<?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-32510688</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:38:37.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ŧĥә ŇěVêŘ ЕηÐýŇ ĆïŔčĹә Ǿf ŁγFә</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>509</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8451410433746275372</id><published>2011-11-27T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:38:37.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JkHGPoD9uJY/TtJZM0kyP0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/1rxvbwc3MDE/s1600/apple-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JkHGPoD9uJY/TtJZM0kyP0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/1rxvbwc3MDE/s400/apple-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679700156873850690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really still care?&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it matters not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's anything this has taught me.&lt;br /&gt;it's that there's probably nothing to expect at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet if there really is,&lt;br /&gt;i must be the luckiest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll think that of myself when it happens,&lt;br /&gt;if it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8451410433746275372?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8451410433746275372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8451410433746275372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2011/11/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JkHGPoD9uJY/TtJZM0kyP0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/1rxvbwc3MDE/s72-c/apple-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5263955228728890013</id><published>2011-09-01T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:01:56.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and</title><content type='html'>and i hope.&lt;br /&gt;that all this will be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for, at least, a long time.&lt;br /&gt;that's not too hard to be possible won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that way i really can look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and laugh at how i was such a fool back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how those foolish experiences,&lt;br /&gt;grew me into a proper person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mold a good individual&lt;br /&gt;really takes a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5263955228728890013?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5263955228728890013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5263955228728890013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2011/09/and.html' title='and'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1599508857257165183</id><published>2011-04-10T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:41:19.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>this is the moment where everything will start being decided.&lt;br /&gt;it's just the chance i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a life of non-fresh milk tea with no pearls, because it is large anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everything in life goes according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;so we just have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;and when seen like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life will be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1599508857257165183?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1599508857257165183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1599508857257165183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2011/04/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4647710604402009761</id><published>2011-02-05T08:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:19:37.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deception</title><content type='html'>a note to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're being deceived.&lt;br /&gt;you're deceiving yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break out of this facade before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;ironically what you tell others applies most of all to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what are you waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;face it, or run away forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4647710604402009761?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4647710604402009761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4647710604402009761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2011/02/deception.html' title='deception'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5976096904579740846</id><published>2010-12-05T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:21:48.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>i don't see why you keep coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why you keep giving me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;it sure feels alot better than cringing in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what shall i do now.&lt;br /&gt;at least something right i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something right to win your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5976096904579740846?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5976096904579740846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5976096904579740846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/12/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7466665903705196581</id><published>2010-12-01T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:50:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again, no</title><content type='html'>it probably will never have the happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;i had hoped it would have a tiny chance of happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not to say that i won't try.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm quite sure of the end that awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i finally got something right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7466665903705196581?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7466665903705196581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7466665903705196581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/12/again-no.html' title='again, no'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7896624918150860700</id><published>2010-11-27T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:37:54.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning</title><content type='html'>and thus we come&lt;br /&gt;to the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;the real beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human wants are so simple.&lt;br /&gt;just what is desired for at the point in time.&lt;br /&gt;i am no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;all i just want now.&lt;br /&gt;is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know if all of this is just false hope.&lt;br /&gt;but i really.&lt;br /&gt;really want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close,&lt;br /&gt;and yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;just how much more can my weary heart take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let it take everything.&lt;br /&gt;till the point of death.&lt;br /&gt;risk it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the glimmer of hope that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reward will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7896624918150860700?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7896624918150860700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7896624918150860700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/11/beginning.html' title='beginning'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6107187005447940812</id><published>2010-11-16T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:32:17.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no</title><content type='html'>i think even up till now.&lt;br /&gt;there's this huge chasm in between us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know if it will ever be crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6107187005447940812?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6107187005447940812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6107187005447940812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/11/no.html' title='no'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5814339406169437161</id><published>2010-11-05T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:20:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon</title><content type='html'>it will be over.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll start running after you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like you're facing me now.&lt;br /&gt;taunting me to make my move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though i have no faith for victory.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the battle can be won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;against all odds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5814339406169437161?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5814339406169437161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5814339406169437161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/11/soon.html' title='soon'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6606095370901617494</id><published>2010-10-30T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:35:34.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desire</title><content type='html'>i begin to doubt my ability to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;will patience really pay off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and you might end up just being like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the people that i detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do,&lt;br /&gt;for i'm still young, and i will still let my heart be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do what you must, if you must,&lt;br /&gt;and smash it into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can pick them up quickly and move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, this is not what i desire.&lt;br /&gt;after all, who doesn't want a happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can only hope and pray.&lt;br /&gt;and continue to show myself to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you will open yourself to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;and when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be more than the good friends we are now.&lt;br /&gt;and that is truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i desire more than anything in the world right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6606095370901617494?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6606095370901617494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6606095370901617494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/10/desire.html' title='desire'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-703275321702789664</id><published>2010-10-23T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:17:13.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 and failure</title><content type='html'>this proved to be far more difficult than i had ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i can and will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;and until i've tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing will stop me from chasing after your heart.&lt;br /&gt;and when you finally put this trust in me, we will endure the pain together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there will ultimately be happiness.&lt;br /&gt;because of all the irony that brought and still keeps us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there couldn't have been a better miracle than this.&lt;br /&gt;so let's wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the final chapter to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-703275321702789664?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/703275321702789664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/703275321702789664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/10/500-and-failure.html' title='500 and failure'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7519475917903082934</id><published>2010-10-17T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:37:48.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience</title><content type='html'>and here i wait.&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't know if it's you who might need me.&lt;br /&gt;or i'm the one really needing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish you'd open up to me.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't force it, i don't want our friendship to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;because in this gray world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7519475917903082934?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7519475917903082934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7519475917903082934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/10/patience.html' title='patience'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-859658916831206793</id><published>2010-10-16T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:25:23.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incompetence</title><content type='html'>in the end.&lt;br /&gt;the people that matter the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;slip through my fingers like sand.&lt;br /&gt;faster than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm clenching my fist so hard, never wanting to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just stop this&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want me to help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-859658916831206793?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/859658916831206793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/859658916831206793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/10/incompetence.html' title='incompetence'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6230799682859981631</id><published>2010-10-14T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:10:05.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>even if it might be false.&lt;br /&gt;the gap between us has certainly almost disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're closer than i could ever imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6230799682859981631?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6230799682859981631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6230799682859981631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/10/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8367315355981485405</id><published>2010-10-11T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:44:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saved</title><content type='html'>the good news.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to figure out what exactly was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so time to get back to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8367315355981485405?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8367315355981485405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8367315355981485405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/10/saved.html' title='saved'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5930002060667476017</id><published>2010-10-11T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:20:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>stop being such a selfish bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can think about is you.&lt;br /&gt;this is not good.&lt;br /&gt;not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put on a confident front.&lt;br /&gt;look as if i'm fine and ready to help everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm crumbling at my own unstable emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you so kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;this kindness which i don't think i deserve.&lt;br /&gt;yet it's what i yearn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought everything was cleared and fine.&lt;br /&gt;lying in wait for when the real thing would start.&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't even wait one day without feeling like i'm going to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's obvious that i have brought this upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;so i will suffer for it.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't take this much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as pathetic as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;it looks like i haven't learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;stuck in square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say sometimes you're in need of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;you have long become mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't do without you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get over this childish attitude.&lt;br /&gt;even with a bit of hope at the end i may be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to scream when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;so i have to get over this now.&lt;br /&gt;not to leave you behind, but to stop myself from obsessing about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even take a day of that.&lt;br /&gt;the more i think of it, the less i feel like continuing this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously the world is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;and i will live on.&lt;br /&gt;for better, or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pain i go through.&lt;br /&gt;the pain i put myself through.&lt;br /&gt;as a consequence of my own selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will bear it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i will stop looking at only myself.&lt;br /&gt;and even if that gives me the false hope that a selfless person will be more deserving of your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you only happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't give you happiness now.&lt;br /&gt;so i can only deprive you of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;because at least a gray world of confusion and doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is better than a black one.&lt;br /&gt;i can grant you at least that.&lt;br /&gt;so off i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because even if it doesn't pay off, it was the right thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5930002060667476017?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5930002060667476017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5930002060667476017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/10/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-507278507597636836</id><published>2010-09-11T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:26:38.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>each day we take another step forward.&lt;br /&gt;and i just hope you'll walk with me from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every step of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-507278507597636836?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/507278507597636836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/507278507597636836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5594426952877361508</id><published>2010-09-03T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:13:06.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>risk</title><content type='html'>everyday we take risks.&lt;br /&gt;today shall be no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one slightly braver step i shall try to take.&lt;br /&gt;and who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the returns may just end up far greater than i'll ever imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5594426952877361508?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5594426952877361508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5594426952877361508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/09/risk.html' title='risk'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3128654898120962161</id><published>2010-09-01T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:18:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revival</title><content type='html'>through all the delusions.&lt;br /&gt;i have seen.&lt;br /&gt;what i can only pass off as.&lt;br /&gt;what i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will run.&lt;br /&gt;and run will all my strength.&lt;br /&gt;to catch you by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;they say everyone's worst enemy is himself.&lt;br /&gt;and that is true.&lt;br /&gt;i fear for what might happen if i would fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for even though my heart has hardened.&lt;br /&gt;this is a feeling that seems to penetrate.&lt;br /&gt;even the thickest of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;what a mysterious feeling it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it compels me to think in circles once again.&lt;br /&gt;and to revive the writing i used to do.&lt;br /&gt;so, so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had abandoned it for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how far i think.&lt;br /&gt;i know that there will be no way i can read into the future.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;is to live for the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live for today.&lt;br /&gt;forget about imagining scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;they will never turn out.&lt;br /&gt;the way you imagine them to be anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you even get there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does my heart conflict upon itself?&lt;br /&gt;inside it feels as if swords are clashing.&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if i wasn't supposed to experience this in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i yearn for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too late to turn back now.&lt;br /&gt;so i will only put my hope and trust in myself.&lt;br /&gt;i shall ask for no more help.&lt;br /&gt;for the rest is up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness can only be known from sadness.&lt;br /&gt;so i will toil.&lt;br /&gt;i will work my utmost best to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;because i have seen and known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the hardest work will always pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not desperate for it.&lt;br /&gt;the only benefit my hardened heart provides.&lt;br /&gt;yet it is something i desire above almost everything else.&lt;br /&gt;and for happiness, i know i must suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sitting here and thinking provides me suffering.&lt;br /&gt;but it is small, and it is weak.&lt;br /&gt;there will be no way i shall succumb to it.&lt;br /&gt;for it is not deserving at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it starts.&lt;br /&gt;my quest for the feeling once lost.&lt;br /&gt;the sparks have been set off, the fire ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;the gears are turning, and old machinery running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;who does not yearn for his reward.&lt;br /&gt;after the effort he has put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with that tiny glimmer of hope i shall trust in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's hoping that it may finally end well for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3128654898120962161?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3128654898120962161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3128654898120962161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/09/revival.html' title='revival'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-764418020291938203</id><published>2010-08-27T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:35:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>May it be an evening star&lt;br /&gt;Shines down upon you&lt;br /&gt;May it be when darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will be true&lt;br /&gt;You walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How far you are from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornië utúlië (darkness has come)&lt;br /&gt;Believe and you will find your way&lt;br /&gt;Mornië alantië (darkness has fallen)&lt;br /&gt;A promise lives within you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be the shadows call&lt;br /&gt;Will fly away&lt;br /&gt;May it be you journey on&lt;br /&gt;To light the day&lt;br /&gt;When the night is overcome&lt;br /&gt;You may rise to find the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornië utúlië (darkness has come)&lt;br /&gt;Believe and you will find your way&lt;br /&gt;Mornië alantië (darkness has fallen)&lt;br /&gt;A promise lives within you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise lives within you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams that were.&lt;br /&gt;dreams that are.&lt;br /&gt;and dreams that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does my heart really yearn for what it has never really experienced before?&lt;br /&gt;if so, then the situation might just be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just watch for awhile longer.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully something will happen.&lt;br /&gt;something that i can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will bring pure joy and memory to my naïve heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-764418020291938203?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/764418020291938203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/764418020291938203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/08/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5887229913150825963</id><published>2010-08-04T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:19:50.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end</title><content type='html'>EDIT: and this was not it after all.&lt;br /&gt;for i have found what really matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;this time, no delusions.&lt;br /&gt;for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;the feelings that were once lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start to emerge once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to clutch my heart,&lt;br /&gt;or to haunt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have changed.&lt;br /&gt;i myself am fully aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end the outcome might still be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least now,&lt;br /&gt;my heart has hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't yearn for it as badly as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the end of the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;is merely the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try and i will see.&lt;br /&gt;should i fail or succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll accept it either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5887229913150825963?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5887229913150825963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5887229913150825963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/08/end.html' title='end'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-2876208361273668055</id><published>2010-05-17T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:49:34.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>what a rare time&lt;br /&gt;for me to come back like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the world&lt;br /&gt;i hate the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never lets you do&lt;br /&gt;what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you love&lt;br /&gt;what you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will never get it.&lt;br /&gt;unless you fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even after you've fought your all&lt;br /&gt;you still may not get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;the ugly truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to hear it&lt;br /&gt;because it's just so awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end&lt;br /&gt;they still live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end&lt;br /&gt;i still live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this world is not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;therefore it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-2876208361273668055?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2876208361273668055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2876208361273668055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-9046520694999530975</id><published>2010-02-28T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:59:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>milestones</title><content type='html'>soon hitting 500.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not if i keep up this attitude of posting once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my job done.&lt;br /&gt;i will when the holidays come i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until then.&lt;br /&gt;we will all wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-9046520694999530975?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/9046520694999530975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/9046520694999530975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/02/milestones.html' title='milestones'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1858640640942912680</id><published>2010-01-25T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:35:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double</title><content type='html'>singles take too long to release.&lt;br /&gt;oh how long more must my weary heart bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because all this suffering we bear.&lt;br /&gt;is all for that one single moment.&lt;br /&gt;a moment of revelry and joy.&lt;br /&gt;of sheer truth and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it most definitely will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1858640640942912680?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1858640640942912680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1858640640942912680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/01/double.html' title='double'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4670217500416199605</id><published>2010-01-24T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:30:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>with rainbow rings on the road.&lt;br /&gt;the story that will never be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the expected grand sounds and sights.&lt;br /&gt;the grand finale that was supposed to be tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for change will happen.&lt;br /&gt;even if everything else were to be abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4670217500416199605?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4670217500416199605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4670217500416199605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2010/01/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1017388854224860479</id><published>2009-12-28T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:50:45.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-12-27.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 698px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-12-27.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more weird dreams from a place far away.&lt;br /&gt;it was an expected fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what more,&lt;br /&gt;it's going to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from here,&lt;br /&gt;and now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going to become of me.&lt;br /&gt;what is going to become of those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when will i find.&lt;br /&gt;or when will i achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i set out in this tiny life to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;the road is long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the end is far from sight.&lt;br /&gt;but if i start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might just make it.&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who will be there.&lt;br /&gt;arms spread wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting with a smile to welcome me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1017388854224860479?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1017388854224860479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1017388854224860479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/12/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8554936179467920374</id><published>2009-12-12T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:22:10.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now</title><content type='html'>after letting mind explode with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;i return forgetting all but one.&lt;br /&gt;maybe more but for now.&lt;br /&gt;just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpts from an identical diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".......7 or 8.................still could move.................who are all.................those questions haunted me...............not even now..............what purpose............go away............like a glass sculpture.............million shattered pieces...........who is this..........one person...maybe.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who it could be"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8554936179467920374?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8554936179467920374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8554936179467920374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/12/now.html' title='now'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8615404041768868853</id><published>2009-11-28T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:38:54.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>pieces of a memory.&lt;br /&gt;once lost,&lt;br /&gt;now found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to rot there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and away i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8615404041768868853?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8615404041768868853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8615404041768868853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/11/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3766388061946480341</id><published>2009-09-26T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:42:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rage</title><content type='html'>of cycles and diagrams.&lt;br /&gt;soon that time will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i will stand and face.&lt;br /&gt;the monstrosity in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will think some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;and get over and done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what have we got.&lt;br /&gt;but the power of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly, sadistic minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3766388061946480341?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3766388061946480341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3766388061946480341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/09/rage.html' title='rage'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5882715425098881653</id><published>2009-09-22T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:53:46.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more</title><content type='html'>as the fateful day approaches again.&lt;br /&gt;i realise now that.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean as much.&lt;br /&gt;as it did back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just a matter of.&lt;br /&gt;being overly hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;and refusing to accept the truth.&lt;br /&gt;that was all it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe. maybe if i hope and wait for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;it might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not like i need it to happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i am quite content with what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;and so i guess this time it will be.&lt;br /&gt;farewell for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had much of a part in this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i was making everything up to myself.&lt;br /&gt;so i owe an apology.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you won't need it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, you probably won't see it.&lt;br /&gt;for there comes a time where the road will fork.&lt;br /&gt;and the paths that once diverged will separate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that time is now.&lt;br /&gt;so without hope of you looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wave this final wave.&lt;br /&gt;hoping that we may someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5882715425098881653?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5882715425098881653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5882715425098881653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/09/more.html' title='more'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-2719034628149046682</id><published>2009-09-04T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:21:41.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phase</title><content type='html'>what was i thinking about again.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risks.&lt;br /&gt;gambling is a life skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that kind of gambling.&lt;br /&gt;not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life is full of choices.&lt;br /&gt;so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choices appear at every decision.&lt;br /&gt;every situation that unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each of them leads to another.&lt;br /&gt;and each of them also leads to a consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;we don't know what these consequences are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and which choice will lead to them.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention whatever else comes after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we take a risk.&lt;br /&gt;a gamble of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if we didn't make the choice.&lt;br /&gt;well, it would be a choice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we would know the consequence of that.&lt;br /&gt;because everyone knows the consequence for sloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living the life.&lt;br /&gt;is taking the risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether they're calculated or not.&lt;br /&gt;we put them aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we make a break for what we desire.&lt;br /&gt;because when, and if, we should get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be the happiest day of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-2719034628149046682?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2719034628149046682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2719034628149046682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/09/phase.html' title='phase'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4549525366193136692</id><published>2009-09-03T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:54:53.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tap</title><content type='html'>not dead.&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always think of stuff to write about when i'm walking home.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i just don't write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even need to think about finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just whether i can start properly or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4549525366193136692?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4549525366193136692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4549525366193136692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/09/tap.html' title='tap'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3454847108609886282</id><published>2009-08-12T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:53:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SoLlewYtdKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vWWAFeWTzzU/s1600-h/bakemono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SoLlewYtdKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vWWAFeWTzzU/s400/bakemono.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369106022326432930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a single instrument.&lt;br /&gt;i will sit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and begin to play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for there is one thing,&lt;br /&gt;that i can never live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and luckily.&lt;br /&gt;it will probably stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked up&lt;br /&gt;from the pitch black world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the night sky&lt;br /&gt;is filled with raining stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when i started&lt;br /&gt;to chase after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;don't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to&lt;br /&gt;these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3454847108609886282?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3454847108609886282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3454847108609886282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/08/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SoLlewYtdKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vWWAFeWTzzU/s72-c/bakemono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4135516201644603867</id><published>2009-07-28T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:36:31.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>you scream and shout at those "monsters"&lt;br /&gt;but to them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are monsters as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4135516201644603867?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4135516201644603867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4135516201644603867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/07/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3797842358946679005</id><published>2009-07-23T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:46:12.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>almost there.&lt;br /&gt;almost overdue.&lt;br /&gt;well i'm not that lazy.&lt;br /&gt;so here i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3797842358946679005?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3797842358946679005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3797842358946679005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/07/well.html' title='well'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5535552648372061773</id><published>2009-07-16T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:15:37.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afterthought</title><content type='html'>i wouldn't say anything good has happened.&lt;br /&gt;nor anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;but things are just changing.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the same old place.&lt;br /&gt;where were all the words about.&lt;br /&gt;changing.&lt;br /&gt;and changing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5535552648372061773?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5535552648372061773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5535552648372061773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/07/afterthought.html' title='afterthought'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1472558406783191240</id><published>2009-07-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:23:15.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>as the summer air draws,&lt;br /&gt;and the rain starts to pour.&lt;br /&gt;it is over,&lt;br /&gt;but it has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have realised this lack of attention.&lt;br /&gt;so i have given some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sort of short-pressed for time.&lt;br /&gt;it's always like that after we enjoy, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;so time to sort things out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i don't mind settling for second place.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1472558406783191240?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1472558406783191240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1472558406783191240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/07/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7902161825552328931</id><published>2009-06-09T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:26:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too</title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;br /&gt;since when was it.&lt;br /&gt;that i stopped caring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;back to rant.&lt;br /&gt;about a few small nothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's too little time.&lt;br /&gt;there's too many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;and probably no way to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;that's all my wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;it'll solve itself eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more h-i-n-a spamming.&lt;br /&gt;and meaningless insulting.&lt;br /&gt;continues to plague me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i brought this upon myself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so who else do i have left to blame.&lt;br /&gt;i know, but i don't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that's right.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess then.&lt;br /&gt;its time to do something.&lt;br /&gt;rather, try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i find joy in my situation right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weak forces.&lt;br /&gt;they are what's left.&lt;br /&gt;and they hold me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would probably just fade away,&lt;br /&gt;should they let go one day.&lt;br /&gt;but that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's what they're here for.&lt;br /&gt;and, for one.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful music will never die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just sit here,&lt;br /&gt;waiting as always.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for that one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the sun will smile upon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7902161825552328931?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7902161825552328931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7902161825552328931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/06/too.html' title='too'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8892542820330559178</id><published>2009-05-29T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:43:57.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>by popular demand.&lt;br /&gt;three more lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to appease your hungry souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8892542820330559178?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8892542820330559178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8892542820330559178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/05/well_29.html' title='well'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3966731044245116648</id><published>2009-05-25T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:52:17.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>with a one-liner.&lt;br /&gt;its time to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time to start all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3966731044245116648?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3966731044245116648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3966731044245116648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/05/well.html' title='well'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1840979920382081337</id><published>2009-05-11T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:30:17.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>further</title><content type='html'>what a sober day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess now.&lt;br /&gt;something really needs to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its time.&lt;br /&gt;time to shift everything one big round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because by figuring out what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have a little bit more hope to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe everyone was right.&lt;br /&gt;or i'm just giving in to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;all that matters is what i do right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1840979920382081337?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1840979920382081337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1840979920382081337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/05/further.html' title='further'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8005469119089420088</id><published>2009-05-05T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:22:57.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-05-04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-05-04.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust is a fragile thing.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes its a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad.&lt;br /&gt;everything isn't this nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why the "sometimes" is there.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't denote a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it denotes a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;and miracles don't exist on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall just give up for now.&lt;br /&gt;and look neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for its the only thing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;and halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is much better than not there at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8005469119089420088?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8005469119089420088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8005469119089420088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/05/fall.html' title='fall'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-2216526723878755111</id><published>2009-05-04T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:18:42.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-05-03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 737px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-05-03.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-2216526723878755111?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2216526723878755111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2216526723878755111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/05/waft.html' title='waft'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5192466366382294890</id><published>2009-04-26T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:43:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-04-26.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 737px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-04-26.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only it could really happen.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people need people.&lt;br /&gt;and people change people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people resist change.&lt;br /&gt;and people resist people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what draws everything here,&lt;br /&gt;and everything away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it is not what i think it is.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i should stop wondering.&lt;br /&gt;and get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to the grey world i shall go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5192466366382294890?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5192466366382294890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5192466366382294890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7288446279239590461</id><published>2009-04-21T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:33:02.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>what was the point in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the process of thinking up of a password.&lt;br /&gt;as well as pondering about other meaningless nothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's nothing left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Looking back...lost in wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Will I be pretty when I'm grown&lt;br /&gt;When my teddy bears and toys give way&lt;br /&gt;To going to school and boys&lt;br /&gt;Will I have one of my own ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he be strong&lt;br /&gt;Tue and faithful, right or wrong and will...&lt;br /&gt;Will he take me where the grown-ups always go&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror tell me if you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Wedding day...lost in satin&lt;br /&gt;You watch you life flashing through&lt;br /&gt;Will it be like a storybook rhyme&lt;br /&gt;One last look and the preacher says it's time&lt;br /&gt;Time to say I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he be strong&lt;br /&gt;Tue and faithful, right or wrong and if...&lt;br /&gt;If I have doubts, will he say it isn't so&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror tell me if you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Looking back…lost in wonder&lt;br /&gt;She feels her mummy’s gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re thinking girl and…&lt;br /&gt;I can’t guarantee a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you this much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he be strong,&lt;br /&gt;True and faithful, right or wrong and if…&lt;br /&gt;If he is like your daddy’s been to me&lt;br /&gt;You won’t need that mirror, girl you’ll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7288446279239590461?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7288446279239590461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7288446279239590461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html' title='well'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6772398529359397506</id><published>2009-04-16T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:43:38.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-04-16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-04-16.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;just goes to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there is hope for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6772398529359397506?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6772398529359397506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6772398529359397506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling.html' title='feeling'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1389947043285856358</id><published>2009-04-14T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:50:36.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>major rescheduling underway.&lt;br /&gt;that means i probably get more time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the world deems productive.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the talk was right.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe the majority is right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conform i must.&lt;br /&gt;and conform i shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1389947043285856358?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1389947043285856358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1389947043285856358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3324248402243905528</id><published>2009-04-08T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:48:50.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intangible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-04-08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-04-08.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;who knows again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinfest for the filler.&lt;br /&gt;because i can't get anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the world in a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;and that's all i need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time for a short change of plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3324248402243905528?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3324248402243905528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3324248402243905528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/04/intangible.html' title='intangible'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8036967296083748540</id><published>2009-04-03T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:29:34.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reluctant</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows what i'm going to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8036967296083748540?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8036967296083748540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8036967296083748540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/04/reluctant.html' title='reluctant'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3521152157503519750</id><published>2009-03-23T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:40:29.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>branch</title><content type='html'>edit: +sinfest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-03-22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 750px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-03-22.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/ScePu92ej8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OHjK-YPA548/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/ScePu92ej8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OHjK-YPA548/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316375922173972418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;what i haven't been waiting for is now here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can only treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although technically it's meant to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;but there will be one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day when it will fade from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;it's still a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it won't die out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following emotions is a silly thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess one will still learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see a long winding path.&lt;br /&gt;and on its both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is lush.&lt;br /&gt;green grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will open up to a vast plain.&lt;br /&gt;which rustles when the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will stare at the borderless sight in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that this really was what i was meant to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3521152157503519750?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3521152157503519750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3521152157503519750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/branch.html' title='branch'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/ScePu92ej8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OHjK-YPA548/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5705926007993030614</id><published>2009-03-18T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:03:51.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gameinformer.com/NR/rdonlyres/BBD90755-D289-429A-9B4C-A4322FB44313/17881/gi_bioshock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:4px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 478px;" src="http://gameinformer.com/NR/rdonlyres/BBD90755-D289-429A-9B4C-A4322FB44313/17881/gi_bioshock2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get to it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;this year. probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;and my work won't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5705926007993030614?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5705926007993030614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5705926007993030614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastination.html' title='procrastination'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4954498486777766963</id><published>2009-03-15T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:52:54.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confirmation</title><content type='html'>and so it shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;and so it shall end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i have no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day the sun will come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4954498486777766963?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4954498486777766963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4954498486777766963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/confirmation.html' title='confirmation'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4087576841048719530</id><published>2009-03-12T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:24:47.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last</title><content type='html'>and so it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;for just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lives will change for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;before we realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it was all just a breather.&lt;br /&gt;and the time to get back to work would be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we will treasure this moment.&lt;br /&gt;because i think quite realistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;we won't have the chance to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we might.&lt;br /&gt;but it'll get harder all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so treasure it we will.&lt;br /&gt;and after it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will look back at it one day.&lt;br /&gt;and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for we spent that time well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very, very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4087576841048719530?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4087576841048719530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4087576841048719530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/last.html' title='last'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7010827177834314188</id><published>2009-03-11T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:57:03.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close</title><content type='html'>because.&lt;br /&gt;soon it shall be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the hopeful reunion.&lt;br /&gt;and then the parting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only the future was this easy to read into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;it just shows the amount of interest i have in accomplishing the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something tells me i might still get a decent grade anyway.&lt;br /&gt;after all it's just common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only the future was this easy to read into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i will still try.&lt;br /&gt;and hope that what i want to achieve in will achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i will start working harder.&lt;br /&gt;in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then perhaps it will.&lt;br /&gt;all go smooth sailing from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only the future was this easy to read into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a big world out there.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how i will survive on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7010827177834314188?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7010827177834314188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7010827177834314188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/close.html' title='close'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7051960278064862449</id><published>2009-03-08T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:53:35.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infatuation</title><content type='html'>maybe it was just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the day draws nearer.&lt;br /&gt;i can only look as it will eventually pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if only i could get my hands on one of those butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they'll still fly when i get the chance to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the timing is conventional though.&lt;br /&gt;they should do it like the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it will be all the more wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon the weekend will be over again.&lt;br /&gt;and we shall return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until it comes back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likewise.&lt;br /&gt;i shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this is only one thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;as if there are any others more important than it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all the more.&lt;br /&gt;the time will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall wait for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7051960278064862449?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7051960278064862449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7051960278064862449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/infatuation.html' title='infatuation'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8372722387993167728</id><published>2009-03-05T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:20:02.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-03-05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-03-05.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the fourth panel is something&lt;br /&gt;like what i'm doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be the end of the working week again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i will still work through the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;but with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8372722387993167728?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8372722387993167728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8372722387993167728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-2803335184690763050</id><published>2009-03-04T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:32:13.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-03-04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-03-04.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got to get that message home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-2803335184690763050?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2803335184690763050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2803335184690763050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/stone.html' title='stone'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3211041571410621392</id><published>2009-03-02T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:35:49.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-03-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 857px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-03-01.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didn't they realise.&lt;br /&gt;that what they wished for the most was right beside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i shall just give up now.&lt;br /&gt;because maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;so i can only hold those feelings back in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait for someone to walk by again.&lt;br /&gt;and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live in such a fast moving world.&lt;br /&gt;little do they know that while they cut down their trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right beside them lies pastures of green.&lt;br /&gt;with every sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;and finally realise what they have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will show it to them.&lt;br /&gt;although i myself haven't seen it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i will find it before all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is love&lt;br /&gt;Love to the loveless shown&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;Is made of stone&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to see you, clearly&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna take it back&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that&lt;br /&gt;You're the target that I'm aiming at&lt;br /&gt;Can i get that message home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is love&lt;br /&gt;My song is love unknown,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on fire for you, clearly&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna take it back&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that&lt;br /&gt;You're the target that I'm aiming at&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nothing on my own&lt;br /&gt;Got to get that message home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna leave it until it's much too late&lt;br /&gt;On a platform, I'm gonna stand and say&lt;br /&gt;That I'm nothing on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is love, is love unknown?&lt;br /&gt;And I've got to get that message home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the beautiful things in this world.&lt;br /&gt;cannot match up to the beauty of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why we can do all this.&lt;br /&gt;well, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just best to remain in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3211041571410621392?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3211041571410621392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3211041571410621392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/03/crisis.html' title='crisis'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8053227418790702246</id><published>2009-02-23T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:01:25.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SaK5MMIahjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DqfpQWJEhWs/s1600-h/MHOF.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SaK5MMIahjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DqfpQWJEhWs/s400/MHOF.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006930061952562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot about this.&lt;br /&gt;one of the epics that happened only after we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;(although i'd like to think we haven't really yet done so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it makes us value this all the more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just let it stay.&lt;br /&gt;a little longer like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;I sigh all alone&lt;br /&gt;How’s everyone?&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not like me&lt;br /&gt;So stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;My true self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the broad earth, a single seed&lt;br /&gt;Extended its roots&lt;br /&gt;And bore fruit that was still unripe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit wants to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;And turn orange-colored&lt;br /&gt;Basking in your light&lt;br /&gt;My ideals and dreams only expand&lt;br /&gt;Notice me, hey&lt;br /&gt;I tried to eat&lt;br /&gt;An orange today, too&lt;br /&gt;But it was still sour and I cried&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s unlike me to leave any behind&lt;br /&gt;I ate it all&lt;br /&gt;I loved it; I felt like crying&lt;br /&gt;I loved it; I loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they’re similar, they’re different&lt;br /&gt;Mandarins and oranges&lt;br /&gt;Friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;And our two hearts, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;So I fled&lt;br /&gt;When I did that, not even light&lt;br /&gt;Would shine upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re miracles, right?&lt;br /&gt;Encounters and love&lt;br /&gt;Seeds and buds&lt;br /&gt;Even for the fruit that was still unripe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color orange makes me recall&lt;br /&gt;The sunset glow that I saw&lt;br /&gt;On that day&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if our two shadows&lt;br /&gt;Held hands together&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if the oranges&lt;br /&gt;Would turn sweet someday&lt;br /&gt;Or would they wither?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to learn of my future&lt;br /&gt;So I ate it all&lt;br /&gt;It was sour…&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, but I felt like crying&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, so I felt like crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit wants to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;And turn orange-colored&lt;br /&gt;Basking in your light&lt;br /&gt;My ideals and dreams only expand&lt;br /&gt;Notice me, hey&lt;br /&gt;I tried to eat&lt;br /&gt;An orange today, too&lt;br /&gt;But again, it was sour and I cried&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s unlike me to leave any behind&lt;br /&gt;I ate it all; I loved it&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying; I loved it&lt;br /&gt;I loved it&lt;br /&gt;I loved it; so sour&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying; I loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;なけると。&lt;br /&gt;好きだよ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8053227418790702246?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8053227418790702246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8053227418790702246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/flame.html' title='flame'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SaK5MMIahjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DqfpQWJEhWs/s72-c/MHOF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-2122090455244857025</id><published>2009-02-22T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:45:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 788px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-22.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this will become very relevant in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.merrilltheatres.net/MoviePostersCurrent/slumdog-millionaire_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 592px;" src="http://www.merrilltheatres.net/MoviePostersCurrent/slumdog-millionaire_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the movie.&lt;br /&gt;it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is that cruel.&lt;br /&gt;and it showed that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because there is always.&lt;br /&gt;a sacrifice for a greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the good gets greater.&lt;br /&gt;and the goods before it sacrificed for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so know that.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how great the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is what one will do.&lt;br /&gt;to chase after his destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because destiny won't come to you.&lt;br /&gt;and instead it will be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you who will run towards it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-2122090455244857025?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2122090455244857025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2122090455244857025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/bow.html' title='bow'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3984824739160262992</id><published>2009-02-16T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:46:57.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darkness</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i don't feel like writing anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of mine some day you will die&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be close behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white&lt;br /&gt;Just our hands clasped so tight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the hint of a spark&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule&lt;br /&gt;I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black&lt;br /&gt;And I held my tongue as she told me&lt;br /&gt;"Son fear is the heart of love"&lt;br /&gt;So I never went back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me have seen everything to see&lt;br /&gt;From Bangkok to Calgary&lt;br /&gt;And the soles of your shoes are all worn down&lt;br /&gt;The time for sleep is now&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to cry about&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll hold each other soon&lt;br /&gt;The blackest of rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3984824739160262992?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3984824739160262992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3984824739160262992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/darkness.html' title='darkness'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-2052243163523385499</id><published>2009-02-15T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:27:41.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 861px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-15.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for there is this slight possibility.&lt;br /&gt;that it might even end tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for without material.&lt;br /&gt;there is no power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and without power.&lt;br /&gt;you can't change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and without change.&lt;br /&gt;everything shall stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same that you didn't wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my heart shall not waver.&lt;br /&gt;i shall keep it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how big the insecurity that may overshadow me.&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue shining that light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for with determination and a heart that never wavers.&lt;br /&gt;i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is not wavering.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about how.&lt;br /&gt;how to get out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting so many times against fate.&lt;br /&gt;and losing every single battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are my chances now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will still fight.&lt;br /&gt;for when the one you hold dearest in your heart appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will shout out.&lt;br /&gt;and clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how low the odds.&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you did it for her.&lt;br /&gt;and then you will realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it was fated from the start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-2052243163523385499?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2052243163523385499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2052243163523385499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/trigger.html' title='trigger'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-8338842493915754393</id><published>2009-02-14T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:01:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through</title><content type='html'>and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one minute before.&lt;br /&gt;everything is calm.&lt;br /&gt;and everything is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;various ideas passing through.&lt;br /&gt;none of them making sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;it's the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's taking over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hope nothing yet, child.&lt;br /&gt;for there is still a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;and there is still a distance to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you shall continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walk you will.&lt;br /&gt;towards only one destination.&lt;br /&gt;because without that destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your life will have no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then with determination.&lt;br /&gt;and a heart that never wavers.&lt;br /&gt;you will reach that destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you can smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it shall be returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all will be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-8338842493915754393?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8338842493915754393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/8338842493915754393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/through.html' title='through'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-416914627351516637</id><published>2009-02-13T19:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:47:39.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vibe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-13.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too.&lt;br /&gt;want inexpensive ramen to tide these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of class.&lt;br /&gt;has been alright i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day normal but this one.&lt;br /&gt;with some logic, i figure out a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that were once invisible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i only have one chance.&lt;br /&gt;and this chance i shall use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;because you don't normally get a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you shouldn't fall back on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be the best one after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked you home most days&lt;br /&gt;to beat the traffic after class&lt;br /&gt;with all my best intentions.&lt;br /&gt;But when the weather changed,&lt;br /&gt;like fine print, you were hard to read.&lt;br /&gt;Blind-folded, eyes wide open,&lt;br /&gt;staring through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard the words that were spoken,&lt;br /&gt;with the rumored nights, with the rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought the whispers were true ‘til now…&lt;br /&gt;I saw things that I shouldn’t have tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I know now what I couldn’t have,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone too far to turn it back&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone too far to turn it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed you home halfway,&lt;br /&gt;over the fence to your backyard,&lt;br /&gt;with all my best intentions.&lt;br /&gt;And through your window frame,&lt;br /&gt;outstretched and lying on your bed,&lt;br /&gt;Blind-folded, eyes wide open,&lt;br /&gt;staring through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard the words that were spoken,&lt;br /&gt;with the rumored nights, with the rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;I never look at you like i used to now&lt;br /&gt;I saw things that I shouldn’t have tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I know now what I couldn’t have,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone too far to turn it back&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone too far to turn it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninvited, no one knows&lt;br /&gt;how much I care, how bad you are,&lt;br /&gt;How good we’d be, but you won’t let me in&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight I’m leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard the words that were spoken,&lt;br /&gt;with the rumored nights, with the rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought the whispers were true ‘til now…&lt;br /&gt;I saw things that I shouldn’t have tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I know now what I couldn’t have,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone too far to turn it back&lt;br /&gt;I saw things that I shouldn’t have tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I know now what I couldn’t have,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone too far to turn it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked you home most days&lt;br /&gt;I had the best intentions&lt;br /&gt;I walked you home most days&lt;br /&gt;I had the best intentions&lt;br /&gt;I walked you home most days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-416914627351516637?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/416914627351516637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/416914627351516637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/vibe.html' title='vibe'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3655283206874427467</id><published>2009-02-12T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:58:43.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 144px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-12.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reduced to ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a time to slot my homework in.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise it'll be a new week before i even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'll find it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.&lt;br /&gt;gathering notes and.&lt;br /&gt;trading them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows how this will work.&lt;br /&gt;well it will help.&lt;br /&gt;as long as we believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally.&lt;br /&gt;on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;another ordinary sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with a link.&lt;br /&gt;to the glorious past.&lt;br /&gt;we shall live it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with much laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sun rises to set.&lt;br /&gt;and the moon is what's left of it.&lt;br /&gt;won't you come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch the moon filled sky with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;and i know what to get now.&lt;br /&gt;i just need a pinch of timing.&lt;br /&gt;and a bit of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that dream will come so very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost there now.&lt;br /&gt;with that chance presented to me.&lt;br /&gt;by this extreme stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3655283206874427467?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3655283206874427467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3655283206874427467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/step.html' title='step'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1662765368626938355</id><published>2009-02-11T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:48:52.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moon</title><content type='html'>more lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;for there's nothing better to put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly and surely.&lt;br /&gt;day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we will go.&lt;br /&gt;and there we will stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring at the eclipsing moon.&lt;br /&gt;whilst holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, and my delight&lt;br /&gt;I saw sunrise, I saw sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds burst to show daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah on this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I realise&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot live without&lt;br /&gt;Ooh come apart without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hill top, on a sky-rise&lt;br /&gt;Like a first born child&lt;br /&gt;On a full day, and a full flight&lt;br /&gt;Defeat darkness, breaking daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah on this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I realise&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot live without&lt;br /&gt;Ooh come apart without&lt;br /&gt;Daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly breaking through the daylight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1662765368626938355?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1662765368626938355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1662765368626938355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/moon.html' title='moon'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4838254402424344634</id><published>2009-02-09T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:42:35.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 126px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-02-09.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have been spamming too many song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;so that shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just find something to.&lt;br /&gt;talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been fine.&lt;br /&gt;if you take today only.&lt;br /&gt;not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just doesn't stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;for things change.&lt;br /&gt;and other things will change with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people hate change.&lt;br /&gt;but they are the very beings who.&lt;br /&gt;created change itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all.&lt;br /&gt;it is because of change that.&lt;br /&gt;we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is because of change.&lt;br /&gt;that the world is.&lt;br /&gt;in disaster and turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is because of change.&lt;br /&gt;that we try.&lt;br /&gt;to save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the calendar says my luck tomorrow is average.&lt;br /&gt;average.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is what i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with a bit of change.&lt;br /&gt;and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then maybe the winds of fate.&lt;br /&gt;will tear a crack open in the cave.&lt;br /&gt;and a beam will shine through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4838254402424344634?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4838254402424344634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4838254402424344634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginnings.html' title='beginnings'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-828958714290134510</id><published>2009-02-08T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:43:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop</title><content type='html'>realise in that a short time.&lt;br /&gt;we will return back to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or what will be the normal.&lt;br /&gt;in the majority's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Was letting go not taking part&lt;br /&gt;Was the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;And the strangest thing&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for that bell to ring&lt;br /&gt;It was the strangest start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Was letting go not taking part&lt;br /&gt;You really broke my heart, oh&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to sing&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't think of anything&lt;br /&gt;And that was the hardest part, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;You left the sweetest taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;You're a silver lining the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, is, wrong&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;It just comes undone&lt;br /&gt;And everything is torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thats the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-828958714290134510?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/828958714290134510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/828958714290134510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/stop-realise-in-that-short-time.html' title='stop'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4874961415271445376</id><published>2009-02-08T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:43:11.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lining</title><content type='html'>and that is the end of the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for reality is cruel to those without talent.&lt;br /&gt;but when one overcomes this lack of talent.&lt;br /&gt;with hard, hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then perhaps the sky will be filled.&lt;br /&gt;with the light of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when that ray of light.&lt;br /&gt;pierces in through the pitch black darkness.&lt;br /&gt;i will reach out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and grab it.&lt;br /&gt;on my first try.&lt;br /&gt;and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my first try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4874961415271445376?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4874961415271445376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4874961415271445376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/lining-and-that-is-end-of-beginning.html' title='lining'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6341576907751134872</id><published>2009-02-03T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:50:44.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ray</title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;is the day of great rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;one shall stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walk straight ahead.&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what he might collide with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that eventually.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bruised and injured he may become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will emerge out.&lt;br /&gt;into the brilliant light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there he will stand.&lt;br /&gt;and look at everything with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the effort was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;and against all odds he made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is the tribulation of this young man.&lt;br /&gt;for today is the day he fights against his worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is none other than himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for in the pitch black surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;where he cannot see his five fingers outstretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will continue to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today is a day of rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;and a final chance to seek something on higher ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one more time.&lt;br /&gt;one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is what he has got now.&lt;br /&gt;and that chance he shall use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with great effort and emotion.&lt;br /&gt;he struggles on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;where he'll come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the light is the day that has gone past.&lt;br /&gt;and the light is the sunrise that is approaching fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone is the emotion of the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;now hope is the only thing leading the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk wherever he might and wherever he may.&lt;br /&gt;the darkness shall always stand in his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with determination and a heart that doesn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;that darkness might relent soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and clear a path for him to move.&lt;br /&gt;for a ray of light is shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and towards that ray of light he'll go.&lt;br /&gt;should he emerge what a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky is filled with the light of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;and within it all that's happened so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there the man will stare with awe.&lt;br /&gt;his heart will be still and filled one with song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song that has captured him through time.&lt;br /&gt;with grace and tragedy it speaks a rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of love and a pure heart so clear.&lt;br /&gt;that overrides any hate or fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he comes to realize.&lt;br /&gt;it has been with him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he shall treasure it in his heart from now.&lt;br /&gt;for it is by this that he can bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say a word of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;for this is the last chance that he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he shall use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6341576907751134872?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6341576907751134872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6341576907751134872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/02/ray-today.html' title='ray'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7776466844414002079</id><published>2009-01-30T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:50:40.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reach</title><content type='html'>i just hope.&lt;br /&gt;i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more time.&lt;br /&gt;one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.&lt;br /&gt;i will try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not something i regret though.&lt;br /&gt;because after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two years.&lt;br /&gt;have been the two most fantastic years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my small life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see&lt;br /&gt;A spider web is tangled up with me&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my head&lt;br /&gt;And thought of all the stupid things I'd said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, what's this?&lt;br /&gt;A spider web and I'm caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;So I turned to run&lt;br /&gt;And thought of all the stupid things I'd done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to cause you trouble&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I, well if I ever caused you trouble&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I never meant to do you harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see&lt;br /&gt;A spider web and it's me in the middle&lt;br /&gt;So I twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;But here am I in my little bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing and I never meant to cause you trouble&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I, well if I ever caused you trouble&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I never meant to do you harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7776466844414002079?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7776466844414002079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7776466844414002079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/01/reach-i-just-hope.html' title='reach'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5907616203172228186</id><published>2009-01-25T23:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:50:51.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-01-25.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 650px;" src="http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2009-01-25.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been awhile since i did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because sometimes just sitting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more than enough for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days go by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;like i said in a history that has long gone past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i.&lt;br /&gt;can do what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sit here.&lt;br /&gt;as i watch people walk past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i am stationary.&lt;br /&gt;just that i move slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and take time to enjoy the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;which unfolds beyond the dust that settles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we shall repeat this all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and still enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for we will remember.&lt;br /&gt;and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5907616203172228186?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5907616203172228186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5907616203172228186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/01/risk-been-awhile-since-i-did-this.html' title='risk'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4577738557855193998</id><published>2009-01-22T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:51:04.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>integrity</title><content type='html'>my mom speaks to me about.&lt;br /&gt;bias and prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;and why it can exist in places most unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;because for many years i've been kept in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;staying happy at the sight of my parents' smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a few years now.&lt;br /&gt;and i have long known the true side of who i thought.&lt;br /&gt;were at least kind in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;i will still smile when my parents do.&lt;br /&gt;because they have worked hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling a lie is an easy thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;keeping a lie is not so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i don't find it to be bad in any way.&lt;br /&gt;in fact.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;i might just start working hard.&lt;br /&gt;to at least let them know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their son can do whatever he says he wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let those fools know.&lt;br /&gt;you picked the right person to lavish on.&lt;br /&gt;now regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and regret it hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because revenge is not what i seek for.&lt;br /&gt;it is redemption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4577738557855193998?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4577738557855193998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4577738557855193998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/01/integrity-my-mom-speaks-to-me-about.html' title='integrity'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6440602830329589452</id><published>2009-01-17T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:51:10.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absence</title><content type='html'>in essence.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the days drag along.&lt;br /&gt;so eventually time will come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life will go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but letting it stay like this for a little while longer.&lt;br /&gt;is perhaps a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for in the end.&lt;br /&gt;everything will stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or return to what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we can all sit down together.&lt;br /&gt;and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of what exactly we did with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for pondering about existence is just another of humanity's unsolved questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6440602830329589452?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6440602830329589452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6440602830329589452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/01/absence-in-essence.html' title='absence'/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5161781200913905948</id><published>2009-01-12T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:12:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;listen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;for as long as i hear it playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day we all know that.&lt;br /&gt;we shall meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that no matter how far the hands of fate might pull us apart.&lt;br /&gt;there will always be a crossroad that will bring us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i shall turn around.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that was dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;memories that will now only reside in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there is nothing left to say.&lt;br /&gt;because we all know together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what this will all become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that i say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;it's a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.&lt;br /&gt;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably a silly thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;but if it really happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try harder this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;even if i'll have to wait a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will wait with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what is a day to an eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is a day to a second without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;oh winds of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it be your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not asking for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to make one happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and through all these inevitabilities.&lt;br /&gt;accidents.&lt;br /&gt;and my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the miracle i dream of might just come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about the material result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's that i know.&lt;br /&gt;that it's time to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to ask once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5161781200913905948?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5161781200913905948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5161781200913905948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/01/listen-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-4935934629687160608</id><published>2009-01-10T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:21:59.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;refresh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else have i left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;just a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll all be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just sit here and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because waiting is all i could do.&lt;br /&gt;it's still the only thing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one day the result will come at the end of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-4935934629687160608?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4935934629687160608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/4935934629687160608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/01/refresh-what-else-have-i-left-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5958469857301470378</id><published>2009-01-01T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:49:43.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;drag&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for the date.&lt;br /&gt;it shall be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing has changed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;so onward and forward i shall continue to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onward and forward i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5958469857301470378?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5958469857301470378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5958469857301470378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2009/01/drag-and-just-for-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-2261493884966829061</id><published>2008-12-31T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:25:21.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;bang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so come the final minutes before the glorious ending.&lt;br /&gt;not too glorious, but still.&lt;br /&gt;it shall be glorious all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as with 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the class.&lt;br /&gt;4.4 Ezra 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two years are forever irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;forever unable to be duplicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet these two short years have thus come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;we might want to continue as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but from now on, the fact is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;we will go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, it was fate that brought us all here.&lt;br /&gt;so is there any reason for us to continue staying the way we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;and they don't let us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;a deep impression has been left in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite how unfriendly,&lt;br /&gt;ignorant,&lt;br /&gt;aggressive,&lt;br /&gt;crazy,&lt;br /&gt;and uninterested you might have been towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end.&lt;br /&gt;you can't do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ariel&lt;br /&gt;in essence, someone who can play along with whatever insanity you throw at him.&lt;br /&gt;yet he stays sane.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for even though you weren't a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;a friend is a friend nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Austyn Yong&lt;br /&gt;in essence.&lt;br /&gt;actually.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for your passive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;for you are still a friend in the end.&lt;br /&gt;despite what everyone else thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Benjamin Kee&lt;br /&gt;three years. oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;but now that we're all off on our own.&lt;br /&gt;i can hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;try not to screw up now.&lt;br /&gt;and here are my thanks.&lt;br /&gt;for the many times we stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;for the many times we laughed (mostly at you).&lt;br /&gt;for the many times you helped me out, which given your expertise i am not worthy of at all.&lt;br /&gt;and for being the same no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;although of course, changing for the better is always.&lt;br /&gt;better.&lt;br /&gt;no matter who you become in the future.&lt;br /&gt;you are you.&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;and so, my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;i fear, with the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;we will eventually part.&lt;br /&gt;and part we will.&lt;br /&gt;with a smile that will fade with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Nick Chan&lt;br /&gt;always one to be silly.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this doesn't happen to you from now on.&lt;br /&gt;but the world is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;so this is your chance.&lt;br /&gt;so i wish you all the best with it.&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;you will have succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Chandra&lt;br /&gt;more indo insanity.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;someone who shares it.&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dickxon&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;uninterested maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end.&lt;br /&gt;being neutral is better than being hated.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you for.&lt;br /&gt;whoever you choose yourself to be.&lt;br /&gt;because there is no one else even one bit close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Edward Doong&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;we pretty much share interests.&lt;br /&gt;and talk about pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can somewhat forgive.&lt;br /&gt;the times where i get frustrated over your&lt;br /&gt;repetitive ways.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a bit more patience was what could have done it.&lt;br /&gt;but time can't turn itself back.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't want it to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;because we still remain good friends.&lt;br /&gt;so i hope it can stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;after all.&lt;br /&gt;we still have some random stuff to work together on.&lt;br /&gt;and given the situation.&lt;br /&gt;we might still meet out of something.&lt;br /&gt;so perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;but the time will come.&lt;br /&gt;so if and when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;i only wish you will stay the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;because if you can still make us friends as your unique self.&lt;br /&gt;why can't you with anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;so keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;for you will always be you.&lt;br /&gt;as i see and as i will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Elsufyan&lt;br /&gt;well. perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;we might have been better friends if we shared that interest.&lt;br /&gt;strategy.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i am not so enthusiastic in that.&lt;br /&gt;but you are a good friend nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;so i can only wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Jack Ho&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how i ended up with you for four years.&lt;br /&gt;but now the time has come to part.&lt;br /&gt;oh finally.&lt;br /&gt;jokes aside, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for your enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;and the drama that unfolded every time you spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Pradnya&lt;br /&gt;i was tempted to type out the whole name.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;another indo.&lt;br /&gt;who can take as much of my silly acts as much as i can take his.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for making our lives brighter in your small way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Iskandar&lt;br /&gt;what a joker.&lt;br /&gt;is all i can think.&lt;br /&gt;and indeed.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time you end up laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;as long as it keeps anyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;so keep the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;for people like it.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure you know that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Jeffri&lt;br /&gt;yet another.&lt;br /&gt;indo who can take my insanity as much as i can his.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the funky dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;the harvest moon.&lt;br /&gt;and all that talk about jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Tim Lau&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;slight bit hostility perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;not that i was very quiet in response.&lt;br /&gt;but you are unique in your way.&lt;br /&gt;or trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you really don't try out one of your plans on someone.&lt;br /&gt;because everybody is special in their way and doesn't deserve to die at the expense of another one's pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;so keep it this way.&lt;br /&gt;and it'll all be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Gerard Lee&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;i do not understand why i have known you for four years.&lt;br /&gt;but your attitude hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;i can't say keeping it that way is for any good.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it's not me who has to tell you to realize.&lt;br /&gt;what has been going around you.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;i can only wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;and that by pure luck you may be saved.&lt;br /&gt;and then you will realize.&lt;br /&gt;for you will have no so-called luck left by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Shaun Lin&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;another unique style.&lt;br /&gt;is what perhaps keeps us going.&lt;br /&gt;plus a post-end line for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;because that's only where you seem to come in.&lt;br /&gt;but as an intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;you are valued. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;to me, though.&lt;br /&gt;a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;who will play along.&lt;br /&gt;for the both of our increased laughter.&lt;br /&gt;in the end.&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;you may change.&lt;br /&gt;but you are still you.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you, finally.&lt;br /&gt;for the recurring jokes.&lt;br /&gt;voicing your desire.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, your passion.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it might come true.&lt;br /&gt;but the world is a cruel place.&lt;br /&gt;so who knows.&lt;br /&gt;just know that in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i am still your friend.&lt;br /&gt;and a good one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Andy Loo&lt;br /&gt;someone i knew from way back.&lt;br /&gt;i had always admired your talents since then.&lt;br /&gt;and now.&lt;br /&gt;you like to joke around.&lt;br /&gt;but the courtesy and respect does not fade.&lt;br /&gt;and at that i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Reuben Wong&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was more of my fault.&lt;br /&gt;but either way.&lt;br /&gt;you have played along.&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;and the laughter you brought everyone.&lt;br /&gt;for the chess that everyone else played.&lt;br /&gt;and group of people you brought together with it.&lt;br /&gt;those were good times.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure you will continue this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Rheza&lt;br /&gt;always a bit mysterious in terms of reaction.&lt;br /&gt;but you play along at my silliness as well.&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;and also the jokes you bring.&lt;br /&gt;for they were special in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Ricky&lt;br /&gt;perhaps more passive.&lt;br /&gt;but when you get excited.&lt;br /&gt;it becomes a chaos.&lt;br /&gt;in a good sense.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Russell See&lt;br /&gt;you were entertaining in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;and the courtesy, too, didn't fade.&lt;br /&gt;so i can only wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;and that perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;just perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;you can stay like that.&lt;br /&gt;because after all, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;you will be happiest when you can be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Ryan Cheok&lt;br /&gt;entertaining in your own way too.&lt;br /&gt;if only you were more open.&lt;br /&gt;but it's fine either way.&lt;br /&gt;for our time is up.&lt;br /&gt;so i can only wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Ryan Foo&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we started talking.&lt;br /&gt;it all started with a similar interest.&lt;br /&gt;who knew what happened then.&lt;br /&gt;and then something else grew.&lt;br /&gt;and soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;everyday we spent as friends.&lt;br /&gt;great friends.&lt;br /&gt;like edward.&lt;br /&gt;you are unique like that.&lt;br /&gt;and that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can go pair up with him and do a stand-up comedy.&lt;br /&gt;but that's only useless chatter.&lt;br /&gt;like what we did everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but every word came with enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;and shared with each other.&lt;br /&gt;each and every one of them were and still are precious.&lt;br /&gt;but now that interest is no more.&lt;br /&gt;and other attempts have sort of failed.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still sure.&lt;br /&gt;that we might stay like this.&lt;br /&gt;for you are working towards it after all.&lt;br /&gt;and i will look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;for you are an irreplaceable friend.&lt;br /&gt;just, and so ironically, like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Tan Chuanxi&lt;br /&gt;another person i knew.&lt;br /&gt;from oh so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;but now the time has come.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for your enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;and your friendliness towards me.&lt;br /&gt;your energy.&lt;br /&gt;that drove the class along.&lt;br /&gt;and continuing to play alongside me for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;even if it was out of laziness to find another partner.&lt;br /&gt;which i highly doubt.&lt;br /&gt;i treasure it greatly.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end.&lt;br /&gt;when you play with your friend.&lt;br /&gt;the music sounds the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Kai Wei&lt;br /&gt;passive.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;but still friendly.&lt;br /&gt;which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for being a part of it all.&lt;br /&gt;as with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;no one else can take that number from beside your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Tan Ti Wern&lt;br /&gt;hooray.&lt;br /&gt;i promised i would write something long.&lt;br /&gt;so long i will write.&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;you are, despite who you look to be.&lt;br /&gt;a very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;passionate.&lt;br /&gt;understanding.&lt;br /&gt;and mature.&lt;br /&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;yet you still put up with what childish things we do.&lt;br /&gt;and i thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;because it has brought us much joy.&lt;br /&gt;because you are special in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;and to us, that is a wonderful gift.&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for the times you didn't mind following us around.&lt;br /&gt;for the times we all sat around in the bus and talked all kinds of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;dropping history was a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you didn't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;because i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;and as the days drag along.&lt;br /&gt;you may not end up the ti wern we all have come to know.&lt;br /&gt;but you will still be you.&lt;br /&gt;and to me, a precious friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Brian Tan&lt;br /&gt;quiet at first.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end.&lt;br /&gt;a random.&lt;br /&gt;and fun guy to be with.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the fun times could have lasted longer.&lt;br /&gt;but this is more or less the end.&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for being the friend you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Nathaniel Toh&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;i do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;how someone like you would come to even notice someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;your friendliness and courtesy prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;it's wonderful to have a friend whom you think will never befriend you.&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you for making that highly unlikely situation come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Nick Wee&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;in the end.&lt;br /&gt;you still were nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;and for the laughs.&lt;br /&gt;as well as who you are in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Willie Quek&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;the friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;and the courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;prevail.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how crazy you can get sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;there will be no one who can get crazy like you.&lt;br /&gt;not by magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;but by what you do.&lt;br /&gt;so i wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;for you were a friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Wira&lt;br /&gt;quiet, passive perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;but never refusing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;never refusing to take an opportunity to talk.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for showing that friendly attitude.&lt;br /&gt;to someone you have barely known.&lt;br /&gt;yet over these two years.&lt;br /&gt;it persevered and.&lt;br /&gt;as we part.&lt;br /&gt;you will remain a friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;well what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;this is such an awesome person.&lt;br /&gt;words can't describe the awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am letting my ego get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;well that will be something to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;now on the new year's list.&lt;br /&gt;but this will be farewell to the me from then.&lt;br /&gt;for everyone will change in their own small way.&lt;br /&gt;or even big way.&lt;br /&gt;and what was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;will only become a memory.&lt;br /&gt;so to the me from then.&lt;br /&gt;i say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Melvin Yuen&lt;br /&gt;i never considered myself to have a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;but in reality.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was just denial.&lt;br /&gt;perception is what makes the reality.&lt;br /&gt;so in majority human terms.&lt;br /&gt;you were my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started.&lt;br /&gt;with a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;which in your personality.&lt;br /&gt;still produces and shoots at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it grew into something big.&lt;br /&gt;which blew up with no glory at all.&lt;br /&gt;and i was left standing there with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps all the comfort i had was to shout and scream.&lt;br /&gt;but at least you were there to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;for it is better than looking up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;and staring all my hate into the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which continued to shine so brightly.&lt;br /&gt;into the dimmest point of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that is all over now.&lt;br /&gt;and you haven't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday teasing and laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;laughing together at silly things we both do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other people it might be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;but to me, you wouldn't be my best friend if you didn't do all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;why do i tell you things i don't want you to hear.&lt;br /&gt;because if you did you'd just make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realized the reason for that a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;and it was because.&lt;br /&gt;when you are happy, i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as with all my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;we could continue along the road like this.&lt;br /&gt;but one day there will be a fork that will separate us.&lt;br /&gt;for there is no such thing as a life friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can only try to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;and the rest i will leave for the hand of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;because if we didn't hope in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;it would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you,&lt;br /&gt;for everything you are.&lt;br /&gt;too long to list out if i took a year writing this.&lt;br /&gt;because in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of you made a great part of me.&lt;br /&gt;and for that, i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;because who knows what i would become.&lt;br /&gt;if i had never met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Zachary Sim&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;the courtesy prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;and i made another friend.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the occasional joy.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Zakhran&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the joy you brought to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and the same, albeit a bit changed person.&lt;br /&gt;you were since i first met you.&lt;br /&gt;but friends we are.&lt;br /&gt;so let's remain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class might have just been a number and a name above a door.&lt;br /&gt;yet it was a living entity.&lt;br /&gt;unique and full of life in its own special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be no other group of people that will.&lt;br /&gt;act.&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and live.&lt;br /&gt;like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how we carried this out.&lt;br /&gt;i will forever remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parting is such sweet sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how far the winds of fate may tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our hearts, the bond will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i bid you all&lt;br /&gt;farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i will no longer look to the top.&lt;br /&gt;i look forward.&lt;br /&gt;and towards only one thing.&lt;br /&gt;i shall walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether i walk with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;or on my own.&lt;br /&gt;i know that i can't really&lt;br /&gt;expect anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no miracles exist in this world.&lt;br /&gt;only accidents and inevitabilities.&lt;br /&gt;and the actions that one takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will reach my hand out.&lt;br /&gt;and try to make that miracle happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you are ever so kind.&lt;br /&gt;ever so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i appreciate that oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;so i will keep walking towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the day i reach you.&lt;br /&gt;and we shall both say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and by the way, i am not talking about melvin in the last bit. repeat. i am not gay.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-2261493884966829061?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2261493884966829061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2261493884966829061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/12/bang-and-so-come-final-minutes-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6840378420786538939</id><published>2008-12-29T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:23:02.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;fantasy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SVgkm1TGsPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aN5O1cSOBmM/s1600-h/byousoku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SVgkm1TGsPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aN5O1cSOBmM/s400/byousoku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285014412280115442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;another dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time.&lt;br /&gt;most of it was again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it all seemed so real.&lt;br /&gt;especially at that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that part i would hold so dear to my memories.&lt;br /&gt;if it ever would come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't forgotten already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's time.&lt;br /&gt;to make some changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with a bit more patience.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in the end.&lt;br /&gt;all the nonsensical things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it'll be just two.&lt;br /&gt;sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the beautiful memory will unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;it's nearing the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can remember everyone's register.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because there will be an eventual farewell.&lt;br /&gt;and there will be an even more eventual reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will remind us.&lt;br /&gt;no matter who we are then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will remind us of who we were as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with a little work.&lt;br /&gt;and a little patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get there.&lt;br /&gt;and i will get there eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it'll break, it's precious.&lt;br /&gt;so it's okay if i lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because at least i kept it precious to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6840378420786538939?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6840378420786538939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6840378420786538939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/12/fantasy-bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SVgkm1TGsPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aN5O1cSOBmM/s72-c/byousoku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3604527833558425953</id><published>2008-12-24T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:45:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;shine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a short post before i continue my work.&lt;br /&gt;christmas.&lt;br /&gt;here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in the end.&lt;br /&gt;what really mattered was why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking last night on what to write on new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well soon enough it will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon enough i will write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why leaving things to the last minute comes naturally to me.&lt;br /&gt;just a part i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i will look at that beautiful picture.&lt;br /&gt;for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones, sinking like stones&lt;br /&gt;All that we fall for.&lt;br /&gt;Homes, places we’ve grown &lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones, sinking like stones&lt;br /&gt;All that we fought for.&lt;br /&gt;Homes, places we've grown&lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones, sinking like stones&lt;br /&gt;All that we fought for.&lt;br /&gt;And homes, places we've grown&lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all that I know&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here to run from.&lt;br /&gt;Cos yeah, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will be back off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3604527833558425953?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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too.&lt;br /&gt;but by chirstmas. well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of heckling and jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to master that which is the advanced.&lt;br /&gt;like i am making any sense anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it'll only make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much left to say, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the rest i shall leave.&lt;br /&gt;to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no more aiming for the top.&lt;br /&gt;because there will always be.&lt;br /&gt;someone else.&lt;br /&gt;who can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i aim forward.&lt;br /&gt;because walking in a straight line will never get you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;this winding path lies ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to walk on it alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1371551393279397543?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1371551393279397543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1371551393279397543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrapping-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5470424728188362083</id><published>2008-12-12T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:55:39.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;delay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't forget.&lt;br /&gt;but the late still means late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SUG1i7qtdZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8DPE1V1-D68/s1600-h/byousoku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SUG1i7qtdZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8DPE1V1-D68/s400/byousoku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278699849991943570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i best remember while i was over there.&lt;br /&gt;art can stretch to such wonders.&lt;br /&gt;and the people within it, reaching out so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still unable to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adding on the the sad realistic end.&lt;br /&gt;and the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;everything else was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work more or less done.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact i was lazing off even there.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, that's what its for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i shall leave.&lt;br /&gt;back to the battle and more work.&lt;br /&gt;for this wonderful piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be all we're left to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5470424728188362083?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5470424728188362083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5470424728188362083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/12/delay-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SUG1i7qtdZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8DPE1V1-D68/s72-c/byousoku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-9085373362852776052</id><published>2008-12-04T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:28:34.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;technical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;its about over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am on a frenzy. &lt;br /&gt;to regain lost xlate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figure if i work.&lt;br /&gt;nine hours a day for the next five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might just be able to finish this now overly large pile of papers i brought with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well.&lt;br /&gt;on another note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i think too hard.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it's now a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be the reason why i turn to gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;what else can i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like it's that bad a quality anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;the fields of grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the sun disappears beyond the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;darkness descends on this wide abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder what i am doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm speaking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that shall be all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. &lt;br /&gt;what brilliant fields of grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-9085373362852776052?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/9085373362852776052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/9085373362852776052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/12/technical-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7337386833322437261</id><published>2008-12-03T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:00:21.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning i was.&lt;br /&gt;thinking.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;what it would be like to write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my xlation is still.&lt;br /&gt;incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;better finish it before embarking on other silly aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess.&lt;br /&gt;that's what youth is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;all about. &lt;br /&gt;and what it's not about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke is rising&lt;br /&gt;from the houses.&lt;br /&gt;people burying their dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked somebody&lt;br /&gt;what the time was.&lt;br /&gt;but time doesn't matter to them, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people talking&lt;br /&gt;without speaking.&lt;br /&gt;trying to take what they can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked you&lt;br /&gt;if you remember.&lt;br /&gt;prospekt how could i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drums.&lt;br /&gt;here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you wish your life could be as simple&lt;br /&gt;as fish swimming around in a barrel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you've got the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i run.&lt;br /&gt;here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're just two little figures in a soup bowl&lt;br /&gt;trying to get behind a kind of control.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but i&lt;br /&gt;wasn't one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here i lie.&lt;br /&gt;on my own in a separate sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i lie.&lt;br /&gt;on my own on a separate sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;on my own, here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here i lie.&lt;br /&gt;on my own in a separate sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, behold.&lt;br /&gt;the fields of grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7337386833322437261?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7337386833322437261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7337386833322437261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-569743869890957917</id><published>2008-12-01T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:55:41.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;rememberance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br/&gt;oh.&lt;br/&gt;almost forgot.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;doesnt matter anyway.&lt;br/&gt;back to where i came from then.&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;/p&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/32510688-569743869890957917?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/569743869890957917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/569743869890957917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/12/b.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1118748564839512556</id><published>2008-12-01T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:18:32.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;longing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;tapping.&lt;br /&gt;but not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's been alright.&lt;br /&gt;so far.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one slight overusage.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll compensate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that shall be it.&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;br /&gt;for now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1118748564839512556?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1118748564839512556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1118748564839512556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/12/longing-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7241078876146535588</id><published>2008-11-27T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:11:03.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;leave&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yes.&lt;br /&gt;i will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can find some time.&lt;br /&gt;to come back for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will be back eventually.&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to say so.&lt;br /&gt;that's a done deal i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i will be off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7241078876146535588?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7241078876146535588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7241078876146535588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/11/leave-well-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-56394779952608775</id><published>2008-11-24T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:25:23.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;serenity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;all's quiet now.&lt;br /&gt;but it won't be soon before long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oukashou&lt;br /&gt;TENMON&lt;br /&gt;Byousoku 5 Centimeter Original Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;[00:22/4:51] [-|---------]   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never get sick of what has been with me.&lt;br /&gt;people come and people go.&lt;br /&gt;and eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just sit here and listen.&lt;br /&gt;and everything will come back.&lt;br /&gt;come back to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one day.&lt;br /&gt;what i have come to enjoy so much.&lt;br /&gt;will help those i wish to help as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;but no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it be.&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my resolve fails me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to come back here.&lt;br /&gt;to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come and people go.&lt;br /&gt;soon it will be time for us to go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;with a small token to remember that never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ill stand in the middle of this busy street.&lt;br /&gt;turn my head up and look into the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll wait for you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for at the crossroads people meet.&lt;br /&gt;brushing shoulders as they pass.&lt;br /&gt;but we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll turn around.&lt;br /&gt;and walk back down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-56394779952608775?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/56394779952608775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/56394779952608775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/11/serenity-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-7594610190391910159</id><published>2008-11-14T08:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:16:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ingenuity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hwhills.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/quantum_007_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 710px;" src="http://hwhills.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/quantum_007_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;it was good.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now i must go.&lt;br /&gt;or should i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't manage to buy the avenue q tickets thanks to the counter being "temporarily unavailable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;time to defrag.&lt;br /&gt;off i go then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my wish.&lt;br /&gt;just my sincere wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i'll get to be with you for one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-7594610190391910159?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7594610190391910159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/7594610190391910159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/11/ingenuity-forgot-about-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-1504842515796576374</id><published>2008-11-10T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:17:44.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;wishful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been studying.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been translating.&lt;br /&gt;i need something that pushes me to do so (well the translation not the study).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it will all be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i will have to find a quantum of solace poster to post on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;but we'll leave it till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;well that's just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;who says i can't continue with my life like this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how people write stories.&lt;br /&gt;those that contain all the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;and make you wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this wide world.&lt;br /&gt;in this cold world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever find someone like you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-1504842515796576374?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1504842515796576374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/1504842515796576374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishful-i-havent-been-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-788052147651598180</id><published>2008-11-07T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:15:03.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;return&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;after all those months of.&lt;br /&gt;slugging around, compromising, clicking through channels a thousand times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can gladly say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to make up for lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;but the bulk of it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-788052147651598180?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/788052147651598180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/788052147651598180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/11/return-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3256977649935637608</id><published>2008-10-19T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:08:26.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;awe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. mahoraba.&lt;br /&gt;never ceases to amaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well just one slight note before we all disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've copied this before but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this place,&lt;br /&gt;there have been greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewells, and&lt;br /&gt;reunions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began.&lt;br /&gt;with a little bit of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;events.&lt;br /&gt;feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all gathered here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually,&lt;br /&gt;it grew into something very large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and very precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is&lt;br /&gt;a comfortable place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that everyone holds dear in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's form varies.&lt;br /&gt;from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me,&lt;br /&gt;it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is what.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah mahoraba.&lt;br /&gt;you never cease to amaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall continue along this long dusty road.&lt;br /&gt;eyes only in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some day.&lt;br /&gt;just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see whoever is in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3256977649935637608?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3256977649935637608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3256977649935637608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/10/awe-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3512370053760915214</id><published>2008-10-13T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:58:33.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;pity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more month.&lt;br /&gt;it'll all be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can just hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;hit myself twice and get in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then maybe.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am even that little bit worthy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to face you.&lt;br /&gt;and to ask you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*abrupt end to nonsensical talk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3512370053760915214?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3512370053760915214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3512370053760915214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/10/pity-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-201017688642487977</id><published>2008-10-02T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:05:57.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;well&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well.&lt;br /&gt;the gap is closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the collision is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;and i can do nothing to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i look on.&lt;br /&gt;and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see.&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there is hope after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-201017688642487977?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/201017688642487977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/201017688642487977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-and-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-2316372205913976000</id><published>2008-09-20T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:39:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;happiness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was, in its way.&lt;br /&gt;a small memory of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we're not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;people's feelings may be dynamic but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;and we don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading a lot of profound material recently.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty amazing how people's minds can come up with such things.&lt;br /&gt;such is the work of art.&lt;br /&gt;and such is why we still don't know how our own minds function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet there are still people who cannot love themselves for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;the human mind is such a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this profound material keeps me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;and someday i will change along with wherever i want to go.&lt;br /&gt;like how other people change for each other.&lt;br /&gt;it is inevitable, and the me from the past will be but a written entry in this lonely corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, the majority will decide.&lt;br /&gt;and i will sit and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this city.&lt;br /&gt;there are no people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i walk along the empty road.&lt;br /&gt;i will see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they will walk along with me.&lt;br /&gt;and so will she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the someone just for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-2316372205913976000?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2316372205913976000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/2316372205913976000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiness-last-night-was-in-its-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6140217894887762419</id><published>2008-09-06T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:41:40.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;normal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com with./_bwEG8s723wg/SMJra7BQhXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dx1qkrJUjlo/s1600-h/kemeko_v01_000a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SMJra7BQhXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dx1qkrJUjlo/s400/kemeko_v01_000a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242871026476418418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling myself these days.&lt;br /&gt;physically. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;well that's not the point anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i've picked up something else to read.&lt;br /&gt;which i am already done with.&lt;br /&gt;i guess after years of seeing the same line of thing.&lt;br /&gt;this comes as a bit of a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's what they call alternative.&lt;br /&gt;but this is not literally alternative.&lt;br /&gt;though it doesn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perspective matters.&lt;br /&gt;majority matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am not a part of the majority perspective.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i'll accustom my eyes to this.&lt;br /&gt;and like the changing perspective in and out of the suit.&lt;br /&gt;i'll eventually see inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose this will be all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner and.&lt;br /&gt;more work awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will just leave this at peace.&lt;br /&gt;and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it'll be a great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nothing beats Mahoraba though.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6140217894887762419?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6140217894887762419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6140217894887762419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/09/normal-how-fitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SMJra7BQhXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dx1qkrJUjlo/s72-c/kemeko_v01_000a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-3532655879614816449</id><published>2008-09-04T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:29:44.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;distraction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all know this is just for filler.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day i talk about the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;not that i want to reach out to somebody anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end all the remembered thoughts will still be in my head.&lt;br /&gt;so i avoid all that untrustworthy stares everyone gives to people who still write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't even bother putting sinfest up.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this will be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be that time again oh so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only this time i haven't something to write.&lt;br /&gt;yet in spite.&lt;br /&gt;of whatever moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;there may be left in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because all there is to this conversation is myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-3532655879614816449?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3532655879614816449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/3532655879614816449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/09/distraction-and-we-all-know-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-6172438269421083608</id><published>2008-09-01T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:42:20.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;waiting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLveiPep8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/63aUvI-mcj0/s1600-h/snapshot20080901201106.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLveiPep8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/63aUvI-mcj0/s400/snapshot20080901201106.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241027271227732370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLveiLWqbTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qcBRZMNpF5E/s1600-h/snapshot20080901201446.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLveiLWqbTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qcBRZMNpF5E/s400/snapshot20080901201446.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241027270120467762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLveiU1YI6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/sHHY5pBrtnQ/s1600-h/snapshot20080901201532.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLveiU1YI6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/sHHY5pBrtnQ/s400/snapshot20080901201532.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241027272665211810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhat strange.&lt;br /&gt;but it's magic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah art.&lt;br /&gt;what i would give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all.&lt;br /&gt;this beats all the half-decent stuff around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;the parties will all wrap up.&lt;br /&gt;the people on duty will clean up.&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be silent as the leaves start to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love will be in the air.&lt;br /&gt;or so i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise major errors in my life happen in these months.&lt;br /&gt;at least the first one is over.&lt;br /&gt;now for the rest to hunt me down.&lt;br /&gt;wait what am i saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully things will go well from here.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll get to sit back and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;after all, all-time studying is not really my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;please fall.&lt;br /&gt;come around with wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;summer was oh-so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but within the wreck.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the most valuable treasure is inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be looking forward to the next season anyway.&lt;br /&gt;after all i've already given up on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a pearl or two satisfies me for today.&lt;br /&gt;now to start preparing.&lt;br /&gt;preparing for the road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be there to watch the leaves fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-6172438269421083608?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6172438269421083608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/6172438269421083608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-somewhat-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLveiPep8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/63aUvI-mcj0/s72-c/snapshot20080901201106.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-5424793741901021516</id><published>2008-08-31T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:41:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sentimental&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLq5r_vw_YI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NOXlSh8RvtQ/s1600-h/midori01_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLq5r_vw_YI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NOXlSh8RvtQ/s400/midori01_000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240705281896283522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLq5sIJDaQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dvW441qmX3M/s1600-h/Midori-08---003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLq5sIJDaQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dvW441qmX3M/s400/Midori-08---003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240705284149831938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i admit.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have read it all at one go.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not like i regret it.&lt;br /&gt;after all the ending was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i get some time on a laptop now. which is why i'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hogging it. can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;old habits stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now to continue slacking off.&lt;br /&gt;sort of.&lt;br /&gt;i am working hard.&lt;br /&gt;a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once there is something important.&lt;br /&gt;people will change.&lt;br /&gt;and the world will change with them.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll find something important to hold on to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just be paitient.&lt;br /&gt;it'll come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;and in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll prepare for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-5424793741901021516?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5424793741901021516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/5424793741901021516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/08/sentimental-before-and-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bwEG8s723wg/SLq5r_vw_YI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NOXlSh8RvtQ/s72-c/midori01_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32510688.post-9040978969509855088</id><published>2008-08-27T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:35:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;essentially&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaks now and then are good after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll all be over soon anyway. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i can go back to no-lifing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and also hopefully be able to come back from the trip thing early. not that i don't value china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and a random quote to end it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this wide world.&lt;br /&gt;of all the people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the luck that brought us all together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32510688-9040978969509855088?l=circleoflife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/9040978969509855088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32510688/posts/default/9040978969509855088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleoflife-.blogspot.com/2008/08/essentially-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Zadragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02665628228717726267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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