<?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-816586296459366205</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:15:59.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Time and Space</title><subtitle type='html'>Now, think again</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6926244427047732998</id><published>2011-05-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:08:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for Erica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Pavements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun rises, I close my eyes and begin to travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along a diverged path with endless sequel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, alone traveling miles to see what awaits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a walk full of hopes and dreams of these fates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sing a song as I saunter every roadless travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Counting all joyous things in my life in an aisle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life isn't that cruel, I say as I keep things intact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I cried million times in an unstable fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving little by little, reaching the every goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardships I had never bothered my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a man's life never reveals any success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If sadness or laughter never assessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun sets, I opened my eyes I see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in our lives we see something new as if twirled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never say no if you haven't took a single step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the pavement, as it where life begins until the depth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-6926244427047732998?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6926244427047732998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-erica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6926244427047732998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6926244427047732998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-erica.html' title='for Erica'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1982675203296672253</id><published>2011-04-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T21:27:41.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ever wonder why the sun sets and the stars aren't visible at daylight? Nothing last forever... I hope you know that.&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;-Mice&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/816586296459366205-1982675203296672253?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1982675203296672253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/ever-wonder-why-sun-sets-and-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1982675203296672253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1982675203296672253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/ever-wonder-why-sun-sets-and-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6202703250342242975</id><published>2011-04-27T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:28:26.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon and Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I watched the stars, I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I kissed away, I missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Keep me safe as I fly alone...&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;-Mice&lt;/span&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/816586296459366205-6202703250342242975?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6202703250342242975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/moon-and-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6202703250342242975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6202703250342242975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/moon-and-stars.html' title='Moon and Stars'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-8299279743114561376</id><published>2011-04-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:24:28.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Winged Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;...and then you came along with your wings shattered, melodies unfinished just for me. You fly with my heart on your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;-Mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/816586296459366205-8299279743114561376?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/8299279743114561376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/iron-winged-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8299279743114561376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8299279743114561376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/iron-winged-angel.html' title='Iron Winged Angel'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-3206783235020600278</id><published>2011-04-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:06:35.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I travelled along the streets for the stars&lt;br /&gt;With the darkness of the night alone I walk&lt;br /&gt;Seeing nobody but my shadow behind crossbars&lt;br /&gt;And the pavements I dreamt before, never did I blocked.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the wind, I wouldn't mind if I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the sound of the night as my heart shrinks&lt;br /&gt;Would I ever cry as I saunter along this gamble?&lt;br /&gt;Would I ever smile if I think of you even if it's jinxed?&lt;br /&gt;Now the coast is clear, all I see is blackness of the night&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know that I'd be here anyway&lt;br /&gt;For I walked away without you knowing with all my fright...&lt;br /&gt;Because there's this agony on this roadless travel, I ran away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-3206783235020600278?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/3206783235020600278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/roadless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3206783235020600278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3206783235020600278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/roadless.html' title='Roadless'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1982566293278679467</id><published>2011-04-27T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T05:31:40.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Release. Delete.</title><content type='html'>I'll travel the sky to reach the moon so I can dance there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1982566293278679467?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1982566293278679467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/release-delete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1982566293278679467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1982566293278679467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/release-delete.html' title='Release. Delete.'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1581213972003400528</id><published>2011-04-24T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:44:01.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGLISH: Three Words; Three Syllables</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To TROI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We sing rhymes and hear chimes&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of flying while I see those mimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sauntered, I captured your breath&lt;br /&gt;I lingered into your soul's unending depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the days and nights I saw your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In every single blink of those fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you as if I'd fly with the birds,&lt;br /&gt;Believing to be with you in different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sing a single song of no rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Until I'll hold your hand even if in the mistimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me something I haven't felt for a long time&lt;br /&gt;And I know, somehow this isn't for lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes shut, I'll show you my wings&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU... this is how my heart sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1581213972003400528?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1581213972003400528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/english-three-words-three-syllables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1581213972003400528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1581213972003400528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/english-three-words-three-syllables.html' title='ENGLISH: Three Words; Three Syllables'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-4713937409536566779</id><published>2011-04-19T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:54:13.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So I flow with the wind on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you  flock your wings so wide&lt;br /&gt;Never I wanted to see you in a downfall&lt;br /&gt;Nor to see you shed tears like a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played your music with your voice so calm,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering through the day while we hold your palm.&lt;br /&gt;A single song you seemed to hear every night,&lt;br /&gt;Until the break of dawn of another's flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes that remembered our shattered soul&lt;br /&gt;You kept us showing the wonderful world's parole.&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know how fast the time goes,&lt;br /&gt;Now we see you with your wings and airflows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a world where heaven is clear,&lt;br /&gt;The voice that I've known is now austere!&lt;br /&gt;Oh the heart so weak I cannot hold!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing an iron heart for you to stand strong as you have told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-4713937409536566779?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/4713937409536566779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/iron-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4713937409536566779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4713937409536566779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/iron-heart.html' title='Iron Heart'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-9052568247351864259</id><published>2011-04-19T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:37:54.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to see how life goes.</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between reality and fantasy?  Words flipping into my head and somehow, i don't want it to linger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to make sense when talking about fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy is like a drawing an image or perhaps playing an image in photoshop. What I mean is, you can redo and undo it. It's up to you, you can control fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how our life moves, so painful, so unfair and we can never undo or redo it. This is reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-9052568247351864259?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/9052568247351864259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-to-see-how-life-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/9052568247351864259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/9052568247351864259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-to-see-how-life-goes.html' title='Just to see how life goes.'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-3974469371849730028</id><published>2011-04-12T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T06:34:30.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Igniting a single fire</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we need to face the truth. Let's face the fact that the truth hurts and yeah...really it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;Now, face the truth that the world is slowly dying. Look around you, feel the sun burning your skin little by little... hear the earthquakes and thunders that resonates throughout the ocean... feel the wind's abrupt swift, so dark, so sad...so humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is giving up, and believe it or not we'll all die...soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-3974469371849730028?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/3974469371849730028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/igniting-single-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3974469371849730028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3974469371849730028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/igniting-single-fire.html' title='Igniting a single fire'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-4850175061170523225</id><published>2011-04-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T07:08:43.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANE MISA COSPLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa371/toomiceyy/198561_1314659121912_1693731864_552397_7155826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa371/toomiceyy/198561_1314659121912_1693731864_552397_7155826_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH NOTE FANATIC MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I KNOW RIGHT. I'M MISA .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-4850175061170523225?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/4850175061170523225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/amane-misa-cosplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4850175061170523225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4850175061170523225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/amane-misa-cosplay.html' title='AMANE MISA COSPLAY'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-5858626566225857453</id><published>2011-04-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:24:50.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW ABOUT THINKING FOR THE OTHERS?</title><content type='html'>I'M HUNGRY. I WANT TO EAT MY BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, you have a happy family...with all the considerations with your extra curricular activities with your friends, consideration in school activities, gadgets, tv, books, clothes and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;They provide the needs but you see, gambling is number one here. Poker, Jueteng, bla bla bla bla...and then the time will come, you ask for your dinner and they won't even give a damn because they are busy gambling! AND PLUS THE FACT THAT THEY WILL GIVE YOU NOTHING BECAUSE THE MONEY WAS SPENT TO BE GAMBLED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-5858626566225857453?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/5858626566225857453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-about-thinking-for-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5858626566225857453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5858626566225857453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-about-thinking-for-others.html' title='HOW ABOUT THINKING FOR THE OTHERS?'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-563530936583503302</id><published>2011-04-02T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:20:53.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012: It would be okay for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If the "2012-end-of-the-world" will really happen, it would not be a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I will never think about going to college;&lt;br /&gt;My mom will never go to London to make money for our tuition;&lt;br /&gt;We will never think about paying bills (water bill, internet, cable, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer crave for Mcdonald's fries; and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. What if it will really happen? Don't be afraid because we will all vanish together...&lt;br /&gt;Hunger will no longer exist. Crime. Scandal. Evil. Gambling. Cockroaches. Rats. Reality shows. Competition and Justin Bieber will no longer dominate us. We will all disappear...together and rest our breaths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-563530936583503302?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/563530936583503302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/2012-it-would-be-okay-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/563530936583503302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/563530936583503302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/2012-it-would-be-okay-for-me.html' title='2012: It would be okay for me'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1956924678885570511</id><published>2011-04-02T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:12:26.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll all gonna die somehow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heard about the frightful earthquakes happening all over the globe? The disasters happening in some parts of the earth? Can you feel that the world is getting hotter and hotter everyday? Can you notice that there's something weird and irrevocable happening around us?... we are so close, so close to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, the 2012 thingy is real. The end of the world---that we will all die, that Jesus Christ will come to earth and save us again but you see, whatever it is, or it may be true or not, somehow we will all gonna die. Believe me when I say it. For there is no forever...nothing last forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, the earthquakes are happening like a domino effect. The natural phenomena's are becoming so odd, just for example, here in the Philippines, we are now experiencing a COLD SUMMER. Huh. Good news for some, but HELLO! this ain't normal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's fault is it anyway? of course us, human beings. We are too liberated, self-centered, selfish and whatsoever that we always want something best for ourselves! We don't even think for the others. Economy is getting worse every year... the rich people are getting richer and the poor? they are dying. Perhaps, the 2012 might be a good thing to happen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1956924678885570511?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1956924678885570511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-all-gonna-die-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1956924678885570511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1956924678885570511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-all-gonna-die-somehow.html' title='We&apos;ll all gonna die somehow'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-5648057751279671531</id><published>2011-03-29T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T06:38:28.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Head Spinning</title><content type='html'>Everyday, I do the same routine over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Since my second semester in first year college was over, there began my oh-so-boring life. I'm back in my own house with the twenty-four hour internet connection, television, real food and yeah... i won't do my laundry again.  With this kind of life, well I cannot deny that it is really cool but now, i feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away from home for ten months. I lived alone in a house with strangers. I learned how to clean my own room. To wash dishes. To do my laundry. To bla bla bla bla.... &lt;br /&gt;Too bad, my Mom told me I should go back home because my health is on risk. Oh well.. i felt happy but somehow, I realized being away from home will help me to...ugh, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am doing nothing. I feel so dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-5648057751279671531?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/5648057751279671531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/keep-your-head-spinning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5648057751279671531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5648057751279671531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/keep-your-head-spinning.html' title='Keep Your Head Spinning'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-7429328165570283001</id><published>2011-03-10T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T03:32:19.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Defying Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I never asked something in return. I told you my words not because I wanted you to be like me… I told you those words because I don’t want to be stupid, I don’t want to hide it from you every time you are near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Professionals told me time is infinite. There are so many clichés and wisdoms about time…that time is endless, time is a treasure and so on.&lt;br /&gt; So, if time is infinite, how come some students and workers are being scolded being late? If time is infinite, why do they have to establish a law regarding curfew hours? If time is infinite, why parents give us the limitation to goof around with our friend? If time is infinite, why do the actors and actresses in the movie always say “we don’t have much time”? Even if this is absurd matter, soon, you’ll realize. &lt;br /&gt; Why do they still use the phrase “take your time” if we always end up burdened with rude words or negative consequences when do not meet the time? If time is gold, why is that many are suffering from poverty?  Why do they invent such words, phrases, clichés, analogies, metaphors or whatsoever if they are contradicting it with their actions? You see, it’s nice to have those “time concepts” in connection to our daily lives, but I just realized, time isn’t infinite. Time is just an imagination. Time is represented in numbers. Time does not exist…we were motivated that time runs in our lives. TIME IS A FANTASY.&lt;br /&gt; Yes we have morning, afternoon and evening. We have the sun, the moon and the stars. We have day and night…and my point is, our body is designed to perform its different functions. Get that? If you’re hungry, you eat. If you want to sleep, you sleep. If you want to do anything, you do that “anything” of yours. Do we really need to know the time? Say,  8 in the morning, you must eat. What if you are not hungry or either way? Would you still force yourself to eat, or would you still wait until the clock strikes at 8? I mean, hey, is it really necessary?  Time is infinite. Take your time. Time is gold. Then, we end up facing terrible consequences because WE DID NOT MEET THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life is unfair. Life is absurd. This life we have is what you call a fairy tale… and the ending? No one knows yet. Let’s wait for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-7429328165570283001?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/7429328165570283001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/defying-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7429328165570283001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7429328165570283001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/defying-time.html' title='Defying TIME'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2768033383718562817</id><published>2011-03-08T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:23:38.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanoseconds</title><content type='html'>I held my breath. I was thinking of it since the day I left from home. Been thinking of it 24/7 and it just suck because I knew that you... you're just one of the few stupid worthless things in the planet. Then, without any knowing... no assumptions or whatsoever, you came. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2768033383718562817?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2768033383718562817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/nanoseconds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2768033383718562817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2768033383718562817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/nanoseconds.html' title='Nanoseconds'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-7940090124471997248</id><published>2011-03-06T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T05:06:31.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If L was Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYH9cUjaw94/TXOGze54pLI/AAAAAAAAAII/SiAmgR0O-tQ/s1600/aldrin%2Bshrroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYH9cUjaw94/TXOGze54pLI/AAAAAAAAAII/SiAmgR0O-tQ/s320/aldrin%2Bshrroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580952582269478066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If L was Gay inspiration: ALDRIN SHROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF L WAS GAY, HE’LL CHANGE THE WORLD TO ITS HIGHEST POSSIBLE FORM&lt;br /&gt; What if there are no lies?  What if hate doesn’t exist? What if we don’t know feigning?  Then the meaning of truth, happiness, love and honesty will be meaningless for us. But my point here is that…what if people will realize that being able to express what you feel, what you know right is not showing some superiority or perhaps inferiority? Then, there will be no more headaches. &lt;br /&gt; Majority of the people I know told me I am weird. I got that. I am really weird. Why? Many reasons, maybe for you its normal and for them it’s not normal but that’s not it either…I am just me. If seeing the world as a big pot hole makes me weird enough, I won’t mind… I have my own perspective in my life and so with you…right? Some people just don’t get it because I know, they are afraid to tell the world who they are. &lt;br /&gt; So here’s the thing. Here’s the thing I wanted to put here. If you know the anime manga series Death Note, you’ll follow this right away if not….err just read it. Anyway this will make sense to you and the rest of the world. Now, what if L Lawliet was gay? A friend of mine gave me an idea to create this one…he resembles my perception about life. I mean, he too, perceives the world differently as I do. Nevertheless, his life is dramatic because I saw the stiff zigzag roads he traveled when he told me the truth behind his odd words of life. Are you still following? I hope so. He sees the world in a way I can also see it in reality. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it that today, many people tries to manipulate others conscientiously or not? Why bother to offer an ear to share heartaches when some out there wouldn’t really get your point?...and sadly, they’ll judge you in the end. Why do we need to pretend that we are someone that we’re not, when in fact we can do whatever we want in this world? Because we are afraid to be hated…to be a laughing material and to be avoided…maybe, but why? Can they not just accept the fact? Or who am I to be speaking like this… I’m a human. I have thoughts just like you but, this is mine. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, let’s see. If L was gay, what would happen?  What would happen to the world? Aldrin said, the world would be a bed of flowers (literary). That would be nice, right? So, if we all die, we will die in a flowery land. &lt;br /&gt;If L was gay, what would happen to the Philippines? Aldrin said, the national costume would be bikinis. The carabao would be no longer the national animal…(actually, I forgot what he told me, so I wrote it that way.) &lt;br /&gt;If L was gay then he’ll change the world to something we don’t see every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-7940090124471997248?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/7940090124471997248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-l-was-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7940090124471997248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7940090124471997248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-l-was-gay.html' title='If L was Gay'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYH9cUjaw94/TXOGze54pLI/AAAAAAAAAII/SiAmgR0O-tQ/s72-c/aldrin%2Bshrroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-8512445193096136635</id><published>2011-03-04T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T05:58:34.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINITE</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter how fast or slow the momentum is...&lt;br /&gt;I do not care if the law of motion will be defied. I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I am beginning to state words that makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I need no effort.&lt;br /&gt;I need no much attention but of course, i don't want to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;Like counting the stars under a morning light... absurd but you can if you believe that you can.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I am seeing the world like i never existed here before. &lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling...for the fact that I barely do it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...it's flitting but what? are there laws? did I violate anything? If so, tell me... I won't hinder.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why. Someday, you'll know. &lt;br /&gt;Someday, you'll be able to describe the taste of water.&lt;br /&gt;In anyways, you'll understand me, if the feelings will be mutual. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end like an epic failure of the year...&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-8512445193096136635?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/8512445193096136635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/definite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8512445193096136635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8512445193096136635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/definite.html' title='DEFINITE'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6745989706690537274</id><published>2011-03-04T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T05:57:36.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah..I can move on</title><content type='html'>because i fall two good legs. functioning.. flawless and yes... i can walk. and move forward. no reason to lament over and over. no reason to be stuck in one place when pure lies exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-6745989706690537274?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6745989706690537274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/yeahi-can-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6745989706690537274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6745989706690537274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/03/yeahi-can-move-on.html' title='Yeah..I can move on'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1897123463783527507</id><published>2011-02-25T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:08:39.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=192945500726615&amp;oid=188310754519295&amp;comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University Of The Philippines Baguio&lt;br /&gt;Film Festival Presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMAHI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ugly truth... find me there. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1897123463783527507?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1897123463783527507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/university-of-philippines-baguio-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1897123463783527507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1897123463783527507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/university-of-philippines-baguio-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-670970982512685671</id><published>2011-02-22T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T04:53:33.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Expression</title><content type='html'>For all the concern citizens in this country...or in this world perhaps... are you aware of the so-called "FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION"? If no...let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is your power to express what you feel towards a person... or perhaps in the whole world, but in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-670970982512685671?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/670970982512685671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/freedom-of-expression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/670970982512685671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/670970982512685671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/freedom-of-expression.html' title='Freedom of Expression'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2605742451907097726</id><published>2011-02-22T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:20:53.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about that stuff</title><content type='html'>This year, is a total headache! &lt;br /&gt;How i wish I could share this stressful pain with you so you can lament with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2605742451907097726?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2605742451907097726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/talk-about-that-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2605742451907097726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2605742451907097726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/talk-about-that-stuff.html' title='Talk about that stuff'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-7037420991701547184</id><published>2011-02-22T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:11:15.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am hungry</title><content type='html'>What if i kill you right now, would you tell me how would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;you know, it takes time to think of a plan. yeah. perhaps, i am being nonsense again. sorry... i am quite preoccupied lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-7037420991701547184?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/7037420991701547184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7037420991701547184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7037420991701547184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-hungry.html' title='I am hungry'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-55001779606168401</id><published>2011-02-20T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T05:11:59.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're more like an Ocean to me</title><content type='html'>Before, i thought you were like the stars above the sky... seeing me wherever I go. But no... i thought you were like the river that is flowing endlessly on this earth no matter how far you go and that I'm drowning but i am keeping myself alive just to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i realized that your not the river... not even the pond...not even the sun or the moon just because you're light?( If you know what I mean.) Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;on this earth you fill up everything that is possible. &lt;br /&gt;with your waves...swinging back and forth every minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though how long you will touch my soul again,&lt;br /&gt;i know you will come back...&lt;br /&gt;i know...somehow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-55001779606168401?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/55001779606168401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-more-like-ocean-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/55001779606168401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/55001779606168401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-more-like-ocean-to-me.html' title='You&apos;re more like an Ocean to me'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2153857897036881258</id><published>2011-02-19T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:35:05.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have all the time to see the world</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I never thought of having a good future after college. I never pictured myself having my own family ( you know, husband and kids..ughh ). Maybe somehow, i am much focused on my education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am at studying away from home...and now, we've decided that i must go back to the place where I started everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth it having college, with all the high grades and everything if you're not happy about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... this isn't for me. I'm going back.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2153857897036881258?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2153857897036881258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-have-all-time-to-see-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2153857897036881258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2153857897036881258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-have-all-time-to-see-world.html' title='We have all the time to see the world'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-3597204460166760700</id><published>2011-01-25T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:09:01.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't ask</title><content type='html'>I assumed for thousand times... i don't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know if you... yes you... feel the same way I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;If the feelings are mutual...let me know, for i will never forfeit this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. I don't believe into those theories that are being published and scribbled in this world. &lt;br /&gt;I believe in my own beliefs. It just happen. It just happen. It just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do now makes sense. I know for the fact that I am liking you everyday and yeah... i like you. I wanted you to know but I wont tell you. Somehow, I'm hoping i could but I don't want to hear your voice...your answer. I'm assuming again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh... I hope you'll read this. And I hope you know it's you I like..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-3597204460166760700?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/3597204460166760700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wouldnt-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3597204460166760700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3597204460166760700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wouldnt-ask.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t ask'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-9136256808604368431</id><published>2011-01-23T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:00:30.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's normal for you</title><content type='html'>I've been blank for almost seven months. I wasn't in to boys before but there's some unreasonable reasons why I have written so many "MUST BE" to a boy that I will adore. You know what I mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the fact that I was infatuated to three boys in a month and ended up being so blank and acted like I never knew them in the first place. It was like a flash of a digital camera and the captured photo is blurry and almost like filled with orbs. Well, maybe they're not for me... or somehow, I just forced my ego to like them in a way I wouldn't deny that I am that blank , having a very boring teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, it doesn't matter anyway. I was happy being blank yeah, somehow it's sad because there is this feeling of being so alone and it feels like I don't exist. Just consider that I have the Narcissus Complex Syndrome. Okay, get the idea. Then, I just decided to just wait until my heart will start to beat in a very weird manner where I cannot sleep, cannot eat, cannot think except of course the name of the person that will eventually reason for this matter. Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it happened. The moment that I've been waiting for the past weeks. Well, it feels weird. My blood rushing through my veins, my heart pounding so fast that I cannot even hear my voice and my eyes glimmering against the moon on that very cold evening. I know, inside me this ain't just a typical story. The feeling of the ultimate and unavoidable emotion struck me and I cannot even think straight.I've been thinking if I should or shouldn't tell you about this... but I am afraid you might start to think that its to flitting or whatsoever that could be possible reason of rejection...wait scratch that, avoiding is the right term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not bad liking you. There are no laws created or stated that it is unlawful, unethical, or perhaps nonsense to like somebody. Arghh. There are millions of butterflies in my stomach and this blog is contradicting now. I feel weird. I think i am yeah, undeniably, irrevocably in love to the person I consider the spirit of the awesome anime fan of mine. Err. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanted to tell you but I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid, but i just cannot tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a coward, but i cannot tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Well...hoping that our feelings will be mutual. Yeah, I am assuming again.&lt;br /&gt;COME WHAT MAY what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I am officially in love.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, anyone? You know him? You better know him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-9136256808604368431?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/9136256808604368431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/01/maybe-its-normal-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/9136256808604368431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/9136256808604368431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/01/maybe-its-normal-for-you.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s normal for you'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6755183450716182720</id><published>2011-01-13T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T02:54:31.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beni[g]ht[e]d, I withsta[n]d for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/TS7Zc1k8S_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/stxoz8h1xZM/s1600/benighted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/TS7Zc1k8S_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/stxoz8h1xZM/s320/benighted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561621679290731506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope, you can feel the every word I've scribbled.&lt;br /&gt;This is for you.&lt;br /&gt;Try to decipher the red ink. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-6755183450716182720?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6755183450716182720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/01/benighted-i-withstand-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6755183450716182720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6755183450716182720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2011/01/benighted-i-withstand-for-you.html' title='beni[g]ht[e]d, I withsta[n]d for you'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/TS7Zc1k8S_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/stxoz8h1xZM/s72-c/benighted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-5019753301976380791</id><published>2010-12-31T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T06:16:52.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SANDY</title><content type='html'>What was the last thing you've done this year?&lt;br /&gt;What I mean, the thing, you've done to make yourself a little more like into fun in its highest possible form.&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, you decided to be dead drunk and vomit all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,  eating a bunch of curly tops like you ended up spending your 500 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that you wont forget at the last minute of the year. I don't literally mean you do the super last thing at 11:59 of December 31st. Are you nuts? ..or maybe, but something cool...way cooler than having free ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I made my last-thing-i-would-do-this-year was spectacular..&lt;br /&gt;December 30th, I spent 6 hours sitting, mocking (not really), laughing, smoking(i'm joking), drinking, singing, eating, laughing, drinking, laughing, drinking and drinking at Gastronomy bar with my friends. Even though we're now in college we can still hang out just like before, but this thing is more mature and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31st at around 2 in the morning. After having some drinking stuffs at the bar, we decided to go Mcdonald's. Some were craving for ice cream, spaghetti, coffee, burger and what the heck...fries. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and bla bla bla bla...we headed home, but wait, that's not the end. We had a sleepover... in our house. To cut this short, I know you're bored. ME TOO. I understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3 pm, we went to La Paz San Dunes. Yeah. Courtesy of Euge Tan, we had the coolest, funniest, craziest, sandiest sand boarding evahhh.&lt;br /&gt;But you see, the best part of the sand boarding is that when you are you are to reach the end, then you stumble, roll over, burdened and eat sand all over you(literally) ! I mean, you cannot feel thrill when you actually miss that. Right. Instead of wanting more...to have a slide on the sand, no... you want more to have some sand on your face, on your underwear and hell.. everything. Mess. Mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed much. Well, that was an adventure. SPECTACULAR thing to end up my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have photos. Camera/s were/was dead, left behind, died...errr.&gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I am eating sand. Is this poverty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-5019753301976380791?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/5019753301976380791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-sandy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5019753301976380791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5019753301976380791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-sandy.html' title='OH SANDY'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-8342756801738658210</id><published>2010-12-29T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:33:38.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Act. Think. Learn.</title><content type='html'>How long you've been here?&lt;br /&gt;So, how's everything? Ever heard of the word "demure"? Sorry. I don't mock.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's make something nice. Try to open your coco shell before raging like a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See things in reverse when you feel it's negative. Okay, I mean make it positive.&lt;br /&gt;Try to stop for a little bit and don't start concluding.&lt;br /&gt;How long you've been here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better see my political science teacher or my philosophy teacher if you don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;The mere fact that it is obvious... Okay, go ahead. Let the fire out! but, don't let anybody burn. It's scary. &lt;br /&gt;or if you want to be in jail.. okay. so be it.&lt;br /&gt;How long you've been here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make this one clear. Hey, put this in your head. You are confused about this. Good.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see. If you see some crap and you know its you... or something provocative about you or not you,&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE FREE TO evolve! Okay, be a dragon! GO! but think again, is it specifically you? or him? or her? or it?&lt;br /&gt;NO? then do not make a mess... or do not make any barbaric child's play that makes you feel like holiness and whatsoever. If, I throw intentionally a bottle towards you, throw it back to me. But if I throw it beside you, near you... it doesn't directly mean it's for you? Wait...I am going to far.&lt;br /&gt;How long you've been here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act your age.&lt;br /&gt;Think twice.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to analyze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-8342756801738658210?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/8342756801738658210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/act-think-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8342756801738658210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8342756801738658210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/act-think-learn.html' title='Act. Think. Learn.'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-4661175330595969199</id><published>2010-12-29T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:13:42.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shinigami Mice</title><content type='html'>I OWN A DEATH NOTE.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL WRITE YOUR NAME IF I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;NO, NOT HEART ATTACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {�arent.desen�ctBloggerIn�geGracefuln�();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa371/toomiceyy/P5230034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa371/toomiceyy/P5230034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MAKE IT CLEAN AND PAINLESS AS POSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, I WILL. DON'T MESS WITH THE SHINIGAMI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-4661175330595969199?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/4661175330595969199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/shinigami-mice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4661175330595969199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4661175330595969199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/shinigami-mice.html' title='Shinigami Mice'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-776736129529775998</id><published>2010-12-29T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:02:52.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wht about a Shinigami?</title><content type='html'>&lt;aqonblur="tryq{parent.deseluctBloggerImageGuacefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f245/doom_shard/death-note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f245/doom_shard/death-note.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't know about the DEATH NOTE? If you don't you better browse the net.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen tis when I was in third year High School. &lt;br /&gt;There are 37 episodes. Manga. Original.&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 episodes made me feel like i want more...&lt;br /&gt;The first night I've watched Death note, i reached until episode 17. It was hell addictive.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until 3 in the morning. Didn't think that I will have my long quiz in 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this thing made me in to anime.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Kira. with L.&lt;br /&gt;Got obsessed in to Shinigami's.&lt;br /&gt;Named myself as Misa.&lt;br /&gt;Found my KIRA...who happened to be my super friend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. this is nothing again.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, watch death note. It's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-776736129529775998?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/776736129529775998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/wht-about-shinigami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/776736129529775998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/776736129529775998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/wht-about-shinigami.html' title='Wht about a Shinigami?'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6995191951709431181</id><published>2010-12-29T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:46:33.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a matter of thinking</title><content type='html'>I was trying to comprehend every word. I tried to rephrase it in my thoughts. I tried to write it on my paper. Still, I cannot get what the infidel in front tries to tell us. Why? Maybe I am focusing too much on his face? Or maybe the way he pronounce words? Or the jokes he tries to joke...?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They say, that's not the problem. Do just listen or just read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I am saying?&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple thing. Understand. Absorb. Analyze. How?  Think, pretend and act that you know the topic. I tell you, it will work. No matter how awful the pronunciation, the face or whatsoever... just think, that you know it, and listen. you'll understand it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Try this. When I say, The last Horcrux is me. I am the eighth one. Some will laugh maybe, or some will be confused. Well, if you will pretend that you know this, you'll browse for it. Poof, you know what I am talking about you see? Right. I hope you're getting my point.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, my blogspot is crashed. I don't know why. They are making some awful changes. Arghh. And this will be the most decent-non-romantic-thing that will be post there. *laughs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had a dream, being so provocative to my teacher in my non so favorite subject.&lt;br /&gt;Human rights. Preamble. Article bla-bla.  Acts of bla-bla-bla. (I hope you have an idea now)&lt;br /&gt;What again? I said, I don't own my T.V and I don't practice reading newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Internet? I only do Facebook, Blogging and Gmail. I don't care about typing the news site. Come what may. Got it? I have my book and I think it is enough as my source of learning your subject.  Sorry. I am on the verge of typing your name but it will be too much of me...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Again, let's go back. If you think you cannot understand the whole thing... if you think this is nonsense.. if you think this is a crap... well, it's because YOU ARE THINKING THAT THIS IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;try to reformat your brain. THINK, PRETEND, ACT and FEEL that this whole thing is amazing and worth reading. That you can understand every sentence that covered this page. Okay? Now try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-6995191951709431181?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6995191951709431181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-matter-of-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6995191951709431181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6995191951709431181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-matter-of-thinking.html' title='It&apos;s a matter of thinking'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6010887651806093420</id><published>2010-12-27T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:53:38.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa371/toomiceyy/blogspot-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa371/toomiceyy/blogspot-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I do.&lt;br /&gt;I edit something. I get bored. I am not that good in editing and manipulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is something to do with what i feel today.&lt;br /&gt;it's something mysterious...&lt;br /&gt;inside me there's this enigma that i cannot foretell...&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday i will know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-6010887651806093420?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6010887651806093420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/vain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6010887651806093420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6010887651806093420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/vain.html' title='Vain'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-5332693767097652500</id><published>2010-12-27T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:41:28.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa371/toomiceyy/blogspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; mzrgin:0px auto 10px; text-alngn:center;csrsor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 101px;" src="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa371/toomiceyy/blogspot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And the world wouldn't revolve without you around me..&lt;br /&gt;even though I am transparent, it doesn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;as long as you'll know how things work within my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-5332693767097652500?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/5332693767097652500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/breathless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5332693767097652500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5332693767097652500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/breathless.html' title='Breathless...'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-3129921056503363092</id><published>2010-12-27T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T06:18:37.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are more things to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's been awhile since I got here. I missed this place...well, there's no place like home they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only nine days to spend my vacation then boo-hoo, I'm gonna go back to the cold-dreary-so-far-away-from-home place and yeah, i am expecting homesickness this time. Well, gonna deal with it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty odd of me today. Last vacations I had, I almost spent it all with my friends...now, I'm isolating myself inside the house. Awake in the evening until dawn and there, sleeping until I wake up.. is there something wrong? Maybe. Add the fact that I don't eat my meals since I got here. Seriously, like I wake up 12 noon then that's it. I go straight to the computer and do this things...until i cannot feel any hunger. &gt;.&lt; Well, i'm not hungry. My sister told me I'm good as a skeleton buried six feet below the soil. Am i? I don't think so. I feel fat...still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-3129921056503363092?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/3129921056503363092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-more-things-to-ponder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3129921056503363092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3129921056503363092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-more-things-to-ponder.html' title='There are more things to ponder'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-225114256961432411</id><published>2010-12-25T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T05:56:39.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored. So?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was bored. Merry Christmas anyways. &lt;br /&gt;Here, after having our gifts and after filling our stomach with so many food, of course i opened my notebook and started blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my time, browsing the internet. making some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;then, all of a sudden, i was thinking of him again. well... that's just normal. or beyond? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i got so bored and then an email was sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;it was from tagged.com another thingy like facebook.&lt;br /&gt;so, i opened my account on tagged... saw him again.&lt;br /&gt;i got bored, so i searched his friend's list..&lt;br /&gt;i found bunches of cute guys. haha. most of them are from germany and australia.&lt;br /&gt;so, guess what i did... yeah, i added them up. all of the cute guys. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;wew. lesseeee what will happen. I just wish they are not like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-225114256961432411?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/225114256961432411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/bored-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/225114256961432411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/225114256961432411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/bored-so.html' title='Bored. So?'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-7536133764309371183</id><published>2010-12-23T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:01:34.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich Liebe Dich</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, this is the 5th time i'll put this on text.&lt;br /&gt;hoping it will not be spoiled...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, yesterday was a freakshow. messed up on the connection.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many html errors on my blog and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this time i love you with all my feelings that i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but there's something wrong about it.&lt;br /&gt;remember, we were once lovers? but whether we like it or not,&lt;br /&gt;it is one of our child plays. we are naive. we are naive...indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not interfere please. just read it. i don't care if you give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you see, our closeness met it's vantage point.&lt;br /&gt;we are in the stage of entering the straight line of fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i am knowing you inch by inch and the stupid part is that,&lt;br /&gt;i am falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;it is just normal if i care for you, if i think of you...&lt;br /&gt;but it is not normal, if every second, every minute, every breath i think of you and i never hesitate to look into your picture.&lt;br /&gt;add the reality of having these gadgets wherein i can put your beautiful face in display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i am worried. i think i need to have you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i wanna change you.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make you someone who deserves to be someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see... i don't need to post this if it's not bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll read this thing.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;i hope...&lt;br /&gt;i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-7536133764309371183?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/7536133764309371183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/schatzchen-ich-liebe-dich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7536133764309371183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7536133764309371183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/schatzchen-ich-liebe-dich.html' title='Ich Liebe Dich'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-789317180272545804</id><published>2010-12-18T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:22:27.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll realize it when its over</title><content type='html'>I know it's odd.&lt;br /&gt;We've spent time together.&lt;br /&gt;We've been in a mutual scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;br /&gt;Me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what's funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am regretting the fact that I broke up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Since that day, your world turned so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;You and me, friends like the powerpuff girls!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you with HIM is breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And to the fact that you melt me every time you come near me. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. For some reasons, I wish I can have you again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-789317180272545804?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/789317180272545804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/youll-realize-it-when-its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/789317180272545804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/789317180272545804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/youll-realize-it-when-its-over.html' title='You&apos;ll realize it when its over'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-4565592075423885174</id><published>2010-12-15T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:29:51.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am the God of my soul. I am the captain of my destiny. I am the ruler of my will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sail my own boat no matter how far or how dangerous my travel will be. I wouldn't ask for any help. I want to learn things from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know what is happening in this world. I don't have an idiot box. I don't practice buying newspapers. I am completely lost. But somehow, it's a good thing because without those, the negative thoughts are decreasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, in all of the news being broadcast everyday, what news dominates? The bad news. According to THE SECRET, bad news are always noticed because people are centered to those. Well, how I wish everybody could read that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-4565592075423885174?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/4565592075423885174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-and-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4565592075423885174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4565592075423885174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-and-space.html' title='Time and Space'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-9072931355383082197</id><published>2010-12-12T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:54:01.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pensive Memento</title><content type='html'>Trapped within a fear that kept me alive,&lt;br /&gt;An excruciating sequel of demented lie.&lt;br /&gt;For the past miseries of the thousand tears,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe slowly, endured pains and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a faithful soul share to you,&lt;br /&gt;Little by little you blinded a hope you knew.&lt;br /&gt;Rested one melody created with serenity&lt;br /&gt;Though I know the truth, I've feign upon your entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this misty world I stood ever so fragile&lt;br /&gt;You came along, you never glance even just for a .&lt;br /&gt;The heartstrings that never deceived yours,&lt;br /&gt;All you've pledge are the song of false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake with my heart punched,&lt;br /&gt;Clenching the unfathomable lies and your trance.&lt;br /&gt;Still you linger deep down to my soul&lt;br /&gt;As if you never broke my genuine goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-9072931355383082197?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/9072931355383082197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensive-memento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/9072931355383082197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/9072931355383082197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensive-memento.html' title='A Pensive Memento'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1635522681241991412</id><published>2010-12-12T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:47:37.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having the guts</title><content type='html'>I do not know how to fly things. I am not aware if it is possible or impossible. For the fact that, why did someone invent the word magic if it doesn't really exist. Again, I can't think of any straight reason blogging about anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have something decent and general facts here.&lt;br /&gt;I want to share something worth living for, worth reading for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am not much of the technical type.&lt;br /&gt;I am more of a powerpuff girl.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something, yesterday I found the reason why I never regret living here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I WAS BORN TO BE THE BEST THAT I CAN BE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1635522681241991412?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1635522681241991412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/having-guts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1635522681241991412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1635522681241991412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/having-guts.html' title='Having the guts'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-8172077604583094929</id><published>2010-12-10T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T02:26:25.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not it after all</title><content type='html'>Probably I was just flattered or rather unconscious that it ended up being regretful again. It was flitting. I don't know. I can't feel a spark. Maybe it's just nothing. Deceiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just being random again. I dunno. I feel odd. It's like I am having multiple personality disorder. Hey, I am making a big contradiction here. haha. don't mind this. Yeah, it's nothing. I am not in love. I am just flattered. Oh well, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-8172077604583094929?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/8172077604583094929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-not-it-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8172077604583094929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8172077604583094929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-not-it-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s not it after all'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-5828890938583811095</id><published>2010-12-10T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T02:08:35.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it from me</title><content type='html'>It's something about life and death. I'm rationalizing. I'm calculating. I'm concluding. I'm loosing hope. I'm loosing grip. I'm failing. I can feel the sorrow of the universe...or am I just being paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my sister borrowed a book. I read it. Yes, it's something magical, better then Harry Potter. It's all about life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I am feeling so miserable and loosing some of my sanity. It is because, I kept thinking of those negative thoughts that's making my whole life negative. Get it? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start today, as you will read this, No matter how hard, how crap, how bad, how ugly, how miserable, or how unholy your life is do not let it cover you! Think of the things you want to have, have happy thoughts. Say that you are rich and you are lucky and happy in your life! Run this in your life and it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid to try new things. Even if we commit mistakes it's okay. We learn from them. Lessen the undeniable fact of thinking so much of the negative thoughts, if those evade you. listen to the music that you like most, think of the person you love and there you'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk. Have mistakes. except for those that will destroy you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-5828890938583811095?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/5828890938583811095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-it-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5828890938583811095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/5828890938583811095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-it-from-me.html' title='Take it from me'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2423752997549064613</id><published>2010-12-08T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:46:20.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Your Story</title><content type='html'>stormy days and dreary nights&lt;br /&gt;you came form the heaven's fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely soul and painful touch&lt;br /&gt;i reached above the excruciating match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inevitable love and faithful vows&lt;br /&gt;we conquered the wrath of the sinful howls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2423752997549064613?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2423752997549064613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/tell-me-your-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2423752997549064613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2423752997549064613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/tell-me-your-story.html' title='Tell Me Your Story'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1104845995569208832</id><published>2010-12-08T01:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:29:54.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yule season. What is it to you?</title><content type='html'>Well, i looked at my dull calendar posted on my wall. Hell, it's December and talking about gifts here! I don't have money on my pocket. I mean I only have 300 pesos and I am suppose to give ten presents to ten people who are close to me. Never mind? or just take a break and sit for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I do when sitting? Of course I sit and poof, it came to me the idea of creating my wish list.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wand (like Harry Potter's wand) I want it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Santa Hat. I want it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Iphone. (I've waited since the first semester) I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for now. This thing will be updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1104845995569208832?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1104845995569208832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/yule-season-what-is-it-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1104845995569208832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1104845995569208832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/yule-season-what-is-it-to-you.html' title='Yule season. What is it to you?'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6453855441413804015</id><published>2010-12-08T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:12:04.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a fool? Take your feet on the cliff then.</title><content type='html'>Keep your voice down if you don't want me to kill you instantly. I mean it. Why do people, even me, cannot quit on blogging so much things that are really unnecessary? Is it because of the ads income? Well, for me, I don't care anymore. I only blog now, with this stupid things because its the only way for me to keep my words certain and alive. Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am supposedly at the bathroom taking a shower. It's cold here. Really. But I ended up standing near the window taking a good signal to make this blog. Seriously dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes will resume tomorrow and what? I have quizzes. The worst is that political science is the first on the line. What I know about it? I keep on reading my books but still not a single word but the title itself is the only thing that has been calculated in my nutshell. Maybe, i'm that idiot or maybe i just don't like the subject. Oh well, so much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were watching Harry Potter (again, for the millionth time) and dreaming about JK Rowling, writing sequels of the book. Oh God, how I wish. You see, I am a Harry Potter die-hard-fan, I mean, hey, do not spoil the spells because I almost knew it all. Wanna try? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, what's wrong with the people? They are assuming things. I'm really pissed off. Here's the thing, why ask a question when its not really sustained to be answered? Example, a guy to a girl. "May I court you?" hello. Is that even legal? When the girl says yes, what's the point of asking. Dude! Do not ask! Do it. Don't be such a douche bag. You're humiliating your ancestors. If you really want to, do it. Accept all the consequences. If you assumed again that you are being fooled or used or whatsoever then why did you waste your time? You entered that dilemma. It's not the girl's fault. It's yours. Why are you rejected? Because you've done no good. That's it end of the story, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I talking too much about guys? Sorry. Get used to it. I'm a feminist. When? Just now. No more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on stressing my self, really. I always guarantee my self to be busy and maybe this is the consequence about it. Hating boys. Oh Good Heaven's forgive me about this. Oh well..&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/816586296459366205-6453855441413804015?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6453855441413804015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-fool-take-your-feet-on-cliff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6453855441413804015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6453855441413804015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-fool-take-your-feet-on-cliff.html' title='Are you a fool? Take your feet on the cliff then.'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-8288057159248551544</id><published>2010-12-08T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:51:52.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop being so fabricated</title><content type='html'>I wonder how I manage to act like I'm always burning. I mean you see, I'm very good at pretending that I am mad well in fact I'm not. You see, there's a trouble again. It came into me that having a boyfriend is a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Let me enumerate:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Time demanding. Boys are time freaks. They want you to focus your whole time upon them. As if the time will vanish.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Too much protection. I mean, hello, I'm not a child anymore. I know what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;3.) So many prohibited stuffs. So what if I send messages to many people? I'm using my sense of socialization. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;4.) Praising too much. Every single day, every minute. I mean its kinda irritating when the guy praises you the same thing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;5.) "I love you" freak show. Hearing it everyday freaks me out. Hello! You're loosing the meaning of it. Just say it when you really do, and don't say it. Show it.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Pity effect. When you get angry they curse themselves.&lt;br /&gt;7.) They want you to do what they say. Are you my dad? My mom? Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;8.) They want you to just go home after school. So what if you have to meet your friends?&lt;br /&gt;9.) They will ask you between him and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;10.) And the last in my list, they are unfair. You see guys are really centered upon themselves. All they want is intimacy and a fucking public display of affection.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants it anyway? I don't want a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense. This is just my alter-ego's perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's only one positive thought about having a boyfriend. You have someone to be adored and you are being adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-8288057159248551544?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/8288057159248551544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop-being-so-fabricated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8288057159248551544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/8288057159248551544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop-being-so-fabricated.html' title='Stop being so fabricated'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-4689549871774658718</id><published>2010-12-06T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:55:54.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I am vain, let me elaborate more of it then</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about guys that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see hundreds of boys around me in a week. Majority of them are attractive but the thing is, they are not straight. Do you know what I mean? I feel devastated. Gays, bisexual what else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is it. I'm attracted to a guy when:&lt;br /&gt;1. He wears braces and he is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;2. His eyelashes are long and curly.&lt;br /&gt;3. He has a good sense of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;4. His hair is stylish. (mohawk)&lt;br /&gt;5. He is moreno.&lt;br /&gt;6. He smiles like you never wanted to see the sun shine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like a guy when:&lt;br /&gt;1. He wears pierce anywhere in his body (Except for Gen, he looks better with it)&lt;br /&gt;2. He doesn't know how to smile.&lt;br /&gt;3. He walks like he owns the road.&lt;br /&gt;4. He laughs like a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's kinda weird of me to talk about guys, I mean, my interest about guys faded once, but I don't know why I am doing this. Oh well. It doesn't matter anyway...but wait, actually it really matters. Where's vanity? Haha! I mean it. Haha. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... what can I say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-4689549871774658718?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/4689549871774658718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-i-am-vain-let-me-elaborate-more-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4689549871774658718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4689549871774658718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-i-am-vain-let-me-elaborate-more-of.html' title='If I am vain, let me elaborate more of it then'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-4908631369643814966</id><published>2010-12-05T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T06:19:24.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Shock</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping. It was 5 in the afternoon and the ambiance was like 7 in the evening. It was cold and somehow the place we stayed was cozy enough to have some perfect relaxation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the limited space, we manage to sandwiched. We were three but you see, I was half awake that very moment when suddenly, he held my hand. I was dreaming for sure. Slowly, he clutched it as if he wont let go of it... i was still dreaming, I'm sure of it. The next thing is that, I tried to open my eyes, it was dark and cold. I can hardly see who's next to me...and then, a warm breath brushed my face... no i am not dreaming I know i am awake. I tried to feel my hand, and yeah, he was holding it. I smiled and closed my eyes. I don't know why I did that. Maybe I was crazy. The next thing was, he kissed me... I was shocked, I didn't think twice. I stood up and ran towards the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pounding so hard. It was like a solid metal covered with so many kryptonite banged my head. I don't want to go back. I washed my faced. Brushed my teeth. Washed my face again and again. Now I'm dizzy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking why I feel Okay around him. He's my best bud but i barely knew him. I'm suppose to get mad at him but no. I still enjoy his company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its time to wake up. Wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-4908631369643814966?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/4908631369643814966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/state-of-shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4908631369643814966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4908631369643814966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/state-of-shock.html' title='State of Shock'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-523642769998615767</id><published>2010-12-05T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T06:02:12.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's you! not me!</title><content type='html'>Seeing your eyes.. I wonder why I feel so worried every time you aren't on my sight.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it just suck now. I feel something special for you...though I know you want me too. I don't want to hover but yeah, I was honest to you. It's kindddaaa weird that I didn't used my so-famous-tomboy-line, maybe because I was stuck. You I can't hide in front of you. You are strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-523642769998615767?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/523642769998615767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-you-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/523642769998615767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/523642769998615767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-you-not-me.html' title='It&apos;s you! not me!'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-4564377932126627245</id><published>2010-12-03T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T05:23:50.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one who makes me sizzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/TPjvDM8oejI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Uj0GsLOqybQ/s1600/57464_yagamilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/TPjvDM8oejI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Uj0GsLOqybQ/s320/57464_yagamilight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546445779400948274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Yagami, also known as KIRA of the deathnote. If you know what I mean. You see, I've watch the entire episode (the anime) for just three days and I only slept an hour each day. I dream of him every night. I love him to the fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-4564377932126627245?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/4564377932126627245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-who-makes-me-sizzle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4564377932126627245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4564377932126627245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-who-makes-me-sizzle.html' title='The one who makes me sizzle'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/TPjvDM8oejI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Uj0GsLOqybQ/s72-c/57464_yagamilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-421866939911606308</id><published>2010-12-02T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:35:32.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me the questions that is obviously under pressure. It's not my fault why I am keeping a great distance from you. I don't want to linger beside you when I know that its not the right choice.Perhaps, it was never my intention entering such judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In either way, I never wanted you or I never had any chance dreaming of having you. It's just that I just like you because I know you, I like you because you are flattering me in some circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that undeniable, irreversible fact that became now a very memory, it happened to be everything went up so wrong. Everything is just a matter of mischief madness. Then, I realized it wasn't me. But it was you. With my two functioning eyes, I saw you in a trance that you are chained and locked in a vow. I don't want to interfere, I don't have the intention of interfering. I just want to say hello and then leave. Yet, as I turn my back to walk away from you...everything was perfectly foolish. You brought me in your imperious world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me. Why am I keeping my distance? It's because you and I are not meant to be. You and I are just making foolish discussions making fun of our naughty minds, letting some intimacy fall over despite the fact that it may really happen...you see, we are stupid. We're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-421866939911606308?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/421866939911606308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/possibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/421866939911606308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/421866939911606308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/12/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-3811556164792075785</id><published>2010-11-30T05:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T05:17:56.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the only reason why you I don't talk</title><content type='html'>Simple things I ponder upon... only ponder.&lt;br /&gt;Though, its just a simple form of a thing. I do not intend to brag about it. I just want to have those for I know, it's something worth having because I, myself, with all my heart's desire, I exerted much effort aiming those...but what? I keep on hoping and looking forward, for the fact that you committed the most dangerous thing in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-3811556164792075785?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/3811556164792075785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-only-reason-why-you-i-dont-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3811556164792075785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3811556164792075785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-only-reason-why-you-i-dont-talk.html' title='It&apos;s the only reason why you I don&apos;t talk'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6808520498435929868</id><published>2010-11-30T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T05:04:04.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the second thought</title><content type='html'>Now I know why I don't bite.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I preferred a life like this.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I'm feel a weird sensation when somebody meant to praise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's because, I am destined to someone I know , that is designed to be "just beyond my imagination."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-6808520498435929868?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6808520498435929868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-second-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6808520498435929868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6808520498435929868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-second-thought.html' title='On the second thought'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2840912718162673203</id><published>2010-11-30T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T04:51:48.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having adrenaline rush and I can't help it</title><content type='html'>I am freezing. It's cold. I can hardly feel my hands. I'm shaking exaggeratedly. Maybe, any minute now I will be off the ground. I'm dizzy and my head hurts. I feel like its the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what is happening around me. I feel like I don't belong here. I am not from the earth. I am from Mars. Why? I don't know what the heck is happening in this world, in this country and this entity of mine! I'm possessed. I am not me. I am burdened with so much disarrayed conviction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried the whole life of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy. But all I can do is to follow the words being bluffed. I'm under imperious curse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your blood.&lt;br /&gt;I want your affection. I want you to be willing to join me being a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2840912718162673203?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2840912718162673203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-having-adrenaline-rush-and-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2840912718162673203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2840912718162673203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-having-adrenaline-rush-and-i-cant.html' title='I&apos;m having adrenaline rush and I can&apos;t help it'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1407087010637164342</id><published>2010-11-30T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T04:13:43.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity. Love. Dream.</title><content type='html'>If there are tons of things I need to do, I'd do it in a click. This past few days, I noticed I've been acting so odd. I'm following the house rules and I'm keeping myself very busy. It kills me when I waste my time. I don't even care if I don't have cellphone, I don't even care if I don't have money, I don't even care if I'm still awake in dawn. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I keep on praying, I keep on dreaming that someday, sooner and yes later...any minute, somebody will come near me, the one that is good enough to be adored. I met two different faces in a single day. They were both good looking and definitely gentlemen. They told me how wonderful I am to exist in this world. At the moment that I felt flattering sensation, that any girl would surely pass out when they hear those kind of words... i back fired. I stood idled few minutes thinking...&lt;br /&gt;I really don't need it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I'm still trapped. I keep on dreaming of the past. Instead, I'm feeling the prickling pain that makes me feel that I'm that stupid. You see, it was there. The new beginning was there right in front of me but look what I did. Rejected them and mouthed my famous line... SORRY, I'M A TOMBOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run. I don't want to be hiding here forever. I don't want to grow with pain in my heart. I don't want to...I don't want to wait for the equinox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what am I suppose to do. I am trashed with so much aches. I don't want to linger in this madness. I am too vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1407087010637164342?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1407087010637164342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/vanity-love-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1407087010637164342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1407087010637164342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/vanity-love-dream.html' title='Vanity. Love. Dream.'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-7721053633079889580</id><published>2010-11-24T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T02:14:40.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless</title><content type='html'>Never I would see a little break unless something really bothers me. For some reasons, I want to get a life back. The life that I used to live where my eyes are glowing despite of the dark dull clouds in the sky. I want to think of a single thing in the every hour of my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just being mocked.&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody beside me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-7721053633079889580?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/7721053633079889580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/breathless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7721053633079889580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7721053633079889580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/breathless.html' title='Breathless'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1330370776446442704</id><published>2010-11-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:15:04.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can do now is to dream of you</title><content type='html'>I know we can never be...we can never fall into each others arms and hold the world's agony. I owe you a lifetime of comprehending a single thought of adoring you for an unknown reason. I don't know. I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the law of attraction that keeps me seeing you everywhere I go. My heart is screaming over-joyed seeing you, smiling over me and talking with your eyes alone. I always shiver...always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't really meant to be lovers, I say. For the second, for the record, I've seen you with my greatest nightmare... you, walking with my nemesis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's clear to me, that you are chained with an unfathomable creation that I couldn't break. I'm no superhero that can ever save you from this madness of my entity. All I can do is to share you the happiness that covers me wholly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are close, so close to me that I can even seize you and never ever let go of my grip...yet still, I can't. There are fortified walls and excruciating thorns that I can comprehend when I try to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot just hide forever, I cannot just be there and run once in a while. I really don't know. I'm holding my breathe. I'm gripping on a sharp knife. I want to surrender. I want to run away...without you. I don't want to see you anymore. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to be so deeply in love with you...but I can't. Everyday, I'm fighting the world. I am just loving you to the depth of my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now? All I can do now is to dream of you. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1330370776446442704?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1330370776446442704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-can-do-now-is-to-dream-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1330370776446442704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1330370776446442704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-can-do-now-is-to-dream-of-you.html' title='All I can do now is to dream of you'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-3575116554813578341</id><published>2010-10-31T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:38:00.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i know it's not me</title><content type='html'>You are more than you know who you are to me. The touch of your lips that lingered on my cheeks intertwine with my whole world. For a single second that you stay next to me, I'm hoping to stop the time and spend it with you until I can ever face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by your name alone, I can't conceal the smile on my lips. I shiver like you are behind me trying seize me with your arms forever. If only I could, I would never think twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, is it just me? or the both of us making this surreal? or perhaps things whole thing really exist if you and I will make it happen as if we never meant to hold the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am positive. You're the only one that ponders in my heart. Everyday and every night until I close my eyes when I call it's a great day. You're the only reason why I wrote this, and I know...into the depth of the dark abyss you're the only one I want to share my laughter's and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I am afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-3575116554813578341?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/3575116554813578341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-know-its-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3575116554813578341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3575116554813578341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-know-its-not-me.html' title='when i know it&apos;s not me'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1477136778809734094</id><published>2010-10-29T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:13:43.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could linger forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I never wanted anyone so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of having you as if I could ever fly to the mountain top and reach the heaven. I shivered as the stars were falling over us. We never thought that we were synchronizing and feeling our heart beat so fast. As the cold water feel our skin, we laughed without knowing that we are too close to be two... and I wish it would never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1477136778809734094?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1477136778809734094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-could-linger-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1477136778809734094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1477136778809734094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-could-linger-forever.html' title='If I could linger forever'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-4274585316470973123</id><published>2010-03-19T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:06:12.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thing that i like,&lt;br /&gt;stuff that i like...&lt;br /&gt;poetry vs. prose...&lt;br /&gt;i prefer poetry... why? don't ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:Calibri;} strong {} p 	{margin-right:0in; 	mso-margin-top-alt:auto; 	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoNoteLevel2, li.MsoNoteLevel2, div.MsoNoteLevel2 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:Calibri;} span.HeaderChar 	{mso-style-name:"Header Char"; 	font-size:11.0pt;} span.FooterChar 	{mso-style-name:"Footer Char"; 	font-size:11.0pt;} span.BalloonTextChar 	{mso-style-name:"Balloon Text Char"; 	font-size:8.0pt;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;ailed &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;’er &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;eartless &lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;octurne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this misty world I’ve feigned my greatest longing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With your eyes shut I can’t bear my heart’s pounding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wishing you everyday with the calmness of the earth,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To hear my yearnings, of my faithful worth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fortified walls bounded in between you and me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for a night when full moon towered dreary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All I can do is to gaze you in a reflection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And bury my ardor with my own deception.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can hear your rhapsody through the cold air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From dawn till dusk of tomorrow’s nowhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To love you with my world jailed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To dream of you with the nocturne I’ve failed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When nothingness I breathe, as your eyes whisper,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cannot show one love to you, not until I conquer;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A fear of vow as the whole world will be the witness,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As they forbid me to hold you with my nothingness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the walls, I’ve printed all my life with you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rested everything I owed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One night I prayed into the heaven’s star,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To let you play a symphony of nocturnal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet I’ve been feigning since we’ve parted,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet nothing changed to this feeling that waited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trapped within a fear that kept me breathless,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For you my heart’s desire dominates weakness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For a faithful soul yet a feigning mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A love for you will be stored until you find&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To bury the fumble we committed before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To whisper you my heart’s ardor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I long for you with your precious smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I long for the days we meant to fly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, forbidden shadows guarded upon us,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All I can do is to listen till the last,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till you play the painful piece&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till I break the walls of excruciating bliss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Erased&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every day and every night your voice echoes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From the oceans, to the rivers, up to the meadows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the stars are blown by the wind,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the clouds are trembling with the seed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every day and every night, your scent I can smell,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sweetness of your every breath that I can tell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A way that I can picture you freely,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And a way that I can catch you slowly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every day and every night I fly with the birds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watching and dreaming of you in different worlds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Allowing my tears flow down on you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When my laughter’s aren’t enough to be true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every day and every night your name lingers,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my mind and in my heart it whispers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the sun rises, your horizon tops the ocean&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While my moon lets me seize my omen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every day and every night I let my tears fall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drowning my heart little by little,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wondering of you in so many ways,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dreaming of you even in the midst of days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every day and every night I think of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still I can see you beside me out of the blue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trying to forget everything we knew.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can I ever take another step?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you’re still touching my heart’s depth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Think of me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think of me like your heart’s longing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For my voice’s you’re endless loving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With your eyes locked with mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think of me like a shooting star,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Throw a wish before it’ll go far&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Close your eyes and be where you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think of me like your own fragrance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Treat me better only for once,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Linger with my scent’s graceful dance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think of me with your hand on me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seize the moment of the clock’s free,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dream with me till eternity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think of me affectionately&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your own remedy would be me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just think of me once faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ultimatum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your descendants to me whispered,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A solemn pledge that conquered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The night of devastating angers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That halted the lost strangers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who revealed the name of danger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You gave me a day of thinking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For menace arose of the living!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cannot give my word of ending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet my eyes forbid showing, mending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I perish the sky in just a lightning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be slaved and let the angels fly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be freed to let the goodness cry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One word to finish one excruciating lie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You locked your heart with unforgivable wry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An ultimatum, to make my last goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Tenth Letter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You heard me screaming your name,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Around midnight with the owls crying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I clenched my fist, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I sought for you, till the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But another sound I heard,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shadow cast behind you like surreal,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Behind the walls you stopped,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reached for me and cried,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You were the tenth letter of my soul,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once, I’ve departed in my wallow dream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whispered to an angel my weak scream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Listened to the music once I’ve heard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And stared to the eyes once I’ve seen blurred.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once, I’ve held his hand in the night,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swaying while singing sweetness of flight,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dancing with the leaves falling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the warmth of his hands called one evening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once, I’ve kissed his lips under the moon,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since it’s been awhile and too soon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His voice that harmonized my soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And captivated my heart and whole.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once, I’ve closed my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve seen coldness and frights&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the darkness I shivered and saw&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;‘checked my fist as if my claw.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once, I’ve opened my eyes, I cried.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You and I aren’t here, we died.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dreams were as cold as ice,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of it is fragment of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Nostalgia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still I can smell your scent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the break of dawn reaches its end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The wild flowers sing the melody---&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The rhythm we knew sang freely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I fly with the birds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From the firsts of light until I reach the thirds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I write your name in the woods&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Until my finger’s crying with blood for good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When it rains at night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The cricket’s sound lingers until I fight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My tears drowned me little by little&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While I forced myself not to think of you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You lingered in my mind everyday,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can see you beside me in every way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 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 &lt;p style="line-height: 15.6pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Death awaits in their critical state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Minds blown away by their fearless bait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fractures and stitches still await,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Inside their hearts there’s always infinite faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15.6pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Guns and thunders give excruciating agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Deep down to their soul and the entire memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The haunting scenery lies beneath the galaxy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And the fatal disturbance kills all entire humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Immortality rules the planet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The chaos croaked the people with a bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Blood was drunk and soaked into a mallet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fearful night, fearful scenery awaits you inside the punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-4274585316470973123?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/4274585316470973123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/03/poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4274585316470973123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/4274585316470973123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/03/poems.html' title='POEMS...'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-860626913436471423</id><published>2010-03-19T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T05:56:21.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK LAUNCHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/S6NzKMdLDvI/AAAAAAAAACI/QIamsQvOIk4/s1600-h/Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/S6NzKMdLDvI/AAAAAAAAACI/QIamsQvOIk4/s320/Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450326593027903218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After of four years of hard work in high school, pursuing my writing career in Ilocos Norte National High School- Special Program in the Arts, i have now created my OWN BOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evanescent, a moment to make a wish.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Evanescent, as we walk and run into the fire&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Letting its smoke cover our whole life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Letting the heat linger into our skin,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;To feel the power of the burning dream,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Until it vanishes into the thin air within.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Evanescent, as we sing a single song,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Letting it pepper all along&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;And our voices leave a little mark,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That will soon fade into the dark….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Evanescent as I can see the world,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;With flying a flying stone like a bird&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Seeing things that unravel one line,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;And words are freely crawling like a vine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t202" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="202" path="m0,0l0,21600,21600,21600,21600,0xe"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t202" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Evanescent as I can see the galaxy,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Everything comes into a tragedy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When all living dies for a mere time,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It travels along ‘till it come back with chime.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Evanescent as everything has an ending&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We are made to live and fade with mending.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A time will rise and the light will suppress,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;All of that matters in this world’s madness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-860626913436471423?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/860626913436471423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-launching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/860626913436471423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/860626913436471423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-launching.html' title='BOOK LAUNCHING'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/S6NzKMdLDvI/AAAAAAAAACI/QIamsQvOIk4/s72-c/Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-1248147710126026378</id><published>2009-09-07T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T05:14:20.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace is achieved by means of a WAR</title><content type='html'>I've seen them in their best. Every sweat they've sacrificed covered the earth's breathing. Their single tear drop landed into my palms as I go close to them. The warmth of their body radiated next to mine as they embrace me tight. As I stare into their eyes, I can't ever hide my wonderful feeling, they are one lovely priceless treasure who entered my whole life--- my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               They've been one bunch of good friends since my first year high school. We shared laughter's, tears, pains and love as we go on in our teenage lives. I've seen different personalities in some different faces and that I discovered the real me. Of course, we didn't meant to escape some fights, stupid fights that made us more stronger. There were crushes, flirtings, girlfriends and boyfriends that made us, girls and boys more mature! But some of us, even me, was thrown down into a dark abyss and lost my friends for a while because of a boyfriend. Totally, I lost them, everything changed. They didn't know me, they deleted my name into their minds. Hope and faith was in me as I can feel the agony of missing them so much. I prayed and search for the Cherry Mae they used to know. It wasn't that easy, there were so many wars and obstacles I have faced and there I saw the light... i saw them open hand ready to embrace me back.&lt;br /&gt;               They are the best i've ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-1248147710126026378?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/1248147710126026378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/09/peace-is-achieved-by-means-of-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1248147710126026378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/1248147710126026378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/09/peace-is-achieved-by-means-of-war.html' title='Peace is achieved by means of a WAR'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2879320655024647929</id><published>2009-08-26T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:53:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PERFECT EYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/SpUhyZJQ-OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9hyFgQHMVCM/s1600-h/imusicapella,+sir+tristan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/SpUhyZJQ-OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9hyFgQHMVCM/s320/imusicapella,+sir+tristan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374238879963478242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Tristan Ignacio!!!!!! Sir, Sorry i stole your picture. hehe.Cute kasi e.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he is the Conductor of the Imusicapella Choir.&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, naisipan ko lng ipost. haha&lt;br /&gt;ang cute ng eyes ni Sir oh.. dba? yihee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2879320655024647929?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2879320655024647929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2879320655024647929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2879320655024647929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-eyes.html' title='THE PERFECT EYES'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/SpUhyZJQ-OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9hyFgQHMVCM/s72-c/imusicapella,+sir+tristan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2527070041133172727</id><published>2009-06-03T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T05:38:55.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Of Me</title><content type='html'>June 3,2009. A poem entry.&lt;br /&gt;Original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me like your heart’s longing&lt;br /&gt;For my voice’s your endless loving&lt;br /&gt;With your eyes locked to my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me like a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;Throw a wish before it’ll go far&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and be where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me like your own fragrance&lt;br /&gt;Treat me better only for once,&lt;br /&gt;Linger with my scent’s graceful dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me with your hand on me&lt;br /&gt;Seize the moment of the clock’s free,&lt;br /&gt;Dream with me till eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me affectionately&lt;br /&gt;Your own remedy would be me.&lt;br /&gt;Just think of me once faithfully.&lt;br /&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/816586296459366205-2527070041133172727?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2527070041133172727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2527070041133172727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2527070041133172727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-of-me.html' title='Think Of Me'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2854732563668454966</id><published>2009-05-30T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T03:13:32.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall out Boy's America's Suitehearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden;width: 0px;height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDMyNTU3ODgxOTcmcHQ9MTI*MzI1NTc5ODUyMyZwPTI5MzMzMSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mb2Y9MA==.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3codex.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/ewualizer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/xplayexr.swf" flashvars="file=http://dc126.4shared.com/img/88260342/fb5c997d/dlink__2Fdownload_2F88260342_2Ffb5c997d_3Ftsid_3D20090525-084925-7e6ee3a1/preview.mp3&amp;amp;height=30&amp;amp;width=200&amp;amp;showeq=false&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=always&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;volume=90" repeat="always" allowfullscreen="false" height="30" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://mp3codex.com"&gt;Fall Out Boy - 04 - America's Suitehearts.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2854732563668454966?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2854732563668454966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/05/fall-out-boys-americas-suitehearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2854732563668454966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2854732563668454966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/05/fall-out-boys-americas-suitehearts.html' title='Fall out Boy&apos;s America&apos;s Suitehearts'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/th_ewualizer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2269707033657753182</id><published>2009-05-30T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:41:08.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/SiD-UFCEYSI/AAAAAAAAABw/ul1-sng8Khg/s1600-h/twilight-saga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/SiD-UFCEYSI/AAAAAAAAABw/ul1-sng8Khg/s320/twilight-saga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341548778963099938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;This is a addiction of the century. I wish i have the four books though--- i only have the last book (Breaking Dawn). This Vampire&amp;amp;Human love story is a BOOM!It's very spectacular! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;So, in the four books which is the best? I mean the most thrilling part of it? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2269707033657753182?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2269707033657753182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-saga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2269707033657753182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2269707033657753182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-saga.html' title='The Twilight Saga'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/SiD-UFCEYSI/AAAAAAAAABw/ul1-sng8Khg/s72-c/twilight-saga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-7669430800003180076</id><published>2009-05-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:31:31.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady GaGa's Die Hard Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGbGmZ09CG8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGbGmZ09CG8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this one out. To All Lady GaGa's fan out there!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little sample. Hhahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-7669430800003180076?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/7669430800003180076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/05/lady-gagas-die-hard-fans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7669430800003180076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/7669430800003180076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/05/lady-gagas-die-hard-fans.html' title='Lady GaGa&apos;s Die Hard Fans'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-3993105479540682000</id><published>2009-05-04T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:50:21.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a BREAK!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/Sf7Vptuqz3I/AAAAAAAAABA/MhU5aUNvxnA/s1600-h/DSC04795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/Sf7Vptuqz3I/AAAAAAAAABA/MhU5aUNvxnA/s320/DSC04795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331933921479937906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Look at my cellphone. I mean DUH!! I wish someone could buy me a new one. With matching 6.0 megapixel camera, silver colored casing, Wifi compatibility, 3-g, Mp3, and all the awesome FEATURES!!!!!!! I'm dying! Since my N80 was lost...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-3993105479540682000?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/3993105479540682000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3993105479540682000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/3993105479540682000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-break.html' title='Give me a BREAK!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/Sf7Vptuqz3I/AAAAAAAAABA/MhU5aUNvxnA/s72-c/DSC04795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2646412150221680006</id><published>2009-04-29T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:48:04.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See what China have done in the glamour world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/Sfg-YfIeo3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Vq7HqZQlSnc/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/Sfg-YfIeo3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Vq7HqZQlSnc/s320/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330078749387826034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So, this is my Mom's purse. She got it from a friend by trading her one stuff and i don't know what is it. She always brags this one and i don't know why. Upon scrutinizing this cutie purse, it made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROFLMAO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;See for yourself what's wrong in the purse! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2646412150221680006?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2646412150221680006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-what-china-have-done-in-glamour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2646412150221680006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2646412150221680006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-what-china-have-done-in-glamour.html' title='See what China have done in the glamour world'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n-vtH6A9K9I/Sfg-YfIeo3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Vq7HqZQlSnc/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-2144295486247277247</id><published>2009-04-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:16:52.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This poem is inspired by the movie PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There river flows in fading light&lt;br /&gt;Little flickering glare glows on sight,&lt;br /&gt;Mirror on the walls of the night&lt;br /&gt;Creating a mystery in their mind.&lt;br /&gt;Deep sounds arises from inside&lt;br /&gt;A vast of music and love that collides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating on the air---voices&lt;br /&gt;Grieve, love and envy of many faces&lt;br /&gt;Deep down through the core there races.&lt;br /&gt;"Point of no return" one blazed&lt;br /&gt;Choices he created---dazed&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy cast the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Love him and for him to be slayed?&lt;br /&gt;To choose me for him to be saved?"&lt;br /&gt;Passions of enrage pondered&lt;br /&gt;Floating words that sauntered&lt;br /&gt;Choices that are never answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Point of no return" again wandered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting the mysteries created,&lt;br /&gt;Over and over that hatred&lt;br /&gt;Music that has been minded&lt;br /&gt;Anger and envy enlightens&lt;br /&gt;Trembling feelings driven&lt;br /&gt;"Pitiful creature" dazed from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There river flows in fading light&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the man for her own sight&lt;br /&gt;Saving her Love from grieve upon&lt;br /&gt;For she knows what's within her soul&lt;br /&gt;For her love can't rival ant thing&lt;br /&gt;As long as her heart will never stop to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of music she thought&lt;br /&gt;Loving him for some reasons she sought.&lt;br /&gt;Choosing him to save the other soul&lt;br /&gt;For she loved the man who opened her heart&lt;br /&gt;The man who left on grieve in a dart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;-Cherry Mae Madriaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-2144295486247277247?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/2144295486247277247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-choice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2144295486247277247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/2144295486247277247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-choice.html' title='Poem: Choice'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816586296459366205.post-6512499567132189113</id><published>2009-04-28T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:21:45.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A Sonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Here lies the misery upon thy love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For we cast blurry mysteries above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thou twilight diverged on my endless path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How can one witness warmth when there is wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Against those memoirs that kept in thy past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Are we not supposed to live in our own dust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Buried in ghost and revering glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tonight our clenched hands speak upon; free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No more dripping of sorrows in this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Though beneath my shadow’s questions are half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As our hearts collide once more, morning comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Both of us solemnly conquer world’s strum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ever lie on the tower of the dove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Here dies the misery upon thy love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds&lt;br /&gt;Cruise with me when darkness evade thy glee&lt;br /&gt;Though stars are lost beneath the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;When dreary nights cascade down to thee soul,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be invincible and win thy goal.&lt;br /&gt;For I know dotting thee, drops misery&lt;br /&gt;Among all those peculiar fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Seize the moments of no man’s rivalry&lt;br /&gt;Twine the twilight revert the agony,&lt;br /&gt;For thy love to thee conquers night dreary&lt;br /&gt;Sway with me, clutch my ghost eternity&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand for thee defeat thou misery&lt;br /&gt;Every breath of sweet gliding melody,&lt;br /&gt;Defeat casting shadows and haunting soul&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be invisible and prevail thy goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cherry Mae Madriaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thy wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If only I could freeze thou daylight hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I’ll revere the night, season passing star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Clench this eternal hope tattooed in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pointed footsteps upon this lifeless part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Squeal thy voice and speak thy stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Since our rapport has no way to distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If only I could retract my nightfall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I’ll be retract for thou bliss is thy call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We’ll sail as one until morning shine come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Though the sky’s grey faded colors undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thy phantom of veracity fluttered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Witness thy nightmare aroused thy sauntered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ever for this reverie, I love thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For thy dream, thy wish, no reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cascading words from your lips till the end&lt;br /&gt;2. As far as I know you’re my darkness&lt;br /&gt;3. Resonating beneath thy blue sky’s trend,&lt;br /&gt;4. Embrace my hand let me be thou empress.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sail away and tease the falling stars&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ll fix my eyes on you till sunlight comes&lt;br /&gt;7. Never preach your voice, never build a scar&lt;br /&gt;8. Saunter with me when the ocean strums.&lt;br /&gt;9. Doesn’t matter if love is unanswered,&lt;br /&gt;10. Doesn’t matter when I’m vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;11. As long as thy love for thee, unconquered,&lt;br /&gt;12. As long as the heavens’ invincible&lt;br /&gt;13. Coz’ you’re the sweetest downfall in thy breath&lt;br /&gt;14.  You’re my darkness and the best thing I breathe…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816586296459366205-6512499567132189113?l=talklistenread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/feeds/6512499567132189113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonnets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6512499567132189113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816586296459366205/posts/default/6512499567132189113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talklistenread.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonnets.html' title='Sonnets'/><author><name>Mice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986062936140058533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFtB4-9tYSk/TbjaewsOwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OXygnZ60NxM/s220/215915_1333849601662_1693731864_578580_1463068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
