<?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-31242461</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:41:54.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dances With Fairies...</title><subtitle type='html'>Everytime a child says "I don't believe in fairies, somewhere there is a little fairy that falls down dead."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankgirl--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31242461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankgirl--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tank_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448349441600539842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/xxxsasha000/Crumblin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31242461.post-115649583055861256</id><published>2006-08-25T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T01:56:13.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Are you a man or a mouse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard the lame excuse “Lalaki ako eh” whenever men are caught cheating on their wives or girlfriends? In this time and age, I still wonder what the hell does that mean. Yesterday, I went to one of the malls near our place and I saw my best male bud in the office holding hands and laughing with somebody who is definitely not his wife! I was numbed with shock for I know no reason for him to cheat on her. They are one of the most envied couples in the office. They don’t just look good together but they also have a great family. They have two cute and wonderful kids so my mind can’t seem to grasp what I was seeing. Imagine how surprised he was when I went to their table and said hi. After he introduced her to me as his girlfriend and we made a few pleasantries, I already bid my goodbye and left them. I’m sure he was tortured mentally as to what I was going to do next after finding out his philandering. I tried to get them off my mind so I can enjoy myself but I can’t seem to forget the scene that I have witnessed. Since it’s not my place to say anything to his wife, I felt like I’ve become an unwilling accomplice to the crime that he was committing. The other woman or should I say the other girl looks like she haven’t even graduated from school yet. She looks so young and innocent, a total babe in the woods. It was pretty obvious that she's clueless as to what she has gotten herself into. She’s just a fly who was conned by a big clever spider into his web.  After a few hours, he called me up and pleaded not to tell anything to his wife. I felt really bad for Marika (not her real name) that’s why I wasn’t able to say anything at first but “How could you?” And that’s when I heard the crappiest alibi of all time, “Lalaki ako eh.” Wow! That totally explains everything, you know. I completely understand now. NOT! I find this excuse utterly senseless! It’s like he was expecting me to comprehend that the reason he was able to do this loathsome thing is because he’s a guy. So? Does that give him the right to be unfaithful? Does that merit him the privilege to be promiscuous and do whatever his flesh is dictating? And then he said “Di ako santo, marupok ako. Pag palay na ang lumalapit sa manok mahirap na para sa manok na di tukain ito.” Tsaka, don’t worry TG, this is just a flash in the pan. Naglilibang lang ako. Mahal ko pa rin ang asawa ko. Can you believe this guy? I don’t want to elaborate anymore on all the rubbish that came out of his mouth. I never heard him say not even once during our entire conversation that he was sorry for cheating on his wife. If he is really a man like what he is bragging then he should be man enough to admit that he’s at fault. And I hope when his wife finds out he won’t start with “I’m only human” crap either. Men have two options whenever they are caught fooling around: 1. Be a man. 2. Be a mouse. You choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31242461-115649583055861256?l=tankgirl--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankgirl--.blogspot.com/feeds/115649583055861256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31242461&amp;postID=115649583055861256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31242461/posts/default/115649583055861256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31242461/posts/default/115649583055861256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankgirl--.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-you-man-or-mouse-have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>tank_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448349441600539842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/xxxsasha000/Crumblin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31242461.post-115353293406948360</id><published>2006-07-21T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:39:29.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Often Wonder</title><content type='html'>I often wonder how the stars above&lt;br /&gt;Could allow me to fall for someone that I could never have&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who’s already not free&lt;br /&gt;And no longer capable of loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how the sky could still smile&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking all the same while&lt;br /&gt;When the pain is too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;When life is cruel and so unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how the flowers could still bloom&lt;br /&gt;When my world is bleak and covered in gloom&lt;br /&gt;When my senses are dulled and the colors gone&lt;br /&gt;When I could neither face tomorrow nor could I run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how the sun could still shine&lt;br /&gt;When I have to accept the truth that you can never be mine&lt;br /&gt;When my tears are dried up and I can no longer cry&lt;br /&gt;When although I still love you, I have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how all of these will end&lt;br /&gt;Will my prayers be heard?&lt;br /&gt;Or I’ll just have another broken heart to mend&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31242461-115353293406948360?l=tankgirl--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/xxxsasha000/Crumblin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31242461.post-115348147909944352</id><published>2006-07-21T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T04:31:19.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macabre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt; gushing like raging falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstructed by blinding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt;-stained shards are scattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inanimate body&lt;/span&gt; kissing mist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scream of sirens&lt;/span&gt; laying it to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31242461-115348147909944352?l=tankgirl--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/xxxsasha000/Crumblin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31242461.post-115347752702322596</id><published>2006-07-21T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:25:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impostor</title><content type='html'>I saw you with that certain smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;You were in a crowd so all I could do was gaze&lt;br /&gt;I looked in your eyes and tried to read your soul&lt;br /&gt;But all I saw was a deep, dark and endless hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I knew what you were feeling&lt;br /&gt;Having everything but still felt nothing&lt;br /&gt;When you looked at me, I knew what you were trying to ask&lt;br /&gt;If it is all right to always wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not let others know what’s really inside of you&lt;br /&gt;To hide and run away from your past too&lt;br /&gt;To continue smiling even if you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Even though you know that it would mean living a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on is what they always say&lt;br /&gt;So you should go out there and pretend to be gay&lt;br /&gt;But this I tell to you my friend is true&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be yellow and pink if you’re really gray and blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31242461-115347752702322596?l=tankgirl--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankgirl--.blogspot.com/feeds/115347752702322596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31242461&amp;postID=115347752702322596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31242461/posts/default/115347752702322596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31242461/posts/default/115347752702322596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankgirl--.blogspot.com/2006/07/impostor.html' title='The Impostor'/><author><name>tank_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448349441600539842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/xxxsasha000/Crumblin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31242461.post-115313270432701728</id><published>2006-07-17T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:18:20.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRONY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Nothingness in deep slumber&lt;br /&gt;Wind softly whistling a tune&lt;br /&gt;Trees dancing with the fairies of the woods&lt;br /&gt;Crickets gaily serenading&lt;br /&gt;Moon gleaming like silver platter&lt;br /&gt;Stars blanketing the welcoming sky&lt;br /&gt;Leaves rustling, gently tracing every footstep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knife plunged deep in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Heart broken into thousand shards&lt;br /&gt;Pain nigh unbearable&lt;br /&gt;Tears racing down my face&lt;br /&gt;Drinking the familiarity of this place&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the memories you left in a jar&lt;br /&gt;Wound won’t heal, there never would be a scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31242461-115313270432701728?l=tankgirl--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankgirl--.blogspot.com/feeds/115313270432701728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31242461&amp;postID=115313270432701728' title='0 Comments'/><link 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