<?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-5426048891942858487</id><updated>2012-02-12T15:32:45.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Express Counter</title><subtitle type='html'>The difference between active reading and reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-4908732451876366100</id><published>2007-10-02T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:42:13.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is like 9:15 PM and I'm weary. Hmm, what I did today was just like "boring". Hmm, anything else unusual for today is that... I found Leo's old pictures. *devil's grin* XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found out that he's so damn sexy. Eh, LOL! Joking. &lt;but&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKoIFKhEdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vz65O61KgRo/s1600-h/leo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116836983425012178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKoIFKhEdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vz65O61KgRo/s400/leo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes his first pic. Hmm, and then again, he looks so damn old in this one. O_o&lt;br /&gt;Huwahahaha! Nice long hair huh. Hmm, baaah. For some reason, I noticed that I just wrote something in this blog because my friend reminded me to do so. :D She's Ate Rose. :D We've been talking 'bout blogs and then online games. x) Now, back from where I've been. I just wanted to showcase his old pictures anyway. Featuring him and his stupidness, Leo. :D *huhahahaha* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKrVlKhEgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/z_uQXD-qGcI/s1600-h/w.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116840513888129538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKrVlKhEgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/z_uQXD-qGcI/s400/w.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKq71KhEfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/r3wnvxRQSuo/s1600-h/e.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116840071506498034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKq71KhEfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/r3wnvxRQSuo/s400/e.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKrmlKhEhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XVX1E01svXI/s1600-h/r.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116840805945905682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKsllKhEkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UM4cH83hmuQ/s400/t.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's that for a hobby tonight? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-4908732451876366100?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RwKoIFKhEdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vz65O61KgRo/s72-c/leo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-6052455941682040761</id><published>2007-09-21T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:43:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we are here~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we will be here~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the slow time is~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;flowing in this room~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the spring days glitter~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;together with the smiles~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as un unending chain of happiness~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;believe strongly~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that you have obtained that awaited day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey, the days are wonderful~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lovingly embrace your feelings~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't say goodbye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because forever the days will be unchanged.. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;surely forever..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-3487336621103401408</id><published>2007-08-31T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:15:03.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quotes from Angel( A Vampire Series )(1999 - 2004) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spinoff of TV's Buffy the Vampire Slayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Created by Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starring David Boreanaz, Alexis Denisof, Charisma Carpenter, J. August Richards, Andy Hallett, Amy Acker, and James Marsters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: And that wins out every time with you. You know, the human race has evolved, Spike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spike: Oh, into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analyzing wankers who could never hope to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: We're bigger. We're smarter. Plus, there's a thing called teamwork, not to mention the superstitious terror of your pure aggressors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: We're - I'm from Wolfram and Hart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spike: I'm his date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buffy: I felt your heart beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spike: I was once a bad-assed vampire. But love and a pesky curse de-fanged me and now im just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cordelia: Well, I better get mingling. I really should be talking to people that are somebody. But it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: It's nice that she's grown as a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doyle: See, you need to chat people up a bit more casual like, you know? "Hi, what's your name? How's life treating you? What's that you say? Minions from hell getting you down?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kate: You're telling me you're an investigator?Angel: More or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kate: Where's your license?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: That's the less part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: I know you guys have been working hard and cooped up inside a lot. And, uh, to show my appreciation, I was thinking, the night being you know, young and all... that the three of us could, well, should maybe ... go out. You know... for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cordelia: Or.... we can... go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doyle: And you can sit in the dark alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: God yes. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doyle:All I'm saying is, if you and I ever hope to take that cruise to the Bahamas together, we're going to need a lot more clients with means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cordelia: And an alternate reality in which you're Matthew McConaughey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: I don't know about you, but I had a nice day. You know, except for the bulk of it where I was nearly tortured to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kate: Go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel: Been there, done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wuhahaha, those were my favorite tag lines when I was an avid fan of the series Angel. I had fun watching them spoof out like that. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-3487336621103401408?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/3487336621103401408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=3487336621103401408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/3487336621103401408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/3487336621103401408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/08/angel-and-buffy-vampire-slayer.html' title='Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-7489352581061016889</id><published>2007-08-24T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:29:28.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Bartender ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t mind leaving my order up to you, silent one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Defeated in love, set upon at work, now’s not the time for me to be crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your long fingers I glimpse over the counter are beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder how will you use your fingers tonight to get me drunk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t pretend, don’t hide, let my clairvoyance reveal everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’re strong, but you carry a &lt;strong&gt;side that is about to break&lt;/strong&gt;, don’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about a stimulating flavor that will set you aflame more than ever?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The awe that satisfies you wells up in my blushing skin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight, I’m not in the mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, I can’t turn back…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-7489352581061016889?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/7489352581061016889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=7489352581061016889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/7489352581061016889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/7489352581061016889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-bartender.html' title='Hey, Bartender ~'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-1899836183696908393</id><published>2007-08-17T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:40:41.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Could Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, it's two days after my birthday and it doesn't feel good at all. Someone's gone. Wa-a-aaaiiit a minute? Damn, outta my system, outta my flex, outta my mind... things are probably going to be in a lie-low status for now. I must think of a plan for changing this mood into something good. I might concentrate on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, this! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMW's FIRST EVENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome Audistas, mapa stiffy ka man or mamaw, welcome ~! At kung mahilig kang magpatawa, I am here to invite you to participate in September's event called AMW's Comedian Of The Month. In this event, everyone who will participate is free to express themselves through fashion and comedy. There will be prizes, of course. We will give you certain questions to answer. I reassure you that the questions won't be that tough. (And please reassure us na magaling kayo magpatawa at magdala ng mga characters ninyo. HAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mechanics:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-l&gt;Post 1 Funny character pose d2 sa thread (Edited man or hindi, please resize it to 375 x 330)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--l&gt;Write a funny quote. (One lang, emphasizing the word "a") (you can do a dialogue by writing it under your picture or in a balloon inside the picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---l&gt;It will be held in the second or third week of September (just always check the thread for further announcement)Where to be held: Channel 15Room title: "Patawa Sessions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----l&gt;Why is there a need for a screenshot? We needed a screenshot to see who has the funniest costume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----l&gt;We will select 6 members of the club for the final event (question and answer portion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;------l&gt; Prizes at stake: To be decided. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BTW:here is the proper format in sending your entries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IGN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;screenshot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wadya waiting for? Sali na ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-1899836183696908393?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/1899836183696908393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=1899836183696908393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1899836183696908393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1899836183696908393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='I Wish I Could Turn Back Time'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-1897789443546200649</id><published>2007-08-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:38:21.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Material: Lead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lead is a metal that occurs naturally in&lt;br /&gt;the earth's crust. People spread it in&lt;br /&gt;many ways. Lead used to be in paint and&lt;br /&gt;gasoline. Lead can still be found in&lt;br /&gt;contaminated soil, household dust,&lt;br /&gt;drinking water, lead-glazed pottery and&lt;br /&gt;some metal jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing air, drinking water, eating&lt;br /&gt;food or swallowing or touching dirt that&lt;br /&gt;contains lead can cause many health&lt;br /&gt;problems. In adults, lead can increase&lt;br /&gt;blood pressure and cause infertility,&lt;br /&gt;nerve disorders and muscle and joint&lt;br /&gt;pain. It can also make you irritable and&lt;br /&gt;affect your ability to concentrate and&lt;br /&gt;remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead is especially dangerous for&lt;br /&gt;children. A child who swallows large&lt;br /&gt;amounts of lead may develop anemia,&lt;br /&gt;severe stomachache, muscle weakness and&lt;br /&gt;brain damage. Even low levels of lead&lt;br /&gt;are linked to LOWER IQ SCORES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead is bluish white when freshly cut&lt;br /&gt;but tarnishes to dull gray when exposed&lt;br /&gt;to air. Lead is used in building&lt;br /&gt;construction, lead-acid batteries,&lt;br /&gt;bullets and shot, and is part of solder,&lt;br /&gt;pewter, and fusible alloys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead is a poisonous metal that can&lt;br /&gt;damage nervous connections (especially&lt;br /&gt;in young children) and cause blood and&lt;br /&gt;brain disorders. Long term exposure to&lt;br /&gt;lead or its salts (especially soluble&lt;br /&gt;salts or the strong oxidant PbO2) can&lt;br /&gt;cause nephropathy, and colic-like&lt;br /&gt;abdominal pains.&lt;br /&gt;MAKE UP's and Cellphones HAS LEAD.. aLso T,V's P.C's ETC.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, is there a way to prevent this stuff? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-1897789443546200649?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/1897789443546200649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=1897789443546200649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1897789443546200649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1897789443546200649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/08/dangerous-material-lead.html' title='Dangerous Material: Lead'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-6579225091685126476</id><published>2007-07-31T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:34:51.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Tid-Bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently Playing - Aha by Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[~One damn hot song]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Facts That Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There’s a rapid change of weather right now. If it won’t be discussed, what’s the future of the world by just waiting? WHEN WILL WE ACT? WHEN WILL WE REACT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• the scientific community has been investigating the link between CO2 and global warming for more than 175 years? Scientists are born skeptics, and by no means accepted the theory as fact the first time it was proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The most recent scientific report from the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) also notes with concern that the ocean is &lt;strong&gt;acidifying&lt;/strong&gt; because of increased absorption of atmospheric CO2, and thus posing a threat for shell-forming species, which are an essential part of the marine food web. Projected increases in carbon dioxide levels will cause further acidification of the ocean. (IPCC, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The tropical animals (birds) are finding its way to Canada and more soon in the North. This is due to the prior climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Global warming doubles the number of hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 5 million children die per year due to environmental hazards (including polluted air or water, or exposure to chemicals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Rising ozone levels stunt plant growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Melting glaciers raise sea level more than polar ice sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•July 15, 2007&lt;br /&gt;STOCKHOLM (AFP) - British adventurer and swimmer Lewis Gordon Pugh last Sunday became the first person to swim in the icy waters of the North Pole, to raise awareness of how global warming is effecting the polar ice cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Global warming causes gray whales to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Rising sea levels pose threat to rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Polar bears are now drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more. Life is now threatened. Are we just going to wait for a blank future? Again, I'm asking you, when are you going to act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-6579225091685126476?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/6579225091685126476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=6579225091685126476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/6579225091685126476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/6579225091685126476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifes-tid-bits.html' title='Life&apos;s Tid-Bits'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-1885971666833134742</id><published>2007-07-31T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T07:07:05.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>l'équilibre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All truly wise thoughts have been thought already, thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take firm root in our personal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a brief interpretation of experience. It is composed of our very own ups and downs that we take part in whichever way we are taking it. Upon thinking further, we take note of almost all the various experiences that we are experiencing. We manage to think and learn about it, but the best part is that we share it and imply it to our lives and to others. It is either an adventure worth taking or nothing at all. It is the greatest blessing which is within our reach; though we fall foul on the very thing we search for, without ever finding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitely, there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular; and that he must take it because his conscience tells him that it is right. Have you ever questioned yourself about that? What if the world only thinks that the best way to live life is only to experience the best out of it, and not experiencing the worst? What a splendid world it would be. Now we think again, is it really that splendid that we only feel happiness and that there is no space for any other emotion more than that? Then if it is, you’ll probably need a slap on your face. You deserve it. You’re dreaming. You are coward; very coward to face the truth. You lie in an indefinite measure of boredom. Somehow, if you’ll think further, you’ll realize that you need pain, suffering, loneliness, etc. to complete life. It only shows that you also need these negative surfaces, and not completely rely on positive emotions to learn something out of nothing. This is reality; it never changes. It might be harsh, a very hard thing to comply to, but it is really worth your effort to go and gain it. It helps us to understand and become a more mature person. Remember that when one door closes, another one opens. But often we look so long so regretfully upon the closed door that we fail to see the one that has opened for us. Somehow, if you’ll base it through the quirk of fate, it will only lead you to one road: the realization of REALITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5426048891942858487-1885971666833134742?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/1885971666833134742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=1885971666833134742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1885971666833134742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1885971666833134742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/lquilibre.html' title='l&apos;équilibre'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-2704501275051150175</id><published>2007-07-29T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:08:38.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RqzbHx5nwRI/AAAAAAAAADw/ymDXyNVfjpk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092686205349773586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RqzbHx5nwRI/AAAAAAAAADw/ymDXyNVfjpk/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://istarpleyks.deviantart.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rqzaqh5nwQI/AAAAAAAAADo/ATWhuk6r6Cs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In my eyes were the tears I wept for you&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes were the sorrowful events that I kept for so long&lt;br /&gt;It tore my heart&lt;br /&gt;It tore my soul&lt;br /&gt;It tore me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my hands were the promises we promised to keep&lt;br /&gt;In my hands was the future that always lied deep&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a moment of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a moment of regret&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a moment of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were those promises?&lt;br /&gt;How were they broken?&lt;br /&gt;Where was the future?&lt;br /&gt;Did it lie deep down the earth?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now, now that I'm searching for an answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still sit here waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'll always stick on to my stand&lt;br /&gt;I would force myself to my limits&lt;br /&gt;'til one day you'll realize&lt;br /&gt;How important you were to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-2704501275051150175?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/2704501275051150175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=2704501275051150175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/2704501275051150175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/2704501275051150175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/waitin.html' title='Waitin&apos;'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RqzbHx5nwRI/AAAAAAAAADw/ymDXyNVfjpk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-8845112874379615211</id><published>2007-07-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:49:38.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se7en On The Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.verycd.com/posts/0603/post-379582-1142829244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.verycd.com/posts/0603/post-379582-1142829244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello7.com/4th/download/wallpaper3_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hello7.com/4th/download/wallpaper3_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RqzErh5nwOI/AAAAAAAAADY/jv8ZqAsun8s/s1600-h/se7en-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092661530762658018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RqzErh5nwOI/AAAAAAAAADY/jv8ZqAsun8s/s320/se7en-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RqzEmB5nwNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SuivYs_SpXk/s1600-h/se7en-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092661436273377490" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*pictures taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello7.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;www.hello7.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-8845112874379615211?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/8845112874379615211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=8845112874379615211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/8845112874379615211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/8845112874379615211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/se7en-on-move.html' title='Se7en On The Move'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RqzErh5nwOI/AAAAAAAAADY/jv8ZqAsun8s/s72-c/se7en-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-4935203225372394054</id><published>2007-07-28T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:29:24.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chae Yeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.popcornfor2.com/music/images/chaeyeonpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.popcornfor2.com/music/images/chaeyeonpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popcornfor2.com/music/images/chaeyeonpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9stg87yJoYU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone's talking about her. Her smile, her moves, her song. She's just like a fairytale princess come true. Halt! There's more in store for her! (AND I'M HER BIGGEST FAN! lol~ ._.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lee Chae Yeon (also known as Jinny Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Born : December 10, 1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nationality : Korean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her Career: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She returned to Korea with her first official album &lt;em&gt;It’s My Time&lt;/em&gt; under her new stage name, Chae Yeon. Debuting late in 2003, nobody expected her to be successful as she is now. Initially, she was simply viewed as yet another "sexy concept" singer, as many female singers were at that time. However, unlike many others, she had a fairly successful debut. She proved to be a great dancer, and she showed off her vocals in her ballad songs and live performances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her title song (Dangerous Presentation) did well, but her real success came when her 2nd album released late in 2004. Two Of Us, the lead single, pushed her to #1 on many music charts in the spring of 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chae Yeon has managed to maintain her popularity by continually participating in variety shows, such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Seoul Broadcasting System" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seoul_Broadcasting_System"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s X-Man and Love Letter, where she portrays both cute and sexy images. Her appearances on these variety shows allowed her to display her bubbly and positive personality. She ended her official schedule with her last X-Man episode on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="September 25" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;September 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, in order to concentrate on recording her fourth album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although briefly hospitalised due to exhaustion, she was able to prepare for her comeback, which was at the end of March. Her lead single from her fourth album was "My Love", which was a Latin-tinged dance song. Although extensively performed, with a remix promoted from May onwards, the album failed to sell well, selling only 10,387 copies to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In addition to promoting her album, Chae Yeon has also joined the cast of Hi-Five, part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Korean Broadcasting System" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korean_Broadcasting_System"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s Happy Sunday line-up. On the reality-variety show, which also stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hyun Young" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyun_Young"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hyun Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the stars attempt to succeed in various tasks, including starring in a musical, becoming flight attendants, and performing action movie stunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Source: Wikipedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-4935203225372394054?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/4935203225372394054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=4935203225372394054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4935203225372394054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4935203225372394054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/chae-yeon.html' title='Chae Yeon'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-8842204990686184325</id><published>2007-07-28T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:13:18.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Animals Do  the Human Language?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xDghiPswLM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretty funny for animals to act that way. HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xY8-LOMk9Js" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how they do things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/luaeE-FzOGo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what cats do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the last video...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WARNING : NOT FOR PEOPLE 13 BELOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zi9GOvR3Ynw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* I HOPE YOU HAD FUN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-8842204990686184325?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/8842204990686184325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=8842204990686184325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/8842204990686184325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/8842204990686184325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-animals-do-human-language.html' title='Can Animals Do  the Human Language?'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-5325829558494362677</id><published>2007-07-28T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:52:53.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi Rain and Se7en Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rqus3B5nwKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NezzJUlzsPw/s1600-h/Se7enRain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092353865075376290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rqus3B5nwKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NezzJUlzsPw/s400/Se7enRain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOOOT ~! Yeah, blame me for occupying this page with their heavenly pictures and songs. &gt;,&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rain and Se7en.. you're both a one-hell combination of a beautiful beast. You've heard it, a beast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4C2Z-jL2xk/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAsuUaOzRyk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAsuUaOzRyk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://netmode.vietnamnet.vn/dataimages/original/images678632_bi20.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://netmode.vietnamnet.vn/dataimages/original/images678632_bi20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uhhh... *blinks again* Rain you really look like an exotic ---. HAHAHA! Pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Misc: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bad Guy&lt;br /&gt;Released: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="May 13" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2002" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How to Avoid the Sun&lt;br /&gt;Released: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="October 16" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;October 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2003" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2003"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's RAINing&lt;br /&gt;Released: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="October 8" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;October 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2004" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eternal Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singles: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sad Tango" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sad_Tango"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad Tango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Free Way" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_Way"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Free Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Move On (single)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Move_On_(single)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Move On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rain's World&lt;br /&gt;Released: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="October 13" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;October 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, mistah Se7en, you knock me off my socks. Hear that? SOCKS! x) I love your songs as well as I've loved Rain's but you really made it up to me. I can rate you equal. I give Rain 10 and you 10.1? Niahaha! x) No suprise, I like your songs. I love Rain's choreography. To my suprise, I've been nagging all day thinking 'bout your new singles. I can't wait. HAHA pfft ~ I want to have one. ;~; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Misc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Korean Albums&lt;br /&gt;Volume 1 Just Listen (2003.03.08)&lt;br /&gt;Volume 2 Must Listen (2004.07.07)&lt;br /&gt;Volume 3 24/SE7EN (2006.03.08)&lt;br /&gt;Volume 4 Se7olution (2006.11.01)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="Korean_Singles" name="Korean_Singles"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Korean Singles&lt;br /&gt;Crazy - (2004.12.01) - 1st Commercial Korean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Digital single" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_single"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;digital single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;747 - (2007.6.29) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Digital single" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_single"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;digital single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="Japanese_Albums" name="Japanese_Albums"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japanese Albums&lt;br /&gt;First SE7EN (2006.03.08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="Japanese_Singles" name="Japanese_Singles"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japanese Singles&lt;br /&gt;Hikari (2005.02.23)&lt;br /&gt;Style (2005.05.18)&lt;br /&gt;Start Line / Forever (double A-side single) (2005.10.19 )&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna... (2006.09.13) #10 Oricon Weekly Chart (First week sales: 9,265)&lt;br /&gt;Aitai (2007.03.28) #10 Oricon Daily Chart, #17 Oricon Weekly Chart (First week sales: 6,949)&lt;br /&gt;Ari no Mama(2007.07.04) #5 Oricon Daily Chart, #11 Oricon Weekly Chart (First week sales: 10,058) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well, this is what I do when I don't come up into anything GOOD for me to write. HAHA pfft. I just got bored anyhow and flipped into the web. I am lucky anyhow to find these pictures. I am a FAN. I repeat! FAN! XD Pamaypay in Filipino. LOL ! pfft ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/BPbtVB-tWR/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowkorea.jp/shop/upload/image01/se7en_postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.wowkorea.jp/shop/upload/image01/se7en_postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowkorea.jp/shop/upload/image01/se7en_postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowkorea.jp/upload/news/13972/se7en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wowkorea.jp/upload/news/13972/se7en.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-5325829558494362677?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/5325829558494362677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=5325829558494362677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/5325829558494362677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/5325829558494362677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/bi-rain-and-se7en-fever.html' title='Bi Rain and Se7en Fever'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rqus3B5nwKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NezzJUlzsPw/s72-c/Se7enRain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-1369882825204441886</id><published>2007-07-28T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:13:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been three months now since we've been together, dear friend. I am very lucky to have you in my life. It's like butterflies around spring and snow around winter since our friendship started to take the eyes of everyone. Did they notice the relationship building between us? Haha, it's like they asked me 'bout us. I say we are just friends. They gossip about something you and I would exactly guess. But lo, it's not what they think it is. You're just a special friend to me, and so I am to you. Nothing more and nothing less. I enjoy your company as well as you do to mine. We share everything, starting from those tiny events to those big ones. I hope we will last long. It's hard to find such a friend like you. A friend's like a gift. It's either that you throw it or you'll keep it away from you. It's like diamonds from stones. It's like a verse from a field of sentences. And you know what, I'll keep my faith standing to you. I love you damn friend. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song's for you. =) You know who you are. ^^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WEFlxyKCKQ" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-1369882825204441886?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/1369882825204441886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=1369882825204441886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1369882825204441886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1369882825204441886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/three-months.html' title='Three Months'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-5077647024138069575</id><published>2007-07-27T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T06:58:16.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I got to do to make you mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What should I be giving myself to find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any clue that you might’ve left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby please give me a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can never walk away like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Giving up on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it’s true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s the only one thing that I’m sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only one thing that is so pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pure enough my heart can cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There’s so much I can endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby can you please come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my arms, please finding ways to get you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyday I’m asking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What’s the reason that you turned your back to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How am I supposed to live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Searching’ places you might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywhere I’ll go if I can meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You and tell you how I need you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can’t live without your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why can’t I just give up and let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When it’s over and I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everywhere I look for high and low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Couldn’t find you and it shows that you don’t want me to come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come to you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tried to live my life without you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what I run into is more fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you hear my words, they’re so sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I really need you near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby why can’t you see this is real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please come back, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s too late to say these words of redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should’ve known better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I can turn back the clock, I’ll do anything and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I need is just one more chance, let me prove my love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me show you, let me tell you how much I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’re all that I need girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Amen to Rain* Yipee~ x) He rocks. I love this version. x) Anyhow, I gotta sleep. pfft ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-5077647024138069575?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/5077647024138069575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=5077647024138069575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/5077647024138069575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/5077647024138069575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/sad-tango.html' title='Sad Tango'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-7690286638458108250</id><published>2007-07-27T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T05:07:26.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo [English Version]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These days I feel it all, every corner of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weekends at the mall, Sunday morning calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking through the park, happily as we’d go then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I swore we had the nicest times so I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knew you were the one, you had to be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoping you and I, would never ever see wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slowly you were hard to see, who wouldn’t think I'd worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You leaving before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m telling you now I cannot lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter how I try, oh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These memories won’t let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside of me, my sorrow and I cannot pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's killing me, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seems like I never find that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time for moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord knows I’m only human, can’t help what I’m doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to get by, these memories of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So unbelievably, where this can’t be happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We shared too much of us, and love I thought it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A shame of silly me, for having such a heart of... care trust and harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That’s what I’m living for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see no other road, that’s what I’ve been told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Times I’m feeling now, it wasn’t meant to be, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slowly and possibly, I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now who am I joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You leaving before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m telling you I cannot, cannot lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well now I tell myself I can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It won't be easy but I'll get through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just look ahead and put the past behind for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And believe, though my heart's been broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I can get by, these memories of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-7690286638458108250?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/7690286638458108250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=7690286638458108250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/7690286638458108250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/7690286638458108250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/tattoo-english-version.html' title='Tattoo [English Version]'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-3584839941834802617</id><published>2007-07-27T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T04:46:35.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Munshin [ Tattoo ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ijeneun neoreul miwohaneun mam boda dareun saram gyeoteseo neoreul mos ijgo Salagalkkabwa geuge deo duryeowo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Neol mileonaessdeon neol biwonaessdeon himdeun shiganeul hemeida jichyeo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Geu oraen shigani nugureul wihan geonji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wae tteonaya haesseul kka dashi gaseumi me-eowa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neon machi munshincheoreom nae ane bunshincheoreom jiuryeogo aereul sseodo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jiul su eobsneungeol jal algo issneun geol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ijeneun neoreul miwohaneun mam boda dareun saram gyeoteseo neoreul mos ijgo Salagalkkabwa geuge deo duryeowo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eonjenga hanbeoneun majuchil su issgessji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geuttaen useumyeo malhago shipeo jal jinaenyago naneun bappassdago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hajiman maeumppunya jashini eobseo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Niga miwoseo moki me-eoseo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nado moreuge nunmul eul boimyeon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neon useo jugessni nugureul wihangeonji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wae tteonaya haesseul kka dashi gaseumi meyeowa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neon machi munshincheoreom nae ane bunshincheoreom jiuryeogo aereul sseodo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jiul su eobsneungeol jal algo issneun geol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ijeneun neoreul miwohaneun mam boda dareun saram gyeoteseo neoreul mos ijgo Salagalkkabwa geuge deo duryeowo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Naboda deo haengbokhae jul rae neol deo miwohal su issge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nareul jeongmal saranghaessdamyeon neoyeokshi gakkeumsshik jinan nae saeng-gake hansum swieodo gwaenchanha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sewoli heulreo gado nunmuleul heulryeo bwado ije waseo huhoehaedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soyongi eobsneun geol imi neujeossneun geol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ijeneun neoreul saranghaneun mam boda neoui saram gyeoteseo nareul moshijgo Salagalkkabwa geuge deo duryeowo nado moreuge geuge deo duryeowo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Se7en. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-3584839941834802617?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/3584839941834802617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=3584839941834802617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/3584839941834802617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/3584839941834802617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/munshin-tattoo.html' title='Munshin [ Tattoo ]'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' 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I HATE him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Heartless&lt;br /&gt;Merciless&lt;br /&gt;Reckless&lt;br /&gt;Vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words describe the worst friend I’ve encountered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger&lt;br /&gt;Frustration&lt;br /&gt;Depression&lt;br /&gt;Wretched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that rushed to me when I first saw his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrowful&lt;br /&gt;Broken&lt;br /&gt;Bruised&lt;br /&gt;Upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the feelings that surround every person that meets him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unapproachable&lt;br /&gt;Ill-minded&lt;br /&gt;Typical&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;Totally unyielding wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-6048633310027557648?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/6048633310027557648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=6048633310027557648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/6048633310027557648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/6048633310027557648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/common-distress-dedication-for-my-uncle.html' title='Common Distress - a dedication for my uncle. I HATE him.'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-8818352137022101493</id><published>2007-07-11T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:23:40.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2:38:59 A.M. in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2:38:59 A.M. in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a message from Jaymee via text message to Yahoo! Messenger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;" i wr0te ur name in d skies ab0ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but d wind blew it away.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i wr0te ur name in d sand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;d tide washed it away.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;s0 i juz wr0te ur name evrywer.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hinuli aq ng pulis vandalism daw! ^^&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I laughed hard at that one but it knocked off my feet. Uyy, bongga. He texted me that early in the morning. How did he know that I was still browsing the web? Coincidence? Lucky guess? Maybe. Somehow, that man never ceases to make me laugh everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, we chat almost everyday. We have our share of laughters and craziness. Funny him. *niao* x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-8818352137022101493?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/8818352137022101493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=8818352137022101493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/8818352137022101493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/8818352137022101493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/23859-am-in-morning.html' title='2:38:59 A.M. in the morning'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-459427910180290848</id><published>2007-07-08T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:39:41.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Ebb And Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Ebb and Flow&lt;br /&gt;~Evespring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tune of the mystified equilibrium unfolds my world&lt;br /&gt;Opened my senses, filled the tip of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed an immobility only I can behold&lt;br /&gt;And that on every tongue I can make things untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halt -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the dark and the light&lt;br /&gt;The enigmatic aroma of the blue waters&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm that bounces back from the surreal and real&lt;br /&gt;The figure that touches you whole and heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension – a lifetime reassurance of shame&lt;br /&gt;The builder of anxiety, of madness, of frustration&lt;br /&gt;The music of the damned, the poem of the imp&lt;br /&gt;I am making the world turn like ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deception -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schizophrenia of the menace&lt;br /&gt;The boldness of the body within&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of wrath, of corruption, of heat&lt;br /&gt;A tragedy that I can only keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, I see myself afloat&lt;br /&gt;Breathing with sheer capacity, of imbalance and balance&lt;br /&gt;Of unity and perfection – the anguish indestructible&lt;br /&gt;Only a single dot, the monochrome of rejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-459427910180290848?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/459427910180290848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=459427910180290848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/459427910180290848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/459427910180290848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-ebb-and-flow.html' title='In Ebb And Flow'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-241241042958272684</id><published>2007-07-02T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:14:55.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Darker than Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darker Than Black : A tribute to the unjust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Such as the world that reckons the page of my history&lt;br /&gt;The life I carried for years in the hands of my solemnity came to dawn&lt;br /&gt;And by a time, if I were to redecide the fate of the many that carried my hand&lt;br /&gt;I will rule justly, forever joy and merriment&lt;br /&gt;Yet all I can do is wait and process until light shines back to the doors of a new reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was forced to come up a bright answer in the call of serene loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had my counter fear: to lose what I have now and never go back again&lt;br /&gt;Counting on my pride and innocence, indulgence corrupted my brain&lt;br /&gt;I soon became weary, unjust and volatile in transacting the rights of the many&lt;br /&gt;But even though they knew that the things that I’ve done was not right, they still hanged on to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to remember the apprehensive times where I availed real peace&lt;br /&gt;Where the people that came through my doors were my friends&lt;br /&gt;Where those valor and justly decisions were my point of views and priority&lt;br /&gt;Where I was a true knight, a deserving citizen that served all&lt;br /&gt;Where everything seems only like a flicker of my imagination came to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination that seemed so real, so close to grab and hold on&lt;br /&gt;So perfectly right, a treasure that must be kept and be secretly hidden&lt;br /&gt;but then so I knew that I had my limitation, a frightful moment that escaped my tongue&lt;br /&gt;the very same tongue that also led me to unhappiness, to recklessness&lt;br /&gt;The recklessness that slowly led me to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be the knight that will carry my brother's cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am supposed to be the knight that will lead my people to a blissful legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am supposed to be the prime healer, the prime minister of the fields&lt;br /&gt;Yet to what I am destined, I can not change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Facing the truth, as viewed from the mirror of my domination, I knew:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;am darker than black, and I led my world into an end; the apocalypse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-241241042958272684?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/241241042958272684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=241241042958272684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/241241042958272684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/241241042958272684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-darker-than-black.html' title='I am Darker than Black'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-8405726922680633795</id><published>2007-07-01T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T04:32:18.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this count for this day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here I go, scream my&lt;br /&gt;lungs out and try to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are my ONLY&lt;br /&gt;ONE... - Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just 15 minutes ago, as I opened my Yahoo Messenger to check out what's happening over the chat roll. I found out that : Karen's still stuck on her past love life; Marfrey and Mei busy; and best friend Jessie made a bull**** out of me. Well, hell yes, he ruined my day. That minute that I was supposed to write something over, he PMed me saying " hi baby.. ," and there goes the SHOCK of the YEAR event. I was dumbstruck about the way he flirted some stuffs out. Like I was .. " hello, is that my best friend saying those words ayt me again? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's lacking is the soundtrack "I'm A Flirt" by R. Kelly and that'll complete the scene of our conversation. Lmao! x3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's some example of his flirtness. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kazuki Deraper: hi baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lee: O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lee: sino baby mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kazuki Deraper: kaw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kazuki Deraper: db tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kazuki Deraper: kainiz ka ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lee: Flirt &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kazuki Deraper: wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lee: niahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kazuki Deraper: hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the last sentence goes like this : "You never asked for me, nor did I agree to go with you." That's what I said. Funny how it seems to be that way, because I never conversed with him about that. And he never asked for me too. PLUS, he's my best friend. Just like that. Pisses me off, but I had my laugh at the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-8405726922680633795?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/8405726922680633795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=8405726922680633795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/8405726922680633795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/8405726922680633795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/07/does-this-count-for-this-day.html' title='Does this count for this day?'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-9091977111858790523</id><published>2007-06-27T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:40:09.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RoTFWfOdK7I/AAAAAAAAACI/IfCT1HO2kB0/s1600-h/Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081403269710687154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RoTFWfOdK7I/AAAAAAAAACI/IfCT1HO2kB0/s400/Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RoTEsPOdK6I/AAAAAAAAACA/bivxgtUzpMk/s1600-h/__We__re_watching_you___by_istarpleyks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adrift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A garrulous wind blew over me&lt;br /&gt;As I was swaying across the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Dancing recklessly, doubtless in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;Breathing prudently, motionless after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the inner passion and grace within me&lt;br /&gt;Giving me the lust to engulf the mockery of the night&lt;br /&gt;Pacing to and fro, giving light recurring motions to my feet&lt;br /&gt;Finding it cold but silver in tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weary after the shift&lt;br /&gt;Strange illusions triggered my mind&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew I was missing something&lt;br /&gt;And behold it was a bizarre angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I softly lay down the nearest seat&lt;br /&gt;Murmurs of the cold wind engages me&lt;br /&gt;Tears now go down to my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;And that night, nobody knew that the very same flame that I started came to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flame that made me whole all these years&lt;br /&gt;Its essence that gives me the will to move on&lt;br /&gt;But now it is gone and forever be gone&lt;br /&gt;And it was a secret only one person knew…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, that the person was YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-9091977111858790523?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/9091977111858790523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=9091977111858790523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/9091977111858790523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/9091977111858790523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/06/adrift.html' title='Adrift'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RoTFWfOdK7I/AAAAAAAAACI/IfCT1HO2kB0/s72-c/Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-4293422663995184018</id><published>2007-06-26T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T02:27:58.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RoItg_OdK5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dvueS_lK32Q/s1600-h/Tangled_by_istarpleyks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080673374378470290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RoItg_OdK5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dvueS_lK32Q/s400/Tangled_by_istarpleyks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zerohourweb.com/images/cd/jt-seduction/jt-seduction-bookback.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tangled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;"Baby, it's 3 a.m. I must be lonely... well, I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes... - "3 a.m.," Matchbox 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want it all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your blood of hot chili peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surging under sunburnt skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You sliding into me with the undulating roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Made by the grinding hips of a thundering samba rhythm;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your wild waterfall of jet curls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Washing over my white sand beach of skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flowing ever downward, laving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a rain of soft, dark sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And backwashing warm, salty waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of seawater through my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your mouth of live coals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Burning off the cold front blowing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the polar ice of my blue lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Igniting bushfires in the savannas of my body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kindling my driftwood eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To leaping points of red flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And singeing the scrolled parchment of my soul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your scent of pine forests and musk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cedarwood incense of your man-smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curling up like smoke in the named temple of my bones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anointing the epicenter of these arms and legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where we commune in the most sacred of rites;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your long craftsman's hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fashioning me in a filigree of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gold tracery on a platinum core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And polishing away the years as if they had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never passed through his body, this space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As if they never were;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The long, muscled pillars of your legs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strong and ageless redwoods, sliding, supple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over and between mine and through the sweat beneath us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until, torso to torso, we skydance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into the pantheon of lovers-turned-deities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where we will set fire to galaxies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the blue-flame points of our fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And melt comets in our palms;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The feline glow of your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching mine in the dark, pulling away the sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By some arcane telekinesis and telexing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your volcanic thoughts of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yes, I want it all.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And once we've traveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Past the climaxes of our bodies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want-most of all-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pure, cool spring of your serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To slow my heartbeat's sprinting pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And restore to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the dreams that withered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In your absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dawn comes and I want to hold you till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have it all, have what we came for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let the alarm clock ring until it is hoarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or smash into gazillion shattered shards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of dead time frozen in colored plastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let the world hang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And let me have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-4293422663995184018?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/4293422663995184018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=4293422663995184018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4293422663995184018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4293422663995184018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/06/man-dream-number-1.html' title='Tangled'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RoItg_OdK5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dvueS_lK32Q/s72-c/Tangled_by_istarpleyks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-1797686913424081935</id><published>2007-06-20T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T07:50:06.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Behind "I Miss You" ? - grabbed from friendster :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rnkk9UbqgPI/AAAAAAAAABw/ToV4JvpmbQE/s1600-h/lovers_iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078130690712305906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rnkk9UbqgPI/AAAAAAAAABw/ToV4JvpmbQE/s400/lovers_iii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Girl facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When you catch a girl glancing at you, she wants you to look back and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl bumps into your arm while walking with you, she wants you to hold her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When she wants a hug, she will just stand there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When you break a girls heart, she still feels it even when you see each other 3 years later &lt;strong&gt;[my opinion? hmm, let's say : I miss the &lt;u&gt;OLD&lt;/u&gt; you]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl is quiet, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;millions &lt;/strong&gt;of things&lt;/u&gt; are running through her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl is not arguing, she is &lt;strong&gt;thinking &lt;u&gt;deeply&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl answers ["I'm fine"]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;after&lt;/u&gt; a few seconds, she is &lt;u&gt;not at all fine&lt;/u&gt; [*baii, proven and tested!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are playing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl lays her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl says she can't live without you, she has made up her mind that you are her future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl says "I miss you," &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;no one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in this world can miss you more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a girl is mean to you after a break-up, she wants you back, but she's scared she'll get hurt and knows you're gone forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Guy Facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a guy calls you, he wants to be with you [ Opinion: I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; thought it like this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a guy is quiet, he's listening to you... [ Wooot? O.o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; When a guy is not arguing, he realizes that he's wrong [ *proven and tested xD ] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a guy says "I'm fine" after a few minutes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;he means it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [ Opinion: Uhm, let's say I've got some experience on this stuff... ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a guy stares at you, he wishes you would care about him and wonders if you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When your laying your head on a guy's chest, he has the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a guy calls/texts/comments you everyday, he is in love &lt;u&gt;[ It doesn't mean that EVEN if he doesn't do those things, he isn't in love. ]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a (good) guy tells you he loves you, he means it &lt;u&gt;[ Not men are all GOOD ]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a guy says he can't live without you, he's with you 'til your done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When a guy says, "I miss you," he misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else &lt;u&gt;[ Ows? Atik? XD Is that a joke or something? ]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'ts a sweet thing to realize those things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they come through our lives. Many of us wishes the same. It's just that you can't determine things that way all the time. It only depends on the situation, place, time, or the &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; moment. Most of us (girls) fantasize those things coming true, wishing every word in written in this document comes to life. In my opinion, most of them aren't true, while others are true. Proof : I've been through them. Well, what's important is that knowing it will just come your way when you are into a valued relationship. Of course, that's between you and your special someone in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*Buti napadaan ako sa friendster, kung hindi wala rin akong nagawa sa internet time...* HAHA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-1797686913424081935?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/1797686913424081935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=1797686913424081935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1797686913424081935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1797686913424081935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-behind-i-miss-you-grabbed-from.html' title='What&apos;s Behind &quot;I Miss You&quot; ? - grabbed from friendster :)'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rnkk9UbqgPI/AAAAAAAAABw/ToV4JvpmbQE/s72-c/lovers_iii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-149398142440434193</id><published>2007-06-13T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T06:54:50.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotion and Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm_0nEbqgKI/AAAAAAAAABI/NHgG_IKYJ4E/s1600-h/Devotion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075544257111687330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm_0nEbqgKI/AAAAAAAAABI/NHgG_IKYJ4E/s400/Devotion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm_0BUbqgJI/AAAAAAAAABA/8MVzDPzhHrE/s1600-h/Desire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075543608571625618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm_0BUbqgJI/AAAAAAAAABA/8MVzDPzhHrE/s400/Desire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm_x60bqgII/AAAAAAAAAA4/IBk1TzC9b4k/s1600-h/Devotion.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devotion and Desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trying to create something that's not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A spark I saw as a bomb is just a means to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I was just so happy to be out of my shell again, don't think that I really cared for who or what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt; So for now I'll just have to keep it shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you're not ready, you're not ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please stop acting like you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;How could I know that everything you say are lies about devotion and desire? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I know the spark inside your eyes was just the match I used to set myself on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My mouth's shooting blanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Situation's unbearable, I've gotten vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now anyone is free to waltz right in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My temple's been invaded and there's nobody guarding it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All over this lonely life, but what's so wrong with being all alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alone's the only way I've ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm pleading cause this kills and it's still bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My darling I'm taking my life back to start healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-149398142440434193?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/149398142440434193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=149398142440434193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/149398142440434193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/149398142440434193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/06/devotion-and-desire.html' title='Devotion and Desire'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm_0nEbqgKI/AAAAAAAAABI/NHgG_IKYJ4E/s72-c/Devotion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-5728511275523947910</id><published>2007-06-12T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:38:50.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory - Sugarcult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm6vsEbqgHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E8pLp0O_2Bw/s1600-h/As_viewed_from_the_earth_by_istarpleyks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075187001732006002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm6vsEbqgHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E8pLp0O_2Bw/s400/As_viewed_from_the_earth_by_istarpleyks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Photo grabbed from Tahmi. I'm her fan! Yeah! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm6i6UbqgGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ymoW3f4iBjQ/s1600-h/Emulolz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075172952893980770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm6i6UbqgGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ymoW3f4iBjQ/s400/Emulolz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This may never start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We could fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I'd be your memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lost your sense of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feelings insincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hardest part of growing up is where you collect memories out of joy, pain, and uncertainty. Sometimes, people find it really hard to recall those treasures that lay in their hands. Damn, this song reminds me of everything. Perhaps it was only a dream and I don't have the time to recognize it all except the most important part of it. Like I'm collecting diamonds out of stones. I thank God for making those memories; they're the best of what I can ever imagine. PLUS - Mix the misfortunes, pain and suffering, joy, anger and all, equals a very good and colorful memory. You'll have, in sometime, reminisce those things that you had learned from people, the "how" you took your fall and helped yourself to reach the top again. Those things will really make you a "somebody" out of a nobody. It'll make you laugh sometime and realize how things really get to change in due time. And then you'll say : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what a sore loser I was before, and what I am right now is thanks to those memories I've built up, I've grown to a more reliable person.&lt;/span&gt; Hey, I just remembered something, last night, my dad and my mom got home from work about 16 minutes before 1 am - and I was so damn worried with them and I was thinking about what happened to them. I'm not used to them going home past 12 midnight, so I was in panic while I was lying in bed. The moment they came, I was like this : &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"What time is it now? You're supposed to go home by 7 pm right? Geez, what took you so long?"&lt;/span&gt; I had the best laugh of my life when I realized that I was scolding my parents for going home late. Ahahaha! Damn that night! Then I got myself fixed, went to my room and tried to think about what I said to them. I just realized that "I cared" although I was stubborn and selfish with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels good to express out what you feel huh? Yeah, life's a bit twisted right now and I gotta spread some flat corners and talk. I've learned a lesson that I can keep for a lifetime. That is : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Memories are built up for people to learn, for people to remember, and for people to move away from trouble. Even though how many times a person falls down, as long as that person remembers, life's going to be a bit easier."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This may never start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing out my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear.(I'd be your memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;and the music starts to fade... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;just for tonight.. tonight :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-5728511275523947910?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/5728511275523947910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=5728511275523947910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/5728511275523947910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/5728511275523947910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/06/memory-sugarcult.html' title='Memory - Sugarcult'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/Rm6vsEbqgHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E8pLp0O_2Bw/s72-c/As_viewed_from_the_earth_by_istarpleyks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-7540562291846058237</id><published>2007-06-01T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T06:24:36.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day - June 1, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freephoto1.com/photo/photo-glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.freephoto1.com/photo/photo-glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So bored, damn it. Pork chop and all features that will suit this boring atmosphere will surely be welcomed. Help! Damn! *sobs* I'm thinking about a topic that will give me the spark to endure this boring day. Oh, bingo! Here's my saviour! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Healthy Life : 12 Ways in Avoiding Stress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Exercise.&lt;/strong&gt; Keep yourself up. Keep a healty&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Eat the real stuff.&lt;/strong&gt; Does burgers and fast food serve your proper diet?&lt;br /&gt;Uhuh, bingo you say, it doesn't. It's not necessary for a person to eat burgers.&lt;br /&gt;True, it makes your "temporary diet" okay, but will it fuel you for the whole&lt;br /&gt;day of work? Nah. Stick to HEALTHY MEALS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Notice.&lt;/strong&gt; Try not to let the stress overtake you. Recognize the&lt;br /&gt;situations that cause the stress and notice them coming your way. You have a&lt;br /&gt;better shot at fending off the full effects of the stress when you can&lt;br /&gt;anticipate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Get it off your chest.&lt;/strong&gt; Talk to a friend or partner about the stress.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just getting it off your chest can help unload some of the&lt;br /&gt;burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Keep your sense of humor.&lt;/strong&gt; If you do have the chance to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;try to see the irony and humor in the wacky bits. I think someone is dead in the&lt;br /&gt;water once they lose their sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Stay grateful.&lt;/strong&gt; Life's a bit hard to look at to but there are times&lt;br /&gt;that you will never imagine that one day, it will make your life great. Like in&lt;br /&gt;an instance, a friend notices you having some deep trauma/problem over something&lt;br /&gt;then he/she will say : "Hey buddy what's your problem there, can I talk to you?"&lt;br /&gt;Never put your head out of the line. I'm sure someone cares for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Ask, "What's the hurry?"&lt;/strong&gt; Have some fun. We're always so busy going somewhere, we&lt;br /&gt;miss just enjoying the moment. If an opportunity comes your way to do something&lt;br /&gt;fun, take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Take a deep breath.&lt;/strong&gt; When you feel the stress getting to you, take a&lt;br /&gt;moment. Get away, even if it's just for an hour, to be with yourself and your&lt;br /&gt;thoughts. Some people like to take a walk, meditate, lock themselves away in a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful bath, or go to church. Find the peace and the silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Keep it simple.&lt;/strong&gt; Simplify things that will make your work easier. Find&lt;br /&gt;ways to provide yourself comfort while making uneasy stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Sleep.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're relaxed, you have a better shot at handling&lt;br /&gt;things. Not to mention, you may not stress out as easily if you have a chance to&lt;br /&gt;recover at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Listening to music.&lt;/strong&gt; Stress can be relieved through listening&lt;br /&gt;your favorite genre of music. It helps you to relax yourself, plus, it pleases&lt;br /&gt;you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Drink water.&lt;/strong&gt; Hydrate with water. Help you entire system function&lt;br /&gt;better just by drinking enough water. Oh, and by the way, if you don't think&lt;br /&gt;that weight loss and proper hydration have a relationship, think again. Shift&lt;br /&gt;the paradigm on its side -- don't think about exercise and nutritional eating&lt;br /&gt;just as something you have to suffer through to get into those jeans. Instead,&lt;br /&gt;think of them as armor that will protect you in this crazy world, with all of&lt;br /&gt;the bazillion details you deal with every day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-7540562291846058237?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/7540562291846058237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=7540562291846058237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/7540562291846058237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/7540562291846058237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/06/boring-day-june-1-2007.html' title='Boring Day - June 1, 2007'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-2849354339578394003</id><published>2007-06-01T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T04:03:28.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♠ What If - Babyface&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I ran into a friend of yours the other day&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her how you've been&lt;br /&gt;She said my girl is fine; just bought a house, got a job, real good man&lt;br /&gt;I told her I was glad for you; that's wonderful&lt;br /&gt;But does she ever ask `bout me?&lt;br /&gt;She said she's happy with her life right now&lt;br /&gt;Let her go, let her be&lt;br /&gt;And I told myself I would, but something in my heart just would not let you go&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;What if we were wrong about each other?&lt;br /&gt;What if you were really made for me?&lt;br /&gt;What if we was `sposed to be together?&lt;br /&gt;Would that not mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;What if that was `sposed to be my house that you go home to every day?&lt;br /&gt;How can you be sure that things are better?&lt;br /&gt;If you can't be sure your heart aint still here with me&lt;br /&gt;Still wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your friend asked me if there was someone special in my life that I was seeing&lt;br /&gt;I told her there was no one in particular&lt;br /&gt;There's just I, myself, and me&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I dream of you quite often&lt;br /&gt;She just cut her eyes at me&lt;br /&gt;She said you got a home, you're very happy&lt;br /&gt;So just stop your meddling&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I won't&lt;br /&gt;I said things were cool, but I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I still can't move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now that could be my car&lt;br /&gt;That could be my house&lt;br /&gt;That could be my baby boy that you're nursing&lt;br /&gt;That could be the trash that I always take out&lt;br /&gt;That could be the chair that I love to chill in&lt;br /&gt;That could be my food on the table at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and the kisses, all the love we make&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you expect me to say?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's really `sposed to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're really `sposed to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Chorus fade-out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it ends with a bang! Damn, that song reminds me a lot of "I-don't-wanna-go-back-to-my-past" life. Uhuh, beat it. I'd like to know what you feel 'bout the song. Did you happen to look back on those times? About how he/she pleases you like that, how that person made you feel right, how that person made your day? Like "I'll do anything to please you, 'coz I just wanna make you happy and stuff" .. right..  seems so stupid, rips you apart ei?  This song just made my day go round. Awe yeah.. XD now I'm out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*smurfiiin' ~ Audi mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-2849354339578394003?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/2849354339578394003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=2849354339578394003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/2849354339578394003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/2849354339578394003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-if.html' title='What If -'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-4229958687982785868</id><published>2007-05-28T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:16:05.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Arena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RltK5_UDQII/AAAAAAAAAAU/fVbs0P1Z8Vg/s1600-h/D.GrayMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069728165644157058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RltK5_UDQII/AAAAAAAAAAU/fVbs0P1Z8Vg/s200/D.GrayMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; D. Gray Man Cast of Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RltKLPUDQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P720j-zuNXc/s1600-h/Teru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069727362485272690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RltKLPUDQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P720j-zuNXc/s200/Teru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teru Mikami of Death Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current anime shows that I'm watching over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.crunchyroll.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Death Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• D. Gray Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anime shows that I am willing to watch over and over again :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Detective Conan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Ghost Fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Slam Dunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Shingetsutan Tsukihime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Fate/Stay Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• La Corda d'Oro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Fushigi Yuugi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Ichigo 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Bleach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Chobits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Love Hina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Gundam Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Gundam Seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Ouran High School Host Club - Super Laugh TRIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Evangelion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• Paradise Kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Tenjho Tenge&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Darker than Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Tiny bits of information served. Enjoy watching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-4229958687982785868?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/4229958687982785868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=4229958687982785868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4229958687982785868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4229958687982785868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/05/anime-arena.html' title='Anime Arena'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7esndMuuxv8/RltK5_UDQII/AAAAAAAAAAU/fVbs0P1Z8Vg/s72-c/D.GrayMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-6202671379474921377</id><published>2007-05-28T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:35:04.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/36/mysteriousethug2yz1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/36/mysteriousethug2yz1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/36/mysteriousethug2yz1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lushtshirts.co.uk/images/products/house_dj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lushtshirts.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sound trip&lt;/span&gt; mode : Break free from the chains. Feel it. Sway with it. Voice out. Make it alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Listo&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Breamo&lt;/span&gt;' : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Alternative Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ Breath - Breaking Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;♠ I see nothing in&lt;br /&gt;your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the less I&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ What I've Done - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt; Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ You know it's all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ Signal Fire - Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ The River - Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ Baptized in the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanna be delivered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(on my own)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♣ The Pursuit - Evans Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;♠ Are you alone where you are tonight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm alone when you're right here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I'm still in you somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I never left at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now I'm stealing you too low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So my voice is all you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♠ Sweet Sacrifice - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Evanesence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♣ It's true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;we're all a little&lt;br /&gt;insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But it's so&lt;br /&gt;clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now that I'm&lt;br /&gt;unchained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♠ Well Enough Alone - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chevelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;♣ &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why we leave well enough alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never thought about the shame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So fed up what's with the scenes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Observe and leave instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's flip into another genre : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♠ Magazines - Brand New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♣ I'm only broken-hearted loser you'll ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♠ Wake Up Call - Hawthorne Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♣ Say "so long," say "goodnight," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and just hold out your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To catch me if I fall into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Say "so long," say "goodnight," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and just hold out your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To catch me if I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♠ Rooftops - Lost Prophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♣ When our time is up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When our lives are done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will we say we've had our fun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will we make a mark, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will we always say we tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♠ Thanks For The Memories - Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;♣ I'm gonna make you bend and break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Say your prayers, but let the good times roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In case god doesn't show(let the good times roll, let the good times roll) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And i want these words to make things right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But its the wrong that makes these words come to life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who does he think he is (if that's the worst you got you better put your fingers back to the keys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One more night and one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♠ My Eyes Burn - Matchbook Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♣ So take take everything and leave me scrambling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reaching for something that wasn't there in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♠ Empty Picture Frame - Jets To Brazil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♣ that picture repays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my eyes as they glaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a thousand lashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;from a love long gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wacky tacky portion : I'm really sleepy. I need to rest. I really guess so. I'm bored. About the last song : it sounds like an "old song"... I guess it is an old song. Well, ciao for now. Be back in a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-6202671379474921377?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/6202671379474921377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=6202671379474921377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/6202671379474921377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/6202671379474921377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-im-listening.html' title='What I&apos;m Listening'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-946698497519817404</id><published>2007-05-28T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:20:09.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hell With That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://timestes.nevada.ar.us/anger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://timestes.nevada.ar.us/anger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ What I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;I'll face myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;To cross out what I've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Erase myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;And let go of what I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;[What I've Done - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt; Park]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At this instant I'm sure that you have guessed what I feel directly : anger. Why so? I am pissed off with what things are going on. Just right now, after chatting with "I-don't-want-to-expose-that-person," I instantly felt regret. Why did I just talk to that person? Nonsense talk. Useless, time-consuming talk. I really feel stupid. And on another point of view, why am I cramming for an answer? Is that person important to me? Hell yeah, that person is very important. That person said: "I missed you;" and it buzzed me off the ground. But I can't find anything there, those lines that person said to me were just like "false labels." I was thinking about it. Am I completely blaming that person? Somehow, as you can see and read, YES, I am. I am pissed off with your manner. Why did you have to do &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; at that instant? Is it really that damn important that talking to &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;? I who stupidly searched for answers behind your eyes? I who wants to know that you are &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt; to me? Can't you see that? We never talk this much anyway. I just want to tell you some things that may at least make you smile, make you happy, make you feel important. This saves nothing but resolutions. &lt;strong&gt;Just like that, forget me and go on. Damn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here I go on, mixing my emotions with confusion. I'm listening to alternative rock at the moment. I've been through with Signal Fire by Snow Patrol. Smooth music. Soothing. Relaxing. Damn, even though music helps me forget the problem BUT the problem just sings its way inside my damn brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ The perfect words&lt;br /&gt;never crossed my mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;'cause there was&lt;br /&gt;nothing in there but you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I felt every ounce of&lt;br /&gt;me screaming out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;But the sound was&lt;br /&gt;trapped deep in me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;All I wanted just speed&lt;br /&gt;right past me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I was&lt;br /&gt;rooted fast to the earth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;[Signal Fire - Snow&lt;br /&gt;Patrol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is my way of bringing my problems out of me. The problem is that the problem just goes on and on inside my damn brain... Can't help myself but to bring myself to use : I am currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;PLAYING SOME DAMN INSTRUMENT -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-946698497519817404?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/946698497519817404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=946698497519817404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/946698497519817404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/946698497519817404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/05/hell-with-that.html' title='The Hell With That'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-4191741777608352488</id><published>2007-05-28T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:39:28.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness Uncovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/Look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/Look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;When people are truly lonely, they feel miserably unhappy, vacuous, and painfully hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are things that doesn't rhyme with loneliness at all. Voluntary solitude, for example, is not synonymous with loneliness. Lonely people do not voluntarily enter into that emotional state; rather, they "find themselves" feeling sometimes desperately lonely for reasons even they may not fully understand. Voluntary solitude, on the other hand, can be a healthy alternative to interacting with the "noise" of the world and a respite from the constancy of dealing with the sometimes harrowing contingencies of modern life. Solitude may be sought for deep growth experiences such as meditation, visualization, listening to music, and other forms of "doing nothing." Neither is being alone synonymous with loneliness: it shows that some lonely people have sufficient interactional networks and are, nonetheless, lonely because they are dissatisfied with those networks; conversely it is well known that some people enjoy the state of aloneness, within which they might be very productive or creative, and these people are alone without being lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In addition to that, loneliness can be brought on to because of "emptiness and isolation." Another example to that is with Shakesphere's Coriolanus. Here's some of the lines that I've extracted from the book itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;He that will give good words to thee will flatter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no. (Lines 163-168).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pretty ei? Well let's go back to the topic ( GEEZ, where have you been little girl? ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so loneliness can be expressed in those terms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Redefining loneliness... *source dictionary*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. the state of being alone in solitary isolation(synonym) solitariness(hypernym) isolation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. sadness resulting from being forsaken or abandoned(synonym) forlornness, desolation(hypernym) sadness, unhappiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. a disposition toward being alone(synonym) aloneness, lonesomeness, solitude(hypernym) disposition, temperament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On the first entry I defined loneliness in different ways and how do they differ from another state. In here, the examples are shown to enable you to differentiate what is loneliness to another material. Here ends my topic about loneliness. Unveiling it sure is fun. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-4191741777608352488?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/4191741777608352488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=4191741777608352488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4191741777608352488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4191741777608352488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/05/loneliness-uncovered.html' title='Loneliness Uncovered'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-4199708295181280914</id><published>2007-05-28T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:56:55.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/Loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/Loneliness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ Loneliness One-O-One ♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♠ Seeks me, moves me♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Part 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At times like these, people gather around and think : &lt;strong&gt;" WHAT IS LONELINESS ? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Loneliness is easily described as :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;♠ It can be the lack of effective&lt;br /&gt;communication skills that provide meaningful interaction with others or&lt;br /&gt;otherwise people who find it difficult to feel connected to another person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♠ A definition of loneliness from this perspective is&lt;br /&gt;likely to include a central concern with feeling alone, rejected, or alienated&lt;br /&gt;as a function of an inability to establish, maintain, and terminate&lt;br /&gt;relationships appropriately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;or it can be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;♠ A multidimensional problem, involving not merely social skills deficits and dysfunctional attachment histories but also cognitive styles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attributional&lt;/span&gt; patterns, situational problems, unrealistic expectancies, and other factors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Any acceptable definition of loneliness would have to account for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;multifactorial&lt;/span&gt; situation in a logically meaningful way. Even though it is now possible to construct a prototype or a "general case" of a lonely person, if there is no universally agreed-upon definition of loneliness, it is imperative that within-group variance be kept constantly in mind, particularly when attempting to identify loneliness accurately within a clinical setting. The literature suggests that, while general patterns may exist in lonely people, such people are far from identical; differential levels and varying types of loneliness must be considered when dealing with lonely people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ Fundamentally, loneliness can be conceptualized as an aversive&lt;br /&gt;affective condition, accompanied by any number of possible problematic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cognitions&lt;/span&gt;, life circumstances, problem-solving strategies, interactive&lt;br /&gt;patterns, and various other factors, depending on the individual. The subjective&lt;br /&gt;experience of loneliness, however, is at the heart of the matter, and is&lt;br /&gt;sometimes so intense that lonely people can think about little else. In&lt;br /&gt;addition, lonely people possess a deep sense of emptiness that they frequently&lt;br /&gt;describe quite accurately as loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;At present, while a number of definitions for loneliness do exist, they are not necessarily consistent with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-4199708295181280914?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/4199708295181280914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=4199708295181280914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4199708295181280914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4199708295181280914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/05/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-4425319405904688074</id><published>2007-05-28T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T07:08:34.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Moment Of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/Creeping-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/Creeping-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♣ All alone in one moment ♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;People say that nightmares only exist in fantasy: DREAM LAND. I say they're wrong. Think about what you will have today, something bad or awful... and the next thing that hops right through your mind will be the next thing that will happen to you without even thinking twice if it is real or not. What do you call that? Fantasy brought to life? Cool. In fact, dreams often become real. Like this nightmare of mine, " one day, a friend drifts over in some pool and then later on, that person is gone.. " Whoever that person is, I don't want to think about you again. You just give me awful ideas on " how to end misery that fast and making it real " : WHICH IS PLAINLY STUPID.. for other people, it can be called security of oneself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another PHASE ♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Peace is intimidating when it comes to silent death. It makes you grow cold, pale and doubtful about the world. That " &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;cold, pale and doubtful world&lt;/span&gt; " is what I have now. I don't think that it's a big deal though. I've ended up in misery and in misery I will fall apart. In it I will make a world full of sorrow that I can't control my emotions further but express only the contentment that I am having because of it. I label it " &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;selfishness and greed&lt;/span&gt; " : those words make me human. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Maybe, this part of me now is my alter ego&lt;/span&gt;. The " happy me " always thinks about the future, people that never grow old, people that will save, love, share and intimidate people to become like them. They play by the rules, they never lie or somehow do evil against their brothers and sisters. Notice that the world wants this kind of idea to come to life which is really impossible for me to come up with. Uhuh, small things come to bigger things. Dreams coming to reality. Abnormality to being normal. Things like these stink. It never came to " my world of nightmares." I was thinking a minute ago, am I blind to see the beautiful world around me or was I not? If being just like this is satisfactory to my taste, why not make it? Be myself. Be real. I just don't get people who act plastic. If you love that world, make it yours and not just make it a fantasy. Dreams are dreams only if you think it can be like that. Reality somehow can't be compared to fantasy. Reaching your dreams can be another term of responsibility. It can make a person responsive to the moment he makes it worth. Another question brought me to another phase, " how can a person be happy without fulfilling his own desire? A dream he made most of his time work to make it bloom? " Truth knocks on the other side of the door while false deeds keys itself into your life. It is for you to choose. It is either you welcome one of them or to welcome both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ Dreams and desires are different. ♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♠ Reality and Fantasy can&lt;br /&gt;be mixed. ♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;♣ Life and Death are twins in&lt;br /&gt;their own special ways ♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-4425319405904688074?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/4425319405904688074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=4425319405904688074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4425319405904688074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/4425319405904688074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-moment-of-silence.html' title='One Moment Of Silence'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426048891942858487.post-1794552999125208400</id><published>2007-05-28T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T06:27:05.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish for Thought - As Music Spins My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/991226440l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/991226440l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♠When everything seems so real yet it was created only by my fantasy...♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;When music takes it place in my heart ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Somewhere deep down there my emotions start to be abrupt ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Everything seems to be in the right place yet in the wrong time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Could it be the music that stirs my soul and mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Or could it be another motion at hand... another feature for another purpose.. another hand for another person... another word for another deed taken in action...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Or was it just plain reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;♠Last night was the night that started it all, I was playing again... and everything sat motionless in the cold atmosphere♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hello VIOLIN! Yes, you! You scared me the next day when I finally realized that I was playing YOU again. I never believed that I could play you once more for one last time. Wait, could it really be my last time to play that instrument? Was I just a little bit intense into making it alive again? The tone, the music, and the atmosphere that stir naught in silence... Whoah! It makes me want to scream! Still, I played that thing and it made me happy. The notes were blank at first, slowly, it made a tune so difficult to imagine yet so easy to understand. The result? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;♠ Loneliness filled the air and nothing can break the motionless figure of the atmosphere♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I dreaming? Fantasizing? Or was I brought by stupidity alone? Geez! But really, it was dull for me making it alive, making it spark in thin air. I cried, I cried so hard but I never realized that it was I whose making the music out of it. I just happened to skip my reading session and made some notes back for the assumption of music. I just want to keep it close to me for the least time that I was to be able to have it. Knowing less these days, I studied music again. It was a jumping start again. I feel alive. I am born anew to the fantasies I just wrote. The music makes my blood flow again to my veins. Everything came to life. Everything made a spark. Everything made a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426048891942858487-1794552999125208400?l=wordpervert2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/feeds/1794552999125208400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426048891942858487&amp;postID=1794552999125208400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1794552999125208400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426048891942858487/posts/default/1794552999125208400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordpervert2.blogspot.com/2007/05/fish-for-thought.html' title='Fish for Thought - As Music Spins My World'/><author><name>My Words Are For You To Read</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748179813608691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/-lee-/644779686l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
