’t honestly profess about but subconsciously you are thinking of it.</FONT></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">Still haunted by the memories wishing that you could runaway and abscond from the feeling but time has put you to face your fears. The more you get away, the more it moves you closer to reality. A part of it is drifting over you.</FONT></SPAN></P>  <P mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;<SPAN mce_serialized="2">There comes a point in our lives when the heart grows tired. <SPAN mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;</SPAN>It grows numb from hate. Stop beating for love. Runs out of compassion and doesn't soften from pain. It's not because of insensitivity but rather it <SPAN mce_serialized="2"><EM mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2">simply</STRONG></EM></SPAN> wants to <STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">move on and live an uncomplicated life</SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">.</SPAN><!-- --></SPAN></FONT></FONT></P><!-- -->]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Unloved.</title>
                <link>http://ketchay.i.ph/blogs/ketchay/?p=4</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>ketchay</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[I wanted to be cloistered I hate sleaze People keep on hurting my fragile heart&nbsp; I wanted to be mended I am unloved But thanks to the people who appreciates my worth&nbsp; My heart continuously bleeds Longing for someone who truly cares This thirsty and dying hope Where is LOVE?&nbsp;...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">I wanted to be cloistered</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">I hate sleaze</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">People keep on hurting my fragile heart</FONT></P><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;</FONT>   <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">I wanted to be mended</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">I am unloved</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">But thanks to the people who appreciates my worth</FONT></P><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;</FONT>   <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">My heart continuously bleeds</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">Longing for someone who truly cares</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">This thirsty and dying hope</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">Where is LOVE?</FONT></P><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;</FONT>   <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">Others are so frivolous</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">Yet I am also worthless</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">Inside of me I’m crying</FONT></P>  <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" mce_serialized="2"><FONT face=tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif size=3 mce_serialized="2">Dreaming of an impeccable love</FONT></P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>To All The Girls Who Deserve Better</title>
                <link>http://ketchay.i.ph/blogs/ketchay/?p=3</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>ketchay</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[(and partly to the guys who should've known better) &nbsp;Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one.The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check your cellphone the next morning and be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break-up,...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<P mce_serialized="2">(and partly to the guys who should've known better)</P>  <P mce_serialized="2">&nbsp;<SPAN mce_serialized="2">Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one.<BR mce_serialized="2">The ones who <STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2">waited all night for him to call, only to check your cellphone the next morning and be <U mce_serialized="2">disappointed</U></FONT>.</STRONG></SPAN><SPAN mce_serialized="2"> The ones who made it through that <STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2">bitter break-up</FONT></STRONG></SPAN><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2">, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like <U mce_serialized="2">nothing ever happened</U></FONT></STRONG></FONT>. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again <STRONG mce_serialized="2">because you knew exactly where&nbsp;this phone call was going</STRONG>.</SPAN></FONT><SPAN mce_serialized="2"> </SPAN><SPAN mce_serialized="2">The ones who listened to him say, </SPAN><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2">"I only want to be your friend"</FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2">,</FONT> one day, then listened to him say that he loves and misses you, and the next when he doesn't want to be anything at all. Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that </SPAN></FONT></FONT><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=+0 mce_serialized="2">maybe people really do change</FONT>. <BR mce_serialized="2"></FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">We listened to our friends tell us that<STRONG mce_serialized="2"> <FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance</FONT></STRONG></SPAN><SPAN mce_serialized="2">, got crap from our parents, and even snuck around to see him even for a while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><U mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">ended up falling in love with him again</FONT></SPAN></U></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us. <BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">Here's to the ones who believed </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days</FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">to believe that he was really busy</SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">, he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us</SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">.<FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"> <STRONG mce_serialized="2">We learned to SETTLE for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated.</STRONG><BR mce_serialized="2"></FONT></SPAN><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">Here's for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest everything, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today. The ones who </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">never believed it when people told us there might be someone else</FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again. <BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">This is for those great girls, who </SPAN><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2">loved him more than words can say</FONT>,</STRONG> and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder </SPAN></FONT><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><EM mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">"<FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">what if".</FONT></SPAN></EM></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2"> <BR mce_serialized="2">This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the entire conversation. The ones who </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. <BR mce_serialized="2"></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn't mean it. <BR mce_serialized="2">This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with. <BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><EM mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">"You're just not the one for me." or maybe, "things were going too fast, I'm just not ready." </FONT></SPAN></EM></STRONG><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">(Then later on find out he has a damn girlfriend already.)<BR mce_serialized="2"></FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">Here's to the girls </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt</FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. <BR mce_serialized="2">The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an "I told you so." <BR mce_serialized="2">The ones that could just TELL that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts, their beds, and their dreams again. <BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">We knew that we deserved better the entire time</SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">, <FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us when ever he got the chance, one that would really care about us</FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. We just wanted the one that we loved like that. <BR mce_serialized="2">Here's for the ones that FINALLY realized that he never gave one thought about them. <BR mce_serialized="2">Here's for the time that he took to waste, breaking your heart ... again. <BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">This is for those </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">days spent trying to hold back the tears</FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">, and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment. <BR mce_serialized="2">Here's for us girls who finally realized that <FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><U mce_serialized="2">we deserve better</U></STRONG></FONT></SPAN><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. <BR mce_serialized="2">This is for those confusing days, when you miss him,and want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist.&nbsp; <BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass,sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt all over again. <BR mce_serialized="2">Remember the times you cried, and how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that. <BR mce_serialized="2">When your song comes on the radio, turn the station. <BR mce_serialized="2">When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your phone off. <BR mce_serialized="2">When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door. <BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2">Think of all the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering </SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">where the HELL he was</SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. </SPAN><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2"></SPAN><SPAN mce_serialized="2">Think of how </SPAN><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night</SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">, and how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to.</SPAN></FONT><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2"><BR mce_serialized="2"></SPAN><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2">One day, you'll find a guy who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry</FONT></SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. <BR mce_serialized="2">It's gonna </SPAN><FONT size=2 mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">hurt like hell, and it's going to need time to heal</SPAN></STRONG><SPAN mce_serialized="2">, but the point is, </SPAN></FONT><STRONG mce_serialized="2"><SPAN mce_serialized="2">it will heal.</SPAN></STRONG></P>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Authentic &lt;3</title>
                <link>http://ketchay.i.ph/blogs/ketchay/?p=2</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <dc:creator>ketchay</dc:creator>
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                                <description><![CDATA[Most people&nbsp;love others because of their fame, money, beauty, brains and any other reasons on earth that can be part of the superficial&nbsp;things that we can visibly see but can't feel. Some say that&nbsp;they were just forced to love. One question is, that what you call love? I believe that...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<P mce_serialized="2">Most people&nbsp;love others because of their fame, money, beauty, brains and any other reasons on earth that can be part of the superficial&nbsp;things that we can visibly see but can't feel. Some say that&nbsp;they were just forced to love. One question is, that what you call love? I believe that no matter how you were forced to love someone,&nbsp;it would still be your decision to love and not just a choice.&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2">There are numerous people who feels empty and wants to share the love but nobody cares. Well, for those who feel that they belong to above mentioned status right now, this is what I can say:</P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2">The best part of being inlove is when&nbsp; you just love a person and be happy about it even if that person <EM mce_serialized="2"><STRONG mce_serialized="2">can never be yours</STRONG></EM>, even if you know that it can't last forever.</P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2">That's the true essence of love.</P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2">It's not about owning a relationship. It's just about <STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=3 mce_serialized="2">being happy</FONT></STRONG> 'cause you know you loved someone.</P>  <P mce_serialized="2" mce_keep="true">&nbsp;</P>  <P mce_serialized="2">It's about feeling guiltless 'cause you didn't take someone from anybody, you just love and<STRONG mce_serialized="2"><FONT size=4 mce_serialized="2"> love unselfishly</FONT></STRONG>.</P>]]></content:encoded>
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