<?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-3294282588215613299</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:09:25.426+08:00</updated><category term='Song'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='YUI'/><category term='Distorted'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Physics'/><title type='text'>black end of red</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cievy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869575537168412956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2pm7rDANkI/SUn4QTkm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XE9aQpVDr2Q/S220/angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294282588215613299.post-7872010775354036112</id><published>2009-10-30T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:03:58.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is Just an Excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always been worried of what will be my future and what is in store for me for my tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought of my dreams and what the future can give me.&lt;br /&gt;I've never even realized that what I do now will greatly affect tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is just an excuse to escape today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you can't change today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make use of today and not tomorrow because tomorrow... will never be today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-7872010775354036112?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7872010775354036112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-is-just-excuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/7872010775354036112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/7872010775354036112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-is-just-excuse.html' title='Tomorrow is Just an Excuse'/><author><name>cievy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869575537168412956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2pm7rDANkI/SUn4QTkm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XE9aQpVDr2Q/S220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294282588215613299.post-3518340388827286147</id><published>2009-05-16T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:07:03.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skip, turn, step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt so sad after the final presentation for my ojt in HeroTV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will surely miss all of them. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but sure enough, to wish for time to stop or time to turn back would really be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the heck. i am crazy ... crazy enough to want to turn back time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned a lot. felt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;experienced a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is remember all of it. engrave it in my mind.heart.soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then there was goodbye. for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;live.life.love.laugh.tears.patience.fear.understand.forgive.create.believe.stand.protect.humble.passion.explore.push.try.best.fantasize.tweak.original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-3518340388827286147?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3518340388827286147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/05/skip-turn-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/3518340388827286147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/3518340388827286147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/05/skip-turn-step.html' title='skip, turn, step'/><author><name>cievy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869575537168412956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2pm7rDANkI/SUn4QTkm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XE9aQpVDr2Q/S220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294282588215613299.post-5860656660558357762</id><published>2009-04-06T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:58:33.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YUI'/><title type='text'>YUI - AGAIN mp3</title><content type='html'>Here's YUI's new song for Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood's new opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/217973504/01_-_again.mp3"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/217973504/01_-_again.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please buy the CD to support YUI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-5860656660558357762?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5860656660558357762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/yui-again-mp3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/5860656660558357762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/5860656660558357762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/yui-again-mp3.html' title='YUI - AGAIN mp3'/><author><name>cievy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869575537168412956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2pm7rDANkI/SUn4QTkm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XE9aQpVDr2Q/S220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294282588215613299.post-6511351970775184259</id><published>2009-04-06T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:06:57.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>I woke up listening to the beating chug of the train&lt;br /&gt;My head pumps blood and pain, the air is stiffling&lt;br /&gt;Is this what we call a new refreshing day?&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I'm bounded in a box of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep brings forth dreams&lt;br /&gt;Life brings forth reality&lt;br /&gt;but here I am, standing on the border&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance to bring it to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons will bind you&lt;br /&gt;Emotions will blind you&lt;br /&gt;What's the cost of a dream fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;What's the weight of a life ruined?&lt;br /&gt;Are tears equivalent to living?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live my dream&lt;br /&gt;even if it's pain I have to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the streets of crying children&lt;br /&gt;My face started to cringe, my eyes started crying&lt;br /&gt;Ah, if this is what is called to be human,&lt;br /&gt;Is there a choice of not being one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep brings forth dreams&lt;br /&gt;Life brings forth reality&lt;br /&gt;but here I am, feeling life with my hands&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance to bring it to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons will bind you&lt;br /&gt;Emotions will blind you&lt;br /&gt;What's the cost of a dream fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;What's the weight of a life ruined?&lt;br /&gt;Are tears equivalent to living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up and you try to reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;Look down and you feel the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Move forward and you forget who you are&lt;br /&gt;Live in your past and everything will stop!&lt;br /&gt;Then once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons will bind you&lt;br /&gt;Emotions will blind you&lt;br /&gt;What's the cost of a dream fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;What's the weight of a life ruined?&lt;br /&gt;Are tears equivalent to living?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live my dream&lt;br /&gt;even if it's pain I have to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one chance!&lt;br /&gt;One chance&lt;br /&gt;I want to see it with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;The cost of fulfilling my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-6511351970775184259?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6511351970775184259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/6511351970775184259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/6511351970775184259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/chance.html' title='Chance'/><author><name>cievy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869575537168412956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2pm7rDANkI/SUn4QTkm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XE9aQpVDr2Q/S220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294282588215613299.post-1588016851680950030</id><published>2009-02-28T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:10:07.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physics'/><title type='text'>Balancing the Imbalanced</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Newton's Third Law : For every action, there's always an equal opposite reaction."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it applies to our daily lives in various unexpected ways; worse, the reaction is more than what we did. No matter how we try to avoid it, most of the time, every action that we make gives us the opposite reaction -- the reaction that we are not anticipating. You gain here, you lose something at the other end. I guess, this law is more of trying to balance the things in our lives rather than trying to nullify everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So it goes, you become a workaholic and you lose the people you treasure. It's the same thing when you try to concentrate on just one part of your life. If you focus on just your academics, sooner or later, you'll realize that the people around you are fading slowly one by one. At times, if you gain new friends, you lose the others. It's not about asking who your real friends are; but, it's a matter of how you give time to all of the people you consider your friend. It's not about them trying to understand you; it's about you trying to understand them. Step out of your self-centered world and see how the world revolves in a different perspective. You'll see that there's a lot of things happening without you knowing it. Things and people change, even the weather changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Same thing goes when you just focus on keeping all of your friends. Isn't it a shame on how mediocore you are in terms of responsibility? You can't give your best shot when your focus isn't on what you are supposed to do. You set it aside and say to yourself, "people are more important." Wrong. A person shouldn't neglect even one of his responsibilities just because he's trying to keep is world of friendship and family intact. If you see that your responsibility in work or in school is a great hindrance to your world, drop your responsibility and leave it behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For every action, there's always a greater opposite reaction. You lose in life; but, you'll soon realize, you gained something really important. You gained something that is never taught in four-walled rooms. You gained something that is never seen in books, most especially, never spoken of by your friends. When you gained something, you'll lose something in return. It might be that you'll lose something important to you -- pride, wealth... name it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The question of balancing comes into mind. However, there's no such thing as balancing everything in your life. A balanced life does not necessarily mean a balanced time for everyone. It's just not feasible. If you don't lose anything, you won't gain anything. If you lose something important to you, win it back by losing something else instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life won't give you everything that you want. You'll only get what you need and those that you give real importance to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**note:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry, lae. I miss you so much. 8D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/3294282588215613299-1588016851680950030?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1588016851680950030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/balancing-imbalanced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/1588016851680950030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/1588016851680950030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/balancing-imbalanced.html' title='Balancing the Imbalanced'/><author><name>cievy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869575537168412956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2pm7rDANkI/SUn4QTkm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XE9aQpVDr2Q/S220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294282588215613299.post-7754350826234846875</id><published>2009-02-07T09:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:20:45.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LanlaLanla~</title><content type='html'>So it's lae's bday yesterday and so, here's what I was able to make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/14e2v6w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 537px; TEXT-ALIGN: align-left" alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/14e2v6w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and my try-hard sketch of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/2ywxzew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CUrsor: hand; HEIGHT: 537px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2ywxzew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my failed attempt to sketch an anime sho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/33ng1t3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CUrsor: hand; HEIGHT: 537px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/33ng1t3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lanlalanla~ I'm sorry, lea. happy late birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-7754350826234846875?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7754350826234846875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/lanlalanla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/7754350826234846875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/7754350826234846875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/lanlalanla.html' title='LanlaLanla~'/><author><name>cievy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869575537168412956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2pm7rDANkI/SUn4QTkm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XE9aQpVDr2Q/S220/angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/14e2v6w_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294282588215613299.post-8493293200770270464</id><published>2008-12-24T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:25:44.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I keep pressing my fingernails on to my palms&lt;br /&gt;Resisting the fact that I'm not calm.&lt;br /&gt;I may be all wrapped up in your arms;&lt;br /&gt;but where's the warmth?&lt;br /&gt;Where's the warmth?&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you in silence.&lt;br /&gt;Only thinking that my presence&lt;br /&gt;is a violation. It's a violation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;What we've come to understand has lost its sense.&lt;br /&gt;What's the sense?&lt;br /&gt;Hey pain, I'm here. Prove to me I'm real.&lt;br /&gt;This thin icy sheet of steel is inviting as it feels.&lt;br /&gt;Because crying is useless. Because I won't cry, it's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness speaks with my voice.&lt;br /&gt;It is never a choice.&lt;br /&gt;"What choice?"&lt;br /&gt;I keep pressing my fingernails on to my palms&lt;br /&gt;trying really hard to be calm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm arguing with my conscience; please give all these some sense.&lt;br /&gt;Because crying is useless. Because I'm bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding with my wounds invisible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-8493293200770270464?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8493293200770270464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/8493293200770270464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/8493293200770270464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>cievy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869575537168412956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2pm7rDANkI/SUn4QTkm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XE9aQpVDr2Q/S220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294282588215613299.post-9071078716746747647</id><published>2008-12-18T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:34:16.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Distorted'/><title type='text'>Distorted [Prologue]</title><content type='html'>Prologue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounds erratically against my chest along with the rhythm of my breathlessness. I can’t see a thing; not one light is lit wherever I may be. The coldness of the tiles that seem to exude the smell of blood is seeping through my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s coming. I can hear the unusual footsteps coming closer. The footsteps that seemed more like dragging carries this groaning voice with it. I still can’t see a thing; but, I can hear it more clearly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not die… I will not die…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream badly but the thought that this person might hear me silences my voice. I moved a bit to my left and then I felt this cold sticky liquid on my hand. I tried to smell it; then, all my guts wanted to crumble. I cannot force back my tears now and I cannot hold back my scream anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sharp voice pierces through the air and keeps bouncing on the walls. I know that person heard me. I have to run; yet, as I stood up, I slid back down banging myself on the pool of blood on the freezing tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“XALEN!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prologue is still not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-9071078716746747647?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/9071078716746747647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2008/12/distorted-prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/9071078716746747647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Love</title><content type='html'>How I hate it, your body's gravity&lt;br /&gt;My eyes, they're attracted to you&lt;br /&gt;Where's friction when you need it?&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop moving closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't explain this.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's no theory about this.&lt;br /&gt;Do we blush because of love?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we, because of blood rush?&lt;br /&gt;Do we get crazy because of this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we, because of entropy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I hate it, this temperature change&lt;br /&gt;This situation, turning my energy to waste&lt;br /&gt;If it's possible, I pray, for a human being&lt;br /&gt;I'll evaporate then condense before your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I can't say why&lt;br /&gt;I won't try, I can't cry&lt;br /&gt;Your centripetal force, yes you&lt;br /&gt;My world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we blush because of love?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we, because of blood rush?&lt;br /&gt;Do we get crazy because of this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we, because of entropy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how, no matter when&lt;br /&gt;No theory or experiment can&lt;br /&gt;Explain this situation at hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love, and accelerating at that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-428007236632741270?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/428007236632741270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2008/12/theory-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/428007236632741270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;trying&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294282588215613299-5232016851833392116?l=black-end-of-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5232016851833392116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://black-end-of-red.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-trying-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294282588215613299/posts/default/5232016851833392116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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