<?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-3194223172700116556</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:10:46.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drifter's haven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-8993988504643013628</id><published>2009-01-02T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:40:45.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it out!! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as long as there's music i will breathe&lt;br /&gt;fist clenched as i gasp for air&lt;br /&gt;hold on to the memories we shared&lt;br /&gt;on time's when boredom eats anything&lt;br /&gt;in this tunes where your shadow lurks&lt;br /&gt;beneath every smile every pain you grow&lt;br /&gt;in my heart where this song stayed&lt;br /&gt;a reminder for me to raise my head&lt;br /&gt;the likes of elvis down to rage&lt;br /&gt;i kicked pain with them beats&lt;br /&gt;no regrets as i passed on the light&lt;br /&gt;to my lungs beating with desire&lt;br /&gt;half-torn with denial, the other waiting for approval&lt;br /&gt;for love that never came&lt;br /&gt;for lies that made me scream&lt;br /&gt;at the top of my voice where you settle&lt;br /&gt;everything is just in place&lt;br /&gt;breathe on muthafucka =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea....let out your frustrations!!! in a good way hehehe happy new year boys and girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194223172700116556-8993988504643013628?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/8993988504643013628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194223172700116556&amp;postID=8993988504643013628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/8993988504643013628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/8993988504643013628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-out-xd.html' title='let it out!! XD'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-888014121727673890</id><published>2008-12-06T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:51:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me good answers...</title><content type='html'>so here i am. still trying to find answers. do i have to dig graves to find someone loyal or someone who's worth my time? this may sound cocky, but i'm the best boyfriend in the world, and i'm fucking proud that i'm aware of such thing. i'm loyal to the bones!! i fall hard that i allow myself to be dumb at times. if i love i love with everything that makes me and that there are times that i get stupid and shit. we must learn from those fucking players. times when pain is too much to handle that i want revenge or i want to  be numb that i try to be a bad person but i just can't 'coz i respect woman. why?? maybe because i have 3 gurl siblings and because i love my mom so much coz`she's so strong that i don't want to make the same mistakes as of my freakin father who was freaking weak that he almost destroyed my sanity. my mother taught me alot of things. i can say that there are times that she really made a shit on my life but then she gave me strength 'coz when that time when our family was on the verge of breaking up she faced it and she forgave my father. my father is not the best father in the world but when he chose to fight and stayed with our family he gained my respect.  he even gave me an advice that i can't forget but i know i will not take that fucking advice 'coz i know i'm way much smarter than he is!! fuck im being cocky again. he told me "ang lalake magpaka lalake!" - it's one way of telling me that males are bound to make mistakes. coz we are a fucking slave with lust. and i don't believe him. in my mind i said to myself that "i don't want to be like you". i want to be with one person. i want to give it all even if it hurts. call me a fucking romantic and shit but i really believe in fairytales- that we all end up with the right person if we choose to- but fuck! it's not fairytales heheheheh nowadays it's really hard to find  someone loyal. hmmm... forgive me on this; but i know somewhere somehow somebody's going to appreciate me. im being  positive!! it's my freakin downfall hahahaha tell me i'm wrong. i believe that somebody out there is as loyal as i am and i being an idealist! bad thing. i have to be realistic...help me help myself. hahaha no, don't! i can walk all by myself heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194223172700116556-888014121727673890?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/888014121727673890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194223172700116556&amp;postID=888014121727673890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/888014121727673890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/888014121727673890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-good-answers.html' title='give me good answers...'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-7662175657745542372</id><published>2008-12-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:17:56.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;im in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's really funny how pain makes us aware of alot of things that we don't even bother to look at when we're happy with our own little world. pain makes us appreciate the good things in this life, the minute things that we don't even bother to look at 'coz we're to pre-occupied with our "own vanity" that we get too insensitive at the little things that we're supposed to value. we are too absorbed with our own shit that we think that we're such a victim when somebody else out there is loosing some limbs and somebody out there is positive enough to think about life despite the cancer that's eating them insid out-physically and emotionally. so here's my point. pain brings out the best in us. best in the sense that we get to see reality first-hand and we try to fight it immaturely at times but then we learn from it(hopefully!!) whether we like it or not. we must know that whether what pain that we are going through it's really up to us if we move on, or not. of course we know what's the best choice, but then again the best choices is always the hardest thing to do. it's always easy to be easy! hahah fuck this line but it's true. it's always easy not to face things, not to face reality. 'coz it's always easy to be HAPPY...temporarily. now if you get me, it's really up to us if we choose temporary bliss or a lifetime of happiness. if we choose the hard part we get all the reward(s) in the end and that's far more greater than the temporary happiness that we get with those people who don't appreciate us. so think, but not too much. just learn from our mistakes and try to be the best of who we are with those people who appreciate's the litul things that we do. carpe diem!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; godspeed to us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194223172700116556-7662175657745542372?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/7662175657745542372/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-3019787590153421910</id><published>2008-12-04T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:57:58.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIP.POINT.SMILE =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like it when you're quiet with your coffee.SIP.the taste of friendship on our lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like it when you show me how things work.POINT.the world so tangled and abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like it when you like what i like.SMILE.the world is ours for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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=)'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-7807151201061761479</id><published>2008-11-18T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:15:47.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the feeling closed</title><content type='html'>in my dreams im running out on my bare feet&lt;br /&gt;stumbling as i search for a good sleep&lt;br /&gt;must grab something that i just can't reach&lt;br /&gt;come now slap my face&lt;br /&gt;break my fingers and make me feel&lt;br /&gt;i have to wake up from this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;someone anyone&lt;br /&gt;let me hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;whispers of a ghost long gone&lt;br /&gt;take me far away from this land&lt;br /&gt;coz reality is gone&lt;br /&gt;let me fade as i reach for that hands&lt;br /&gt;let it all in and let it take over my system&lt;br /&gt;stop the beat and kill every passion&lt;br /&gt;it's always been with me and im tired with the beating&lt;br /&gt;now do what you have to do as i lay myself to rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194223172700116556-7807151201061761479?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/7807151201061761479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194223172700116556&amp;postID=7807151201061761479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/7807151201061761479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/7807151201061761479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-feeling-closed.html' title='when the feeling closed'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-246132050917526769</id><published>2008-11-18T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:41:53.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>embrace the waveS =)</title><content type='html'>ill wait for the waves to crash on my face&lt;br /&gt;coz everybody's too numb to care&lt;br /&gt;i just have to feed myself&lt;br /&gt;with the things that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;ill move on by myself&lt;br /&gt;it's always the case&lt;br /&gt;always the case&lt;br /&gt;note the feeling and feel the drizzle&lt;br /&gt;as i listen to our conversations&lt;br /&gt;moments i have to let go&lt;br /&gt;starting now&lt;br /&gt;i have to drown that pretty feelings in my chest&lt;br /&gt;i'm a veteran on this&lt;br /&gt;sad to say but sometimes it's just easy if we don't care&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to choose the easy way&lt;br /&gt;coz when i felt the waves on my face&lt;br /&gt;i know it isn't for me&lt;br /&gt;'coz when fate is always for us to choose&lt;br /&gt;we both chose the same, but on opposite directions&lt;br /&gt;we talked and then we turned at each others back&lt;br /&gt;coz there's nothing more to lose&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more to lose&lt;br /&gt;nothing more to lose&lt;br /&gt;more to lose...if we stay with the honesty that our heart tells us to&lt;br /&gt;so just let go&lt;br /&gt;embrace the waves and let it eat you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194223172700116556-246132050917526769?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/246132050917526769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194223172700116556&amp;postID=246132050917526769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/246132050917526769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/246132050917526769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/2008/11/embrace-waves.html' title='embrace the waveS =)'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-364481607570024229</id><published>2008-11-17T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:55:39.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just move....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;start a race on your own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;draw a line and step beyond it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you don't have to run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just lift that foot and move forward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one...two...three steps will do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take a rest and wait for tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another day to face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't look at the footprints u left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make new ones with your good friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now move a lil bit faster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;put more effort and look how far you've been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you must be proud of yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give urself a reward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one...two..three beers will do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another day ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow it's going to be OK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before you sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one...two...three...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep in silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;there's still a long way to go....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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move....'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-409485000680567541</id><published>2008-11-14T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:44:28.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind, erase, then make an exit =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was planning things and now it's going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;could've been a day like nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we just can't keep things forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;once again, im going to act on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its for me to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and your hands to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thought i had something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never knew it was nothing to begin with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;just a memory waiting to be erased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its all about someone's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the lies we created along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's for me to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and for your hands to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;coz sometimes when we just cant breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we just have to kill part of ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to give new life, to build a new hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;somebody else worthy to erase time with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this i have to face =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194223172700116556-409485000680567541?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/409485000680567541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194223172700116556&amp;postID=409485000680567541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/409485000680567541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/409485000680567541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/2008/11/rewind-erase-then-make-exit.html' title='rewind, erase, then make an exit =)'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-2292952745338594647</id><published>2008-10-26T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:36:17.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we love, we bleed, one and the same...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SQQdxA0_IjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gMZcPN02pmU/s1600-h/wasted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261362992548618802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SQQdxA0_IjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gMZcPN02pmU/s320/wasted.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have to take what's left of me&lt;br /&gt;down with the promises you made while you're away&lt;br /&gt;head bent as i walk in circles&lt;br /&gt;i hope i made the right choice&lt;br /&gt;stuck in the moment waiting for things to sink in&lt;br /&gt;i tried to charge myself with the cigarette that im holding&lt;br /&gt;suck it in and let it linger&lt;br /&gt;wrap my heart with nicotine and let it settle&lt;br /&gt;for id rather have a disease to battle&lt;br /&gt;than to look at your face every single hour&lt;br /&gt;id rather die from within&lt;br /&gt;than to make a scar on my skin&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't know if im hurting&lt;br /&gt;so let me rest for a while as i try to figure out why im alone with myself.&lt;br /&gt;godspeed to us all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194223172700116556-2292952745338594647?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/2292952745338594647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194223172700116556&amp;postID=2292952745338594647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/2292952745338594647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/2292952745338594647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-we-bleed-one-and-same.html' title='we love, we bleed, one and the same...'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SQQdxA0_IjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gMZcPN02pmU/s72-c/wasted.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-4520520302496030431</id><published>2008-10-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:36:04.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny days at dumsville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everytime im out with the new breed of hardcore drunkards in dumaguete i always share to them the days when i was with a group of superhardcoredrunkards who call themselves brilliant bums. i'm not proud of the way they drink beer like it's fresh buko juice, but im proud of the way they handle themselves when they get drunk. ow. wait. forget bout that. im proud bout the way they handle their studies despite their hectic schedules. to wake up early in the morning to attend class and stay up late and get drunk is not an easy thing to do but it seems that they perfected the kung-fu style routines. i miss them. its not the perfect group but its, by fact, a group filled with imperfect people who admits to themselves that they are not perfect but when theyre all together it seems that the world is just as perfect as they perceive it to be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at first i thought they were just the typical college students who are just bored with their lives and are just hungry for companionship. you cant blame me for thinking that way coz every single day their faces are at el amigo, a place where a striving student can get a cheap beer and if one has coins to spare then one can get peanuts to further feed the hunger caused by boredom. they were there almost everyday- loud and wild. at times you can see them laughing their asses off with a language everbody calls the "gay linggo" which is a familiar phenomenon in dumaguete; and  sometimes with an invented language- the "papipapipapi language" as what id like to call it- is as hard to decode as the "gay lingo".  and their are times you can see them silently staring at each other, sometimes with tears falling from their tired eyes down to their beer which they drink without bothering with the new found taste. one must know that no matter what the mood was there's always a good conversation to expect. topics sprung up like weeds; and as senses are heightened (you know why!!!!) one must expect a heated conversation, a shocking confession or an argument between soon to be philosopher's of this tangled world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's funny how they can catch up with every word and laugh as if they were the only customers at el ams. that was my first impression of these wonderful personalities that crossed my path when i was hungry for real conversations. then i get to know each and everyone by heart. i started to understand their bond. its not just the beer but the things they share and the things they learn from each other's stories -its life at progress.   everytime i talk to one of them,or the group itself, i get a new insight of life or the more dreadful word for it -REALITY. i learned that they were as weak as i am- prone to temptation and anger brought by god knows what. i also learned that they strive hard to be better-sometimes failing, most of the time just dealing and moving on which is a gud sign. some of us has the same storylines. movies with the same scripts but with different characters. i saw patterns from our stories. characters were made. plots was discovered. schemes decoded and solved for peace of mind. i'm not alone afterall, i said to myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyday we meet to share stories,with the beer between us, and just savor the company. fast forward.... finals came and i was there when they cried coz they were afraid that they wont get their diplomaS and still they were drinking. i even found out that they were supposed to pass their final requirements the following day. i bid them goodluck. graduation came and there they were. cum laude..awards here and there...i was shocked.  shocked coz i never thought they can get the top spot because of their drinking habits. there i was shocked and proud. this is so long of a blog. i will end this by saying thankYOU for each and everyone of you guys. you inspire me. thankYOU for the stories and for being real. i miss all of you.&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/3194223172700116556-4520520302496030431?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/4520520302496030431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194223172700116556&amp;postID=4520520302496030431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/4520520302496030431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/4520520302496030431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunny-days-at-dumsville.html' title='sunny days at dumsville'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-4207387730074427035</id><published>2008-10-04T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:16:25.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one two take me to the zo0;  three four take me on tour; five six.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;she pulls me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and she leads me into reality&lt;br /&gt;that life is not as perfect as i thought it is&lt;br /&gt;but it can perfect when i want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;when temper strikes she patiently waits for me to calm down&lt;br /&gt;hands held tight under the dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;she stares at me with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to realize that im not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;nobody ever waited for me like this&lt;br /&gt;nobody was patient enough to stay at my side when im crazy with the demons inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;now i know why i stayed&lt;br /&gt;its because i found something that i thought is dead&lt;br /&gt;its this thumb marks embedded at my neck&lt;br /&gt;the bruises on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;the anger that consumed me long before&lt;br /&gt;the smiles that took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;its the simple things that makes me who i am&lt;br /&gt;that died when i thought life is just a time to kill and pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;now that i know its as precious as your smile&lt;br /&gt;i have to stand up and give it my best shot&lt;br /&gt;on mornings when i dont want to get up&lt;br /&gt;at times when i try to hold time&lt;br /&gt;its your face that flashes and reminds me that i have to get on and start my day with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI&lt;br /&gt;hilom na!!! hug ko hehehehe&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/3194223172700116556-4207387730074427035?l=xandersalamander.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/feeds/4207387730074427035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194223172700116556&amp;postID=4207387730074427035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/4207387730074427035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194223172700116556/posts/default/4207387730074427035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xandersalamander.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-two-take-me-to-zo0-three-four-take.html' title='one two take me to the zo0;  three four take me on tour; five six.....'/><author><name>xandersalamander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970299612724268038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVSwZIrwfnA/SOIhwZJzy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kEqVe-NI5U/S220/1_396571882l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194223172700116556.post-6524925846815303094</id><published>2008-09-26T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:39:05.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;let it flow let it flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;breathe with your emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and let it be your guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;to places where you feel vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;light a torch and search for the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;now grab that device and channel your anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hold that memories and let it linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;at the tip of your fingers where everything feels safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nothing's more refreshing than a familiar scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;put it down into words and remember every detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;from castles to ashes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a pail filled with nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bruises that speaks of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;to the world beyond our limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;purple skies and falling stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the pyramids and its secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;acquire the key of knowledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and unlock life's secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;drifter signing out :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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