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  <title>the good omen</title>
  <subtitle>the truth lies behind the unexpressed thoughts</subtitle>
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    <name>gudomen</name>
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  <updated>2009-05-18T04:12:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gudomen:7251</id>
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    <title>confused mind</title>
    <published>2009-05-18T04:12:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-18T04:12:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life sometimes is not as easy as it may seem. We may not know it but there would always come a time that we won't know what to do. We would seek for someone to comfort us, to listen..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just an irony that the one we are expecting to be with us, the one we considered to be the best friend we would ever have...is the one that would cause us so much pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate it when I feel this way. I've been trying hard to forget all those memories but it just al coming back everytime I see **. I had stopped hoping but I guess I need to accept the fate. I don't have * *, much worse, I don't even know if ** feels the same way I do right now. We've been together for almost all my life...we've shared so much that even I don't know how. We've done things together to the point that I already don't know myself. All just for **.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things may look just what it is but I know they would never be the same again. So much had changed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking for him...I'm searching for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gudomen:6778</id>
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    <title>wishes and promises?</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T00:56:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T00:56:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Promises are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I believe. You might wonder why. Actually, promises are really meant to be broken. Promises are just mere words. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes are too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Wishes must come with action, determination and will. If not, wishes would be just wishes. Most of the times, wishes are just made to please oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pft.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gudomen:6177</id>
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    <title>it's been a long time...</title>
    <published>2008-11-09T12:39:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-09T12:39:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since my last post here. i just have no chance. this have been a busy vacation. arggh. anyways, mixed emotions filled me this past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i was sad..maybe i just miss everybody from school. or maybe it's because of..*tut,tut - censored*. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy too. maybe because of my grades..(i wasn't really expecting THOSE grades!'ayee!)..or maybe because of *tut.tut - censored*. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gudomen:6010</id>
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    <title>issues...</title>
    <published>2008-10-17T14:28:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-17T14:28:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">having lots of friends doesn't mean that one can truly be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having lots of friends doesn't mean that one can trust everybody...or even just every friend one has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having lots of friends doesn't mean that one always have someone to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having lots of friends doesn't mean that one have someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having lots of friends doesn't mean that one have someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having lots of friends doesn't mean that one is not ALONE...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gudomen:4746</id>
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    <title>gudomen @ 2008-06-24T15:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T07:15:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T07:15:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#333300" size="2"&gt;i missed those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't bring back time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the punishment for all my faults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was all my faults...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope all these will come to an end...&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gudomen:1604</id>
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    <title>no one is equal...</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T10:59:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T10:12:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">they are rich, they are not.&lt;br /&gt;they can do this, they cannot.&lt;br /&gt;they are like this, they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do others keep on telling all&amp;nbsp; are equal?in what terms?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't believe that we are equal. i don't believe superiority or inferiority either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just believe people are unique, as what am i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i don't mean something that may trigger your sense of whatever feeling you call it. i am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equality? not even obvious in religious society. i am a catholic, but as i can see it now...well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a big deal anyway..and i don't care-though i am open on- what other thinks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gudomen:1427</id>
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    <title>maghihintay ako</title>
    <published>2008-03-02T10:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T03:40:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#339966"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#339966"&gt;sa huli nating pagkikita&lt;br /&gt;hawak ang sumpa mo sinta&lt;br /&gt;umaasang totoo ang mga salita&lt;br /&gt;kahit mapalalyo ka, mamahali'y ako lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumalakad ang mga araw&lt;br /&gt;tumatakbo itong oras&lt;br /&gt;di ka maalis sa aking isipan&lt;br /&gt;at ang mga pangakong iyong iniwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamis ng 'yong halik&lt;br /&gt;init ng 'yong yakap&lt;br /&gt;busilak mong ngiti&lt;br /&gt;taglay mong kakisigan ay labis na inaasam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon nga't malayo ka&lt;br /&gt;ikaw lamang lamang ang naaalala&lt;br /&gt;laging umaasang makakasama&lt;br /&gt;kahit sa panaginip man lang&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ika'y aking madama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isipan ko'y gulung-gulo&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit nagkakaganito&lt;br /&gt;ngunit maghihintay ako&lt;br /&gt;kahit mangayayat pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa iyong pagbalik&lt;br /&gt;sana ay malaya pa&lt;br /&gt;upang matupad ko na ang pangakong magsasama&lt;br /&gt;walang iwanan, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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