<?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-8383506013601329460</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:01:15.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F O R L O R N</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L O N E L Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240134338338260609</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383506013601329460.post-7614315094829504552</id><published>2007-08-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:57:10.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TIMES</title><content type='html'>THE TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scheduled 2-day play is &lt;del&gt;over&lt;/del&gt;. it was fun, sooooooo much. i really enjoyed it. we have formed friendships and those were really memorable- unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss THEM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss &lt;del&gt;&lt;b&gt;*toot*...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was cold.. she gave stares but she never smiled, &lt;del&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;UMIIWAS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/del&gt; siya. hindi ko alam kung bakit. all i know is umiiwas siya... haaaaay.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's just &lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt; to say &lt;u&gt;goodbye...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I WILL MISS YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but baby before i let you go.... i want to say i love you, i hope you're hearing me coz it's true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/del&gt; night.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8383506013601329460-7614315094829504552?l=markforlorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7614315094829504552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8383506013601329460&amp;postID=7614315094829504552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/7614315094829504552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/7614315094829504552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/2007/08/times.html' title='THE TIMES'/><author><name>L O N E L Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240134338338260609</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-8383506013601329460.post-3854148720475827002</id><published>2007-08-05T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:26:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I U N N O</title><content type='html'>I U N N O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having "malas days" these past few days. haay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;del&gt;don't&lt;/del&gt;know what happened. i don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;del&gt;BAD DAY&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8383506013601329460-3854148720475827002?l=markforlorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3854148720475827002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8383506013601329460&amp;postID=3854148720475827002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/3854148720475827002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/3854148720475827002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-u-n-n-o.html' title='I U N N O'/><author><name>L O N E L Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240134338338260609</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-8383506013601329460.post-3939677700132445797</id><published>2007-08-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:10:46.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S A FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>IT'S A FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't have classes because of the SK registration something(not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day is quite boring. i did nothing- i was sleeping the whole morning and when i woke up, i ate my brunch. nothing was exciting. i am surfing the net right this moment. added friends. chatted with classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. i forgot something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;dim-witted me.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;del&gt;forgot&lt;/del&gt; to &lt;b&gt;TAKE A BATH&lt;/b&gt;. oh yeah. it's kinda cold- reason why i forgot. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring day, but yeah, the day's not yet over. i still have how many hours before ending this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;u&gt;PEACE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/b&gt;be with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8383506013601329460-3939677700132445797?l=markforlorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3939677700132445797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8383506013601329460&amp;postID=3939677700132445797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/3939677700132445797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/3939677700132445797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-friday.html' title='IT&quot;S A FRIDAY'/><author><name>L O N E L Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240134338338260609</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-8383506013601329460.post-6024248082421630094</id><published>2007-08-02T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:12:39.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M A N H I D</title><content type='html'>M A N H I D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kainis, ayaw ko maging poetic kaya ito, kahit ano nalang sabihin ko ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulan nanaman knina. haay. &lt;del&gt;NAPUTIKAN&lt;/del&gt; again shoes ko. lolx. haay.&lt;br /&gt;nagkita nanaman kami, di ko siya pinansin. siya yung pumansin sakin. tapos parang wala lang. hindi ako nagpahalata. i didn't know what to say. i didn't know what i felt. &lt;b&gt;&lt;del&gt;MANHID&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/b&gt; talaga siya! Di ba obvious? well, buti nga yun. buti ngang hindi niya alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORYA!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala, ano ano naman ang pinagsasasabi ko? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;nevermind&lt;/del&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8383506013601329460-6024248082421630094?l=markforlorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6024248082421630094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8383506013601329460&amp;postID=6024248082421630094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/6024248082421630094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/6024248082421630094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/2007/08/m-n-h-i-d.html' title='M A N H I D'/><author><name>L O N E L Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240134338338260609</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-8383506013601329460.post-1012517213666276351</id><published>2007-08-01T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:07:17.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U L A N</title><content type='html'>U L A N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(since my last/first two posts were all in ENGLISH, i want a change, lol, so here is my new entry -in TAGALOG. :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naging kagandahan ang simula ng aking umaga. Nagkaroon ng mga kakaunting problema tulad ng huli kong pag gising. Nahuli rin ako sa pag dating sa eskuwelahan, mabuti nalang at hindi maaga nagsimula ang programa kanina. Nagsimula ang araw nang umuulan. Marahil, aakalain ng mga taong lubos akong kilala, na masaya ako. Nabanggit ko kasi sakanila na sumasaya ako sa tuwing umuulan. Ngunit, kanina, para bang hindi ko magawang ngumiti, tumawa. Maaaring nakita nila akong may ngiti sa aking mga labi, ngunit hindi iyon tunay. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang dahilan kung bakit hindi ako makalagay ng natural o tunay na mga ngiti sa aking mga labi. Sadyang binabalot ng kalungkutan ang aking sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ba ito sa mga kaganapan ng mga nakalipas na mga araw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam. Ang tanging alam ko lang ay,malungkot ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging maayos naman ang araw, kahit na hindi organisado ang takbo ng programa ay masasabi kong ayos lang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umambon. Mahina. Malungkot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis, hindi ko alam kung bakit naging ganoon ako. Nakita niya&amp;hearts; ako, hindi ko alam kung nabatid ba niya ngunit pinansin niya ako. Binigyan ko siya ng ngiti at hawak sa kamay. Malamig, malamig ang pagkakahawak- nangangahulugang hindi maayos ang anumang mayroon sa pagitan naming dalawa. Nagpabasa ako sa ulan, basa - malungkot, nawawalan ng pag-asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang ganito talaga ang takbo ng kapalaran, ngunit handa ako sa kung saan man ako nito dadalhin, kahit saang landas ako ibabagsak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saan nga ba ako patutungo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa walang katapusang pagkabigo.   &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8383506013601329460-1012517213666276351?l=markforlorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1012517213666276351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8383506013601329460&amp;postID=1012517213666276351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/1012517213666276351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/1012517213666276351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/2007/08/u-l-n.html' title='U L A N'/><author><name>L O N E L Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240134338338260609</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-8383506013601329460.post-6746622666853785608</id><published>2007-07-31T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T03:57:36.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGH IT'S HARD TO SAY GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>THOUGH IT'S HARD TO SAY GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for fairly a long time already. She didn't seem to be exceptional at first, but as instance passes by, a sweet sentiment develops in the interior of my fanatical thoughts. She thumps at my wits all the time, and whenever I see her, an abrupt tremor transpires within me. She has two dazzling, striking, beautiful eyes that viciously circle and entice mine to gaze at her. Her alluring lips provoke me to consign mine at those pink bits. Her stare puffs my consciousness and heaves me off to a place I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once, I didn’t know what those things meant. It was plain fascination, I thought. Perhaps, I was just a pure buff. I didn’t mind the light sense I had whenever she’s around, each time she glances or even smirks at me. Maybe it was because she was much like me – gregarious, witty, and sweet perchance. Boredom couldn’t even enter the prospect. We talked like tomorrow would never arrive and I spoke the tongue I didn’t think I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent cherished moments together because we were both a part of one school activity. At first, we were not that close. We exchanged stares and smiles but we didn’t converse. I can still remember the first words she told me, “Take Care.” At that instant, my knees were wobbly. I didn’t know how to retort, I just told her, “You too.” I couldn’t elucidate the delight I felt at that time. It was the happiest moment of my whole dreary existence, I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fissure between us was suddenly waning and we began to trade stories and debate on certain matters. She was really fun to be with and I so much enjoyed her company. My world seemed tranquil when she spoke – cliché to some, but it was indeed true. She seemed to be the solitary person I notice when we are with the group, and I could constantly remember her smiles, and her sniggers. This dim-witted infatuation persisted, and I wasn’t even conscious of it. I wasn’t even aware that all these things were wide of the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not, until one day, when I saw her with someone else. I can’t unerringly say what I felt, but I presume I was resentful. Then I realized that I didn’t have the right to be envious, because we had nothing but an endearing friendship. She had someone else, and I realized how much she loved him when she, herself, told me the precise words to describe what she felt for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my consciousness back again. The feelings I had were wrong. My love for her was forbidden. She had someone else, I had mine too. I have disregarded the girl who loved me, the girl who made me feel exceptional. I had been treacherous. I realized that I still love my girl, with all of my heart. I need to unleash the emotions I have for the stranger who has made my verve poles apart. I need to let go, though it’s hard to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8383506013601329460-6746622666853785608?l=markforlorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6746622666853785608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8383506013601329460&amp;postID=6746622666853785608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/6746622666853785608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/6746622666853785608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/2007/07/though-its-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='THOUGH IT&apos;S HARD TO SAY GOODBYE'/><author><name>L O N E L Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240134338338260609</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-8383506013601329460.post-7617979795086596306</id><published>2007-07-31T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:44:19.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M O N D A Y</title><content type='html'>M O N D A Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was MONDAY, oh yeah. I was &lt;del&gt;late&lt;/del&gt; for the Morning Assembly - as usual. We had a pretty much fun discussion in religion and a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;del&gt;DREADFUL&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; time in Algebra. I don't know, but I OH-SO-HATE the teacher. Enough about that. Ma'am Versoza didn't appear so we had a vacant time. Some studied for the quiz in Literature while others were practicing for the SAYAWIT. While others are busy with school stuff, I was hilariously taking pictures with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninel and I were excused for the &lt;u&gt;promotion&lt;/u&gt; of our upcoming play in PUNLAAN dubbed as &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Ang Pagbabalik ni Sotero.."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It was soo tiring. We had a mass at 2:20 then after that we had the Service Awards Ceremony. Hoooraay for Sir Ramos &lt;i&gt;(ah.. baridoo.. baridoo...)&lt;/i&gt; for his 25 years in the Ateneo. haha. Then, we had a practice for our &lt;i&gt;SAYAWIT&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with Shaneen and Earl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was tiring but because ♥ toot ♥ was present, the day became meaningful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8383506013601329460-7617979795086596306?l=markforlorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7617979795086596306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8383506013601329460&amp;postID=7617979795086596306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/7617979795086596306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8383506013601329460/posts/default/7617979795086596306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markforlorn.blogspot.com/2007/07/m-o-n-d-y.html' title='M O N D A Y'/><author><name>L O N E L Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240134338338260609</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></feed>
