<?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-8755480</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:28:26.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flambeaux</title><subtitle type='html'>literary side of my demented orb</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223936254755419014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/aikat/halumbabs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755480.post-110421364349105506</id><published>2004-12-28T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T14:00:43.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikaw</title><content type='html'>IKAW&lt;br /&gt;ay isang pangarap &lt;br /&gt;na kailan man ay di ko maabot&lt;br /&gt;isang bagay&lt;br /&gt;na di ko maaangkin,&lt;br /&gt;isang bakas&lt;br /&gt;ng alaalang lumipas&lt;br /&gt;isang nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;na wala ng babalikan&lt;br /&gt;at isang bukas &lt;br /&gt;na di ko na masisilayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAMAT..&lt;br /&gt;sa nakaraan,&lt;br /&gt;sa mga ala-ala,&lt;br /&gt;sa mga nabuong pangarap,&lt;br /&gt;at sa leksyong natutunan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAALAM...&lt;br /&gt;wla na kong babalikan,&lt;br /&gt;di na dapat pagsisihan&lt;br /&gt;ito ay isang pasasalamat &lt;br /&gt;at pag papaalam sa iyo,  &lt;br /&gt;bilang isang magandang bahagi ng aking nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**emem ang drama ko, kaya nabuo ito,,**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8755480-110421364349105506?l=aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com/feeds/110421364349105506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Bewitched Heart</title><content type='html'>I have been in love for so many times&lt;br /&gt;And my heart breaks all the time&lt;br /&gt;I have an ideal man within my mind&lt;br /&gt;And i always find that kind of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal man seems not to notice me&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel that I don’t exist&lt;br /&gt;Just a smile from him makes my day complete&lt;br /&gt;But it only happens once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always fall in love with someone,&lt;br /&gt;Who happens to love someone else&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart and tears me apart&lt;br /&gt;But I cant help it because its what we call love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always stares at him when his far from me&lt;br /&gt;Coz I can’t look at him when he’s near me&lt;br /&gt;I have no guts to look and talk to him&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m afraid that I might not hide my feelings for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think, “am I that ugly?”&lt;br /&gt;That my loved one doesn’t even notice me&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry because it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;But i always think he is not worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I have someone to love?&lt;br /&gt;Who will love me for what I am&lt;br /&gt;I always have a dull love life&lt;br /&gt;When others enjoy it all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someday the right one comes along&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it wont be that long&lt;br /&gt;I hope he would like me as me&lt;br /&gt;And I will like him for what he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** i found an old poem of mine, way back i can't remember when. baduy hehehe, me pagka stupid and idealistic pa ko nun, hahaha. di ko na din maalala kung bakit ko nagawa to at kung sino ang tarantadong guy na nagbigay sakin ng inspirasyon or heartache rather para maisulat ko ang poem na ito noon **&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/aikat/halumbabs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755480.post-109972364481707991</id><published>2004-11-06T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T14:47:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought you are the one</title><content type='html'>I thought you are the one?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’re different from them?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was right, but I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It’s too early for me to assume&lt;br /&gt;That there's a special thing going on&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that happens to me&lt;br /&gt;Is that I have known the real "you" early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**courtesy of my old diary, mga lumang notes ko last feb 23, 2003 and there's still more to come**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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anticipate that just because you love me,&lt;br /&gt;We are still what we used to be?&lt;br /&gt;You fool!!&lt;br /&gt;How insensitive of you to think and feel so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for someone else to fool around with.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not the same naive girl I used to be,&lt;br /&gt;And I have learned my lesson well.&lt;br /&gt;So stop being presumptuous that were still we,&lt;br /&gt;And that machismo style of yours could still win me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time man! Not this time&lt;br /&gt;Please stop messing around w/ my life&lt;br /&gt;Because I might bite your head off,&lt;br /&gt;So Back off and scram!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755480-109841543810808572?l=aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com/feeds/109841543810808572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755480&amp;postID=109841543810808572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755480/posts/default/109841543810808572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755480/posts/default/109841543810808572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com/2004/10/stupid-ghost-from-past.html' title='Stupid Ghost from the Past'/><author><name>aikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223936254755419014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/aikat/halumbabs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755480.post-109808991899978889</id><published>2004-10-18T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T16:58:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Quit</title><content type='html'>by anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high,&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is queer with its twist and turns,&lt;br /&gt;As every one of us sometimes learns, &lt;br /&gt;And many a fellow turns about&lt;br /&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up though the pace seems slow&lt;br /&gt;You may succeed with another blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often the goal is nearer than&lt;br /&gt;It seems to a faint and faltering man;&lt;br /&gt;Often the struggler has given up&lt;br /&gt;When he might have captured the victor’s cup;&lt;br /&gt;And he learned too late when the night came down,&lt;br /&gt;How close he was to the golden crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems afar;&lt;br /&gt;So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit,&lt;br /&gt;It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**thats why I keep on trying, even if its so so so hard. hay thats life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755480-109808991899978889?l=aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com/feeds/109808991899978889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755480&amp;postID=109808991899978889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755480/posts/default/109808991899978889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755480/posts/default/109808991899978889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-quit.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Don’t Quit&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>aikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223936254755419014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/aikat/halumbabs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755480.post-109808163324896403</id><published>2004-10-18T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:40:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try ulit</title><content type='html'>try try try, and try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755480-109808163324896403?l=aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikat-flambeaux.blogspot.com/feeds/109808163324896403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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