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Need I say more? 
Follow me on twitter : https://twitter.com/#!/ishotWILL</description><title>I AM NO SUPERMAN</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @iamnosupermann)</generator><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I remember the days where I used to play with my toys. I  still remember how they became real, it was as if I was there, part of them. And in that time, they were no longer toys, they were real like me. And it always happened that they brought me to a place where I endlessly felt entertained. Everything was spontaneous. Except for the fact that time is flying and everything is changing. As I grew older, It became difficult to access our world, where we felt beyond an ordinary happiness coming from reality. I watched my lil bro playing his toys and I found myself playing with him, playing with his toys that happened to be mine before. It was beyond good. I can see it on his face, the feeling, it was the same as mine when I was in his age. I hope by now time pauses so that I can live with this kind of feeling even just for a day. I just want to feel it again. I really do.</title><description>I remember the days where I used to play with my toys. I  still remember how they became real, it was as if I was there, part of them. And in that time, they were no longer toys, they were real like me. And it always happened that they brought me to a place where I endlessly felt entertained. Everything was spontaneous. Except for the fact that time is flying and everything is changing. As I grew older, It became difficult to access our world, where we felt beyond an ordinary happiness coming from reality. I watched my lil bro playing his toys and I found myself playing with him, playing with his toys that happened to be mine before. It was beyond good. I can see it on his face, the feeling, it was the same as mine when I was in his age. I hope by now time pauses so that I can live with this kind of feeling even just for a day. I just want to feel it again. I really do.</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50975569596</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50975569596</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 03:15:42 -0400</pubDate><category>Personal</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Childhood</category><category>Memories</category></item><item><title>There's one thing on my mind, that's full of you : ")) Goodmorning!</title><description>There's one thing on my mind, that's full of you :")) Goodmorning!</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50954036164</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50954036164</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 21:33:26 -0400</pubDate><category>Goodmorning</category></item><item><title>Maybe you thought of being a writer because you were inspired by someone, or you have read something that urge you to be one, or maybe because you think everybody else is that's why you wanted too. But whatever the reason is I HOPE YOU'RE NOT PRETENDING. Don't be a society's writer but instead, just be you. It's more preferable to say that it's just the real you so that when people of the society judge you, they will not matter to you anymore because you're writing for your own and not for them to criticise your work. You need not to pretend, or call yourself a "writer". You can still write something good by just being you and by following your mind, heart and soul.</title><description>Maybe you thought of being a writer because you were inspired by someone, or you have read something that urge you to be one, or maybe because you think everybody else is that's why you wanted too. But whatever the reason is I HOPE YOU'RE NOT PRETENDING. Don't be a society's writer but instead, just be you. It's more preferable to say that it's just the real you so that when people of the society judge you, they will not matter to you anymore because you're writing for your own and not for them to criticise your work. You need not to pretend, or call yourself a "writer". You can still write something good by just being you and by following your mind, heart and soul.</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50901795225</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50901795225</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 08:00:19 -0400</pubDate><category>Thoughts</category><category>Personal</category></item><item><title>I wonder what my future girl friend will feel if she reads my blog bc basically, even if I had no idea who she is, my blog's mostly about her. I mean, about how I wanted to be with her. How I was imagining things with her, things that both of us will do if we're together. I want her to know that I loved her even before I met her and will love her even more when I see her.</title><description>I wonder what my future girl friend will feel if she reads my blog bc basically, even if I had no idea who she is, my blog's mostly about her. I mean, about how I wanted to be with her. How I was imagining things with her, things that both of us will do if we're together. I want her to know that I loved her even before I met her and will love her even more when I see her.</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50894394811</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50894394811</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 04:11:19 -0400</pubDate><category>Personal</category><category>To my future girlfriend</category><category>Thoughts</category></item><item><title>If you could just lay your head in the spot where my shoulder meets my chest, where it fits perfectly. Where you can hear my heart beating fast. I would make you feel comfortable and safe as we watch the stars flare and glitter above our heads like snowflakes whirling away into the inky dark. And then I'll wrap my arms around you to warm you from the breeze of the night as I smell your hair like flowers blooming in the garden. If you could just be with me even for one perfect night then I would never compare thee to a summer's day.</title><description>If you could just lay your head in the spot where my shoulder meets my chest, where it fits perfectly. Where you can hear my heart beating fast. I would make you feel comfortable and safe as we watch the stars flare and glitter above our heads like snowflakes whirling away into the inky dark. And then I'll wrap my arms around you to warm you from the breeze of the night as I smell your hair like flowers blooming in the garden. If you could just be with me even for one perfect night then I would never compare thee to a summer's day.</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50893338783</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50893338783</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 03:38:09 -0400</pubDate><category>Personal</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Love</category></item><item><title>Tara usap! : ))) anon o kayo mismo para mas maganda!</title><description>Tara usap! :))) anon o kayo mismo para mas maganda!</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50837806391</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50837806391</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 14:26:16 -0400</pubDate><category>Puyat</category><category>Pinoy blogger</category></item><item><title>I'm just using mobile. Kaya imbis na text post ay pang-chat yung ginagamit ko. Medyo cute naman dahil may boarder line haha!</title><description>I'm just using mobile. Kaya imbis na text post ay pang-chat yung ginagamit ko. Medyo cute naman dahil may boarder line haha!</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50837501120</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50837501120</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 14:22:24 -0400</pubDate><category>Hello</category></item><item><title>Whatever good they say to me, I always end up filling like a shit. Like there's something big that's so wrong about me. I don't know if it was my face, but sometimes I felt like it was really my face. There were also times I felt bad about having this body, so thin and plain. And the worst was I felt like I was no good. Everything that I did was a failure, that I am myself was a failure. I just couldn't help myself but to feel so so sooo insecure. But then I remember what my bestfriend once told to me. She said that I should always look at the brighter side and I did. I realized that even though I'm silly I can make people laugh. I'm a good friend to my friends. A good son to my parents. I passed all my subjects. I usually help people who are in need. And there's so much to be grateful about myself. You should feel that too like it's not about what they say, it's about making them feel wrong for judging you.</title><description>Whatever good they say to me, I always end up filling like a shit. Like there's something big that's so wrong about me. I don't know if it was my face, but sometimes I felt like it was really my face. There were also times I felt bad about having this body, so thin and plain. And the worst was I felt like I was no good. Everything that I did was a failure, that I am myself was a failure. I just couldn't help myself but to feel so so sooo insecure. But then I remember what my bestfriend once told to me. She said that I should always look at the brighter side and I did. I realized that even though I'm silly I can make people laugh. I'm a good friend to my friends. A good son to my parents. I passed all my subjects. I usually help people who are in need. And there's so much to be grateful about myself. You should feel that too like it's not about what they say, it's about making them feel wrong for judging you.</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50835697903</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50835697903</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 13:59:12 -0400</pubDate><category>Personal</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Feelings</category></item><item><title>I was thinking of this yesterday night when I was just lying in my bed. I was clouded by thoughts and it's still hunting me down. I was wondering about the things I haven't done yet in my life. The adventures I missed or should have done when I had the chance. The trips I forgot to enjoy. The moments I neglected and didn't seized. Maybe if I did those such things. If I didn't let myself to be out of place. If I enjoyed it well. Maybe, just maybe, I'll have so much stories to tell when I get older. So much memories to reminisce. But I guess I am not that late to do what I haven't done. I'm 18 and young and ready to roll the dice of life! : )</title><description>I was thinking of this yesterday night when I was just lying in my bed. I was clouded by thoughts and it's still hunting me down. I was wondering about the things I haven't done yet in my life. The adventures I missed or should have done when I had the chance. The trips I forgot to enjoy. The moments I neglected and didn't seized. Maybe if I did those such things. If I didn't let myself to be out of place. If I enjoyed it well. Maybe, just maybe, I'll have so much stories to tell when I get older. So much memories to reminisce. But I guess I am not that late to do what I haven't done. I'm 18 and young and ready to roll the dice of life! :)</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50830449759</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50830449759</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:49:44 -0400</pubDate><category>Personal</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Readable</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/6fa09dcf8d9efb0853860dedc3694273/tumblr_mn1zb6ixdO1qiux0mo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50827164975</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50827164975</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:04:18 -0400</pubDate><category>Selfie</category></item><item><title>I am trying to control myself. Convincing that I shouldn&amp;#8217;t give up even if I&amp;#8217;m so close...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am trying to control myself. Convincing that I shouldn&amp;#8217;t give up even if I&amp;#8217;m so close to it. I&amp;#8217;m down to my last step which is hoping. Hoping that everything will be fine. But what I realized is that, every time you hope for something to get better, things become more pandemonium. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50714558602</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50714558602</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 03:47:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you -- sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.</title><description>Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you -- sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50633511088</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50633511088</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:53:09 -0400</pubDate><category>Delirium</category></item><item><title>For once, appreciate everything that you have even the simplest thing. We never knew how long these things will last until its completely gone. Don't wait for the time that you'll going to regret what you never did before when things are still there because things won't come back just because you want it to happen again. Give hugs, smile to them. Just don't take everything for granted.</title><description>For once, appreciate everything that you have even the simplest thing. We never knew how long these things will last until its completely gone. Don't wait for the time that you'll going to regret what you never did before when things are still there because things won't come back just because you want it to happen again. Give hugs, smile to them. Just don't take everything for granted.</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50556215753</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50556215753</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 00:26:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Personal</category></item><item><title>"Do something o di ko ibibigay pera mo"&#13;</title><description>"Do something o di ko ibibigay pera mo"&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
- mom said this as I was about to lie in bed. Woah there! How could you...?! Why are you..?! Those kind of expressions popped into my head but didn't came out of my mouth. Maybe, I was just that guilty for doing absolutely nothing this day, that's why I refused to say something. So instead, I went to the kitchen and do the dishes. And now I realized that I am really not that lazy, I just need some motivations. Something like "money" I guess. :P</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50495520027</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50495520027</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 09:52:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The feeling of being in love to a person is somehow just similar to the feeling of being with your true friends : ))</title><description>The feeling of being in love to a person is somehow just similar to the feeling of being with your true friends :))</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50478505976</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50478505976</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 01:11:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Thank you guys for the unexpected notes and new followers! :)) I really appreciate it! :)</title><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50228596430</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50228596430</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 01:17:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>TTH PA?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Malibog ka naman talaga, wag mo ng idahilan yang TTH. :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50025350358</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50025350358</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 14:27:48 -0400</pubDate><category>TTH</category></item><item><title>I always wanted to see your face. How perfect it was when you&amp;#8217;re smiling. How it can lighten...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always wanted to see your face. How perfect it was when you&amp;#8217;re smiling. How it can lighten my day and my feelings as well. Every time you look at me, I&amp;#8217;m floating into the mid air. Maybe it wasn&amp;#8217;t really your face nor your beautiful smile. Maybe it was just really &lt;strong&gt;you. &lt;/strong&gt;What is beneath that skin of yours. The root of everything from you. I want to dive into your thoughts and feelings to see beauty beyond what I can see in your face. I want to be drowned by your inside perfection. I want to live there more that I want to see your face or maybe I can do both at the same time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50010010047</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/50010010047</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 09:06:35 -0400</pubDate><category>love</category><category>girl</category><category>personal</category></item><item><title>giving some fucking things to a fucking person is so fucking reasonable</title><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/49515496830</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/49515496830</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 11:13:55 -0400</pubDate><category>personal</category></item><item><title>By just looking at the cover, you can say that there’s...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/4153ea94c4ec0c1809bfe762354f1965/tumblr_mm80nzrjAE1qiux0mo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;By just looking at the cover, you can say that there’s nothing spectacular about the book but when you read what’s inside of it, you’ll going to eat what you’ve said first. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h1 class="subject"&gt;Whole is greater than the sum of its parts &lt;/h1&gt;</description><link>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/49506187895</link><guid>http://iamnosupermann.tumblr.com/post/49506187895</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 07:45:35 -0400</pubDate><category>flipped</category><category>book</category><category>worth reading</category></item></channel></rss>
