<?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-5199892885797302621</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:14:26.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUCK UP ON ONE SIDED LOVE</title><subtitle type='html'>This is really for me....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199892885797302621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ONE SIDED LOVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304550513773118422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-5199892885797302621.post-1354385877652334523</id><published>2008-06-10T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:35:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter 1: "Firsts" Act 1. Scene. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE FIRST TIME I LOVED FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Narration: Somewhere I have never travelled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gladly beyond any experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your eyes have their silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;In your most frail gesture are things which enclosed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or which I can not touch, because they are too near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time I loved forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was when you whispered my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I knew at once you loved me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the me of who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time I loved forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I cast all else aside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I bid my heart to follow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be there no more need to hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Narration: Or if your wish be to close me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I and my life will shut very beautifully suddenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As when the heart of this flower imagines the snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carefully, everywhere descending&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all my life and forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a truth I will always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my world divides and shatters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your love is where I'll go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Narration: I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only something in me understands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199892885797302621-1354385877652334523?l=onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1354385877652334523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199892885797302621&amp;postID=1354385877652334523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199892885797302621/posts/default/1354385877652334523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199892885797302621/posts/default/1354385877652334523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/06/quarter-1-firsts-act-1-scene-2.html' title='Quarter 1: &quot;Firsts&quot; Act 1. Scene. 2'/><author><name>ONE SIDED LOVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304550513773118422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199892885797302621.post-7397793378675694971</id><published>2008-06-10T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:04:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter 1: "Firsts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;wenty years of my life have passed and still I was like before. Nothing new...no change at all. I still can recall all that have had happened for the past two decades...when I was two years old down to when I was 13 years old. But the most unforgettable stage of my life was on my 14th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;veryone was there. This was the first time I've held my birthday in our house (cause usualy I celebrate it at my grandmother's house). It felt like a family reunion which in our case happens every year (New Year). It was also the first time my grangparents saw our newly bought house. It was all firsts on that day. I was the first celebrant to celebrate his birthday on the house, it was our first family owned house, first time to drink .......and first time to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;es it was the first time I fell in love (or so I thought)...but definitely it was the first time I ever felt my heart's beating fast and I'm running out of breath everytime I glance at this guy. Yes, he is a guy and I'm a guy too...he's straight and I'm not......well anyways, He is very cute, tall, lean, and intelligent guy. He is the cousin of our neighbor whom I grew up with. I don't know how or why but its just like magic that I was instantly draw into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t was really an unforgettable day for me. Angel (my neighbor whom I was talking about earlier) introduced him to me. He was very formal then. He is Marc Albert Bongat, 18 years old that time, 4th year high school at Don Bosco having his vacation here. Planning to take engineering in collge. He's innocent eyes and simple gestures made me loved him deeply everyday that passed by. Everyday we always go out together. we even ate lunch almost everyday. And that, made my heart fall for him so deeply. I loved him in secrecy. I don't know how to say my feelings to him. But everyday I loved him more and more so deeply. And then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;acation is almost over which rings to me as a deadend for us. I know it would be the end of my surreal fantasy of him. Countless nights I couldn't sleep because of the dilemma on whether I should tell him my feelings or hide them forever. I've decided to tell him my feelings for I couldn't hide it anymore. And then, the day came when I had to tell him my feelings...It was the perfect timing..his cousin went out and we are all alone together..just listening to some mellow music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I &lt;/strong&gt;love you, Marc!!".....And he looked at me shocked. No reaction for almost 5 minutes. I was also struggling for words to say to change my first statement. And then he stood up and said. "You are still young, you don't know what is love yet. I'm very flattered that you feel that way towards me. But I already have a GIRLFRIEND". That word is the END for me. I didn't know how to react to it so what I did is to stand up and storm out of the house. I was crying hard...I cried night and day and felt like I almost cried my heart out. And then couple of days passed and I haven't gone out of the house ever since that day. My brother went in my room and gave to me a piece of paper he told me to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I &lt;/strong&gt;'m sorry. I don't know how to deal with that you have said but one thing for sure that I wanted to happen..let's still be friends..till the next vacation. See you...". It was only that moment that I realized he was already gone. He went home....he's not there...I'm empty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5199892885797302621-7397793378675694971?l=onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7397793378675694971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199892885797302621&amp;postID=7397793378675694971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199892885797302621/posts/default/7397793378675694971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199892885797302621/posts/default/7397793378675694971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/06/quarter-1-firsts.html' title='Quarter 1: &quot;Firsts&quot;'/><author><name>ONE SIDED LOVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304550513773118422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199892885797302621.post-7238216084808038929</id><published>2008-06-09T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:18:18.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DANCE OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were two hearts that met in a dance.  That moment was magical.  There was a sweet song playing, there was harmony…and soon…love in the air.  They fell in love and started building castles I their dreams and promised forever with all certainty.  But, somewhere, in the midst of the fun, they got lost in the dance, something went wrong, but they can never do anything.  They were just drifting away, their fortress falling apart.  There were so many questions…but no one had an answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The music stopped…and there was silence… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When we truly loved someone, we give our best and let that person see the pureness of our intention.  But sometimes, that person makes us cry and hurts us for the wrong reason.  That someone must have loved us, but he has not loved us enough to make him stand for what he truly felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, we are faced with the seemingly impossible task of forgetting.  We have burdened ourselves long enough, but we still can’t get out of this emotional trap.  Let us remember that the more we try to forget someone we love…the more painful letting go will become…     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, we never had to take that person out of our hearts at all…for he will always be there…no matter how we drive him away…It isn’t his presence that make this difficult.  It is our stubbornness to accept our destiny that aligns forgetting next to impossible.  We keep a cold face but deep in our hearts, there is still that lingering hope for reconciliation.  Somehow, we still believe that we can rekindle small embers and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts.  These thoughts give us hope… but also breed the seeds of loneliness and despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only way to forget is to accept…and the only way to move on is to look ahead…and let the footprints of the past…be blown by the wind of time…only then can our hearts find a partner in the dance of life…and hopefully…never get lost again…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199892885797302621-7238216084808038929?l=onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7238216084808038929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199892885797302621&amp;postID=7238216084808038929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One-sided love broke the see-saw down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got to get rough when I hear the grudge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you went your way and I went wild &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And girl, you'd understand if your heart was mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If we had an exchange of hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you'd know why I fell apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd feel the pain when the mem'ries start I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;f we had an exchange of hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd never wished a lonely heart on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not your fault, I chose to play the fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day may come when you'll be in my shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then your heart will break and you'll feel just like I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If we had an exchange of hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you'd know why I fell apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd feel the pain when the mem'ries start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If we had an exchange of hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When time turns the tables and soon I'll be able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To find a new romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then you'll remember my love warm and tender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too late for a second chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If we had an exchange of hearts&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd know why I fell apart&lt;br /&gt;You'd feel the pain when the mem'ries start&lt;br /&gt;If we had an exchange of hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If we had an exchange of hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199892885797302621-5919584106309900645?l=onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesidedloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5919584106309900645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199892885797302621&amp;postID=5919584106309900645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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