<?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-8816108</id><updated>2012-01-30T00:17:45.659+08:00</updated><category term='Behavior'/><category term='i love my boy'/><title type='text'>Life's a 1 time event. dun waste it. live 2 e best</title><subtitle type='html'>Simplicity is a bliss that one can only hope to receive. For me, i'm just yet another person living in a society where simplicity cannot be afforded by even the richest and most powerful. But reason being, they are just too complicated to savour the bliss of simplicity.


This is just an ordinary human being with much to rant about and an analyst to the weirdest, most uncommon topics around.

I just like writing stories and sharing my thoughts and this shall be my gallare of thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-1555941544094688006</id><published>2008-07-22T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:21:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cute little girlfriend</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since i last blogged and i promised my dearly beloved that i would because a really interesting incident happened on 11th July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to Ajisen Ramen at Bukit Panjang. for no apparent reasons, we decided to spend that extra $ we had. We went in and ordered ourselves some ramen and of course, desserts eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was this mango ice thing. Now, the interesting thing happened. Keep in mind that this dessert has NO sago ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating, she happily dug in and saw a ball (air bubble to be exact) and went, "Eh, is that sago ball?" and tried poking it. it didnt burst (as she didnt poke hard enough). And guess what, she ate in and said, "hmm, i dont think i taste anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, already about to laugh out loud showed her that this, is an air bubble (by poking it) and she started laughing at herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where everything became really funny. she cant stop laughing and even after we leave, she's still laughing. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I'm right beside her now. she is studying her test and me, slacking. My fyp presentation is tml. Really tired over the past weeks/months of rushing this project. i must admit that the website done is really impressive compared to many. It has all the needed functions and links as compared to NEXT.com &amp; ASOS.com (the top 2 fashion portals in the world). My project is to create an interactive web browsing eperience for users (in focus on browsing fashion websites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, most of the work is done by only one of my team mate while the 3 of us kinda floats in his shadow. Oh well, life under a big tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oooooohh......." thats what she just said. guess she just had a revelation of some sort. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what can i add to this post. I'm supposed to make it really long and worth reading. things between us are ok at this point of time. I'm really busy with my school and that's affecting my mood. Guess i became hot-tempered unknowingly lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been in contact with any of my friends. really lost touch with them. But what can i do, time is not enough. Family's down with many issues too. Not to mention the problem of me STILL not motivated to attend classes regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to my As??? haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess im influenced by her. Her Oh well syndrome has gotten into me. haha. just count my oh wells in the previous paragraphs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, our rabbits are really cute. lots of funny incidents and pictures. but, in short, i guess they are the only pets i have that i've put in so much effort. However, is it willing or no choice? lol. i have a consistently busy and tired girlfriend. haha. In a good way perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed alot of people's birthday i just realised. But michelle's coming soon. lets make it a bang (not helping in the planning and everything doesnt seem to make things a bang yet). but, it's a really long time since i had a gathering with my friends. Guess somethings cant be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop here now. going any deeper may be revealing too much. I still care &amp; love my friends. but i love my darling still too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1555941544094688006?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1555941544094688006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=1555941544094688006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1555941544094688006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1555941544094688006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-cute-little-girlfriend.html' title='my cute little girlfriend'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4004308747898603165</id><published>2008-05-21T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:53:52.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test test for fyp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;no link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4004308747898603165?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4004308747898603165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>A long way to go</title><content type='html'>Was it you&lt;br /&gt;That said that she could never get enough of me&lt;br /&gt;But you confessed&lt;br /&gt;That when we were alone you had to tell yourself to breathe&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I&lt;br /&gt;Should feel a little more like I've been living in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm asking you should I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I can't help thinking about if I'd be better without you)&lt;br /&gt;If we stay together&lt;br /&gt;(it could get worse, then again, maybe it could get better)&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I can't help thinking about if I'd be better without you)&lt;br /&gt;Somethings wrong we both know&lt;br /&gt;That you and I still got a long way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be with me instead of other guys&lt;br /&gt;Oh make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like something special&lt;br /&gt;God I think I've heard a million times&lt;br /&gt;So would it be enough&lt;br /&gt;To buy you everything and call you mine&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it won't last long if I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I can't help thinking about if I'd be better without you)&lt;br /&gt;If we stay together&lt;br /&gt;(it could get worse, then again, maybe it could get better)&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I can't help thinking about if I'd be better without you)&lt;br /&gt;Somethings wrong we both know&lt;br /&gt;That you and I still got a long way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would leave tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love you&lt;br /&gt;If we stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I can't help thinking about if I'd be better without you)&lt;br /&gt;If we stay together&lt;br /&gt;(it could get worse, then again, maybe it could get better)&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I can't help thinking about if I'd be better without you)&lt;br /&gt;Somethings wrong we both know&lt;br /&gt;That you and I still got a long..long way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long way to go&lt;br /&gt;Long way to go&lt;br /&gt;Still got a long way to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-423889398582534044?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/423889398582534044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=423889398582534044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/423889398582534044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/423889398582534044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-way-to-go.html' title='A long way to go'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6698819963158727055</id><published>2008-02-09T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T03:30:46.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your subtleties &lt;br /&gt;They strangle me &lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain myself at all. &lt;br /&gt;And all that wants &lt;br /&gt;And all that needs &lt;br /&gt;All I don’t want to need at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing &lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted &lt;br /&gt;On this evening &lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light, &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falling star &lt;br /&gt;Least I fall alone. &lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain what you can’t explain. &lt;br /&gt;Your finding things that you didn’t know &lt;br /&gt;I look at you with such disdain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing &lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted &lt;br /&gt;On this evening &lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight, &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight will make this right &lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to fight &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight, &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m on my own side &lt;br /&gt;It’s better than being on your side &lt;br /&gt;It’s my fault when your blind &lt;br /&gt;It’s better that I see it through your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts locked inside &lt;br /&gt;Now you’re the first to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight, &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight will make this right &lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to fight &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight, &lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. it will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6698819963158727055?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6698819963158727055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6698819963158727055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6698819963158727055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6698819963158727055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2008/02/your-subtleties-they-strangle-me-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3617827223696109708</id><published>2007-10-01T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T03:02:12.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my boy'/><title type='text'>Small TEENY WEENY LIL hijacker =x</title><content type='html'>guess who?&lt;br /&gt;if you are guessing, means you are dumb, cause below got my name! =p&lt;br /&gt;owell, im lame and im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 3am.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;owner of this blog&lt;/em&gt; was fast aslp LONG AGO like a &lt;strong&gt;pig&lt;/strong&gt; (as usual),&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, cant slp again.&lt;br /&gt;owell, why am i blogging here when i have my own blog?&lt;br /&gt;the reason is.....&lt;br /&gt;I'VE JUST EDITED THIS BORING &amp;amp; DUSTY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;though its nothing much, but at least it adds alil freshness okay!&lt;br /&gt;plus this super nice song by this &lt;em&gt;owner's fav band&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i think he will love me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT YOU, JOSHUA LEK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3617827223696109708?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3617827223696109708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3617827223696109708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3617827223696109708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3617827223696109708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/10/small-teeny-weeny-lil-hijacker-x.html' title='Small TEENY WEENY LIL hijacker =x'/><author><name>Vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484143584639939227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6635800994221856586</id><published>2007-09-13T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:26:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parting is greek to me</title><content type='html'>"Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss so much things.&lt;br /&gt;cable car.&lt;br /&gt;sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;stars.&lt;br /&gt;flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6635800994221856586?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6635800994221856586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6635800994221856586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6635800994221856586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6635800994221856586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/09/parting-is-greek-to-me.html' title='parting is greek to me'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2471617476071757016</id><published>2007-09-13T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:19:37.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thy faithless soul</title><content type='html'>For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent, &lt;br /&gt;Unlocked the treasure of his happy state; &lt;br /&gt;What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent &lt;br /&gt;In the possession of his beauteous mate; &lt;br /&gt;Reck'ning his fortune at such high-proud rate &lt;br /&gt;That kings might be espoused to more fame, &lt;br /&gt;But king nor peer to such a peerless dame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O happiness enjoyed but of a few! &lt;br /&gt;And, if possessed, as soon decayed and done &lt;br /&gt;As is the morning silver-melting dew &lt;br /&gt;Against the golden splendour of the sun! &lt;br /&gt;An expired date, cancelled ere well begun: &lt;br /&gt;Honour and beauty, in the owner's arms, &lt;br /&gt;Are weakly fortressed from a world of harms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty itself doth of itself persuade &lt;br /&gt;The eyes of men without an orator; &lt;br /&gt;What needeth then apology be made, &lt;br /&gt;To set forth that which is so singular? &lt;br /&gt;Or why is Collatine the publisher &lt;br /&gt;Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown &lt;br /&gt;From thievish ears, because it is his own? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling in chalet. PP work piling mouuntain high.&lt;br /&gt;someone save me...&lt;br /&gt;tired..&lt;br /&gt;bored...&lt;br /&gt;missing old times..&lt;br /&gt;reminescenes...&lt;br /&gt;things changed...&lt;br /&gt;people changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o thy lord i plead.&lt;br /&gt;take me away from the wretches claws.&lt;br /&gt;of treachery and consummated hate.&lt;br /&gt;my bateless edge of forgotten faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the better times to come.&lt;br /&gt;for me &amp; you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2471617476071757016?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2471617476071757016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2471617476071757016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2471617476071757016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2471617476071757016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/09/thy-faithless-soul.html' title='thy faithless soul'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4549630008104770568</id><published>2007-09-12T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:55:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomia</title><content type='html'>trust comes from faith.&lt;br /&gt;faith comes with honesty.&lt;br /&gt;honesty comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if self was not honest to begin.&lt;br /&gt;what faith can be spoken of.&lt;br /&gt;what trust can be worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if words carry no weight.&lt;br /&gt;if light bears no hope.&lt;br /&gt;what hope what dreams what life awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no darkness but ignorance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of prophet.&lt;br /&gt;All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor. With what little of left; what little to live; what lesser to strive; life is a parting end of friendship and love belike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4549630008104770568?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4549630008104770568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4549630008104770568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4549630008104770568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4549630008104770568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/09/insomia.html' title='insomia'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3590011694917246971</id><published>2007-08-03T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:06:50.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend test</title><content type='html'>well, seems like a trend to be making friend test and i decided to make one of my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got nth to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school rocks if the As come rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class is blasting music.. f***ing noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's going clubbing, but i cant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is short..&lt;br /&gt;dun waste it with stupid mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;always remember...&lt;br /&gt;pride comes second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/829900"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/829900/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3590011694917246971?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3590011694917246971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3590011694917246971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3590011694917246971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3590011694917246971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/08/friend-test.html' title='Friend test'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3785096992900992200</id><published>2007-07-18T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:20:30.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The death poem</title><content type='html'>Fifty-nine stairs to the dock &lt;br /&gt;will eventually splinter and weaken. &lt;br /&gt;The old swing &lt;br /&gt;is hanging by one frayed rope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dock will sink into whatever &lt;br /&gt;fate the river offers, &lt;br /&gt;and crab pots will rust &lt;br /&gt;on an overgrown shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cornfield will be cut &lt;br /&gt;and the yard will no longer &lt;br /&gt;witness late night games of kick &lt;br /&gt;the can. The bench at the end &lt;br /&gt;of the dock will wilt from solitude, the &lt;br /&gt;absence of four generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining room table hides &lt;br /&gt;under a layer of dust as the forty &lt;br /&gt;faces at breakfast dwindle &lt;br /&gt;to just fifteen &lt;br /&gt;to just three &lt;br /&gt;until no one remains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faded deck &lt;br /&gt;of cards &lt;br /&gt;abandoned on the table, &lt;br /&gt;worn keys longing &lt;br /&gt;for musical hands &lt;br /&gt;too aged to play; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same hands that created this sanctuary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Bid has already been torn away &lt;br /&gt;and the dock has already begun to sway.&lt;br /&gt;the fading memories,&lt;br /&gt;the fading dreams,&lt;br /&gt;the fading of the blessed aged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3785096992900992200?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6839512889724686896</id><published>2007-07-18T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:41:53.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things we never did</title><content type='html'>You and me, &lt;br /&gt;We sit and talk of friendship then I ask, &lt;br /&gt;If you can see &lt;br /&gt;If we could be together, forever &lt;br /&gt;I see the light die in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Coz you're scared you'll hurt &lt;br /&gt;So you don't want to try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well take a chance and come home with me &lt;br /&gt;You could stay for eternity &lt;br /&gt;If you try then at least you'll see &lt;br /&gt;Then you'l never regret the things we never did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn to me, I see your eyes, and somehow they cease to shine &lt;br /&gt;You smile at me yet I can see, you don't think we can make it &lt;br /&gt;You see the light die in my eyes, coz I'm scared to lose you &lt;br /&gt;I wish you would try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well take a chance and come home with me &lt;br /&gt;You could stay for eternity &lt;br /&gt;If you try then at least you'll see &lt;br /&gt;Then you'l never regret the things we never did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the light die in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Coz you're scared you'll hurt &lt;br /&gt;So you don't want to try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well take a chance and come home with me &lt;br /&gt;You could stay for eternity &lt;br /&gt;If you try then at least you'll see &lt;br /&gt;Then you'l never regret the things we never did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminescene of the better..&lt;br /&gt;reminescene of the past..&lt;br /&gt;reminescene of... everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6839512889724686896?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4409910506302789826</id><published>2007-07-17T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:19:27.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is the answer to every question. &lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? Love. &lt;br /&gt;Where do we come from? Love. &lt;br /&gt;How do we create world peace? Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound overly simplistic to the modern &lt;br /&gt;human being, since we are want to analyze and&lt;br /&gt;look for complex answers to questions. We don’t &lt;br /&gt;believe that life is simple and the answers to its &lt;br /&gt;problems can also be simple: love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, what are anger, sadness, pain but the soul’s&lt;br /&gt;desire for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we know that we are beautiful and wonderful, we see the world through those eyes. We see the beauty and wonder in all things around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will fill you up so you will know there is nothing missing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will lead you to every answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the source of my strength and courage&lt;br /&gt;Love is the source of my happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that it takes to put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, is never doubting the future to come,&lt;br /&gt;Love, is never giving up needlessly,&lt;br /&gt;Love, has taught me everything,&lt;br /&gt;Love, is all that it takes to keep me moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**though friends are the ones that pushes you to greater heights and further limits, its love that's also there for extra motivation, extra encouragement and above all, extra extra joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4409910506302789826?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4409910506302789826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4409910506302789826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4409910506302789826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4409910506302789826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is-answer-to-every-question.html' title='Love'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-1452114292846786869</id><published>2007-07-17T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:14:54.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>When all the words have been written, and all the &lt;br /&gt;phrases have been spoken, the great mystery of life &lt;br /&gt;will still remain. We may map the terrains of our &lt;br /&gt;lives, measure the farthest reaches of the universe, &lt;br /&gt;but no amount of searching will ever reveal for certain &lt;br /&gt;whether we are all children of chance or part of a &lt;br /&gt;great design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who among us would have it otherwise? Who &lt;br /&gt;would wish to take the mystery out of the experience &lt;br /&gt;of looking into a newborn infant’s eyes? Who would &lt;br /&gt;not feel in violation of something great if we had &lt;br /&gt;knowledge of what has departed when we stare into &lt;br /&gt;the face of one who has died? These are the events &lt;br /&gt;that made us human, that define the distance &lt;br /&gt;between the stars and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this life is not easy. Much of its mystery is darkness. Tragedies occur, injustices exist. Bad things befall good people and sufferings are visited upon the innocent. To live we must take the lives of other species, to survive we must leave some of our brothers and sisters by the side of the road. We are prisoners of time, victims of biology, hostages of our own capacity to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times it all seems too much, impossible to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must stand against this. The world is a great mysterious place, and it’s possibilities are infinite, governed only by what our hearts can conceive. If we incline our hearts towards the darkness, we will see darkness. If we incline them toward the light, we will see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of great heart have always known this. They have understood that, as honorable as it is to see the wrong and try to correct it, a life well lived must somehow celebrate the promise that life provides. The darkness at the limits of our knowledge; the darkness that sometimes seem to surround us is merely a way to make us reach beyond certainty, to make our lives a witness to hope, a testimony to possibility, an urge toward the best and the most honorable impulses that our hearts can conceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not hard. There is in each of us, no matter how humble, a capacity for love. Even if our lives have not taken the course we had envisioned, even if we are less than the shape of our dreams, we are part of the human family. Somewhere, in the most inconsequential corners of our lives, is the opportunity for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am blind, I can run my hand across the back of a shell and celebrate beauty. If I have no legs, I can sit in quiet wonder before the restless murmurs of the sea. If I am wounded in spirit, I can reach out my hand to those who are hurting. If I am lonely, I can go among those who are desperate for love. There is no tragedy or injustice so great, no life so small and inconsequential, that we cannot bear witness to the light in the quiet acts and hidden moments of our days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can say which of these acts and moments will make a difference? The universe is vast and is a magical membrane of meaning, stretching across time and space, and it is not given to us to know her secrets and her ways. Perhaps we were placed here to meet the challenge of a single moment; perhaps the touch we give will cause the touch that will change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may just be what it takes to make this place, a better place for all. never doubt yourself. in times of crisis and uncertainty, be strong, be firm, believe in yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1452114292846786869?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1452114292846786869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=1452114292846786869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1452114292846786869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1452114292846786869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/07/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3115420909395186390</id><published>2007-07-17T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:11:19.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>Set yourself free from anything that might hinder you in becoming the person you want to be. Free yourself from the uncertainties about your abilities or the worth of your dreams, from the fears that you may not be able to achieve them or that they won't be what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set yourself free from the past. The good things from yesterday are still yours in memory; the things you want to forget you will, for tomorrow is only a sunrise away. Free yourself from regret or guilt, and promise to live this day as fully as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set yourself free from the expectations of others, and never feel guilty or embarrassed if you do not live up to their standards. You are most important to yourself; live by what you feel is best and right for you. Others will come to respect your integrity and honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set yourself free to simply be yourself, and you will soar higher than you've ever dreamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3115420909395186390?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3115420909395186390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3115420909395186390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3115420909395186390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3115420909395186390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;All the words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;br /&gt;they lie on my floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When You're Gone lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe, I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--when you're gone by avril lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you... &lt;br /&gt;so short a time apart.&lt;br /&gt;so long the heart yearns.&lt;br /&gt;so fast, the mind it misses.&lt;br /&gt;so... so... very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am and the rain is falling &lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the crossroads once again &lt;br /&gt;You're telling me you're so confused &lt;br /&gt;You can't make up your mind &lt;br /&gt;Is this meant to be &lt;br /&gt;You're asking me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can stay &lt;br /&gt;Try again or walk away &lt;br /&gt;But i believe for you and me &lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day &lt;br /&gt;So i just play my part &lt;br /&gt;Pray you'll have a change of heart &lt;br /&gt;But i can make you see it through &lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms as the dawn is breaking &lt;br /&gt;Face to face and a thousand miles apart &lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to make you see &lt;br /&gt;There's hope beyond the pain &lt;br /&gt;If we give enough &lt;br /&gt;If we learn to trust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can stay &lt;br /&gt;Try again or walk away &lt;br /&gt;But i believe for you and me &lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day &lt;br /&gt;So i just play my part &lt;br /&gt;Pray you'll have a change of heart &lt;br /&gt;But i can make you see it through &lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I could find the words &lt;br /&gt;To touch you deep inside &lt;br /&gt;You'll give my dreams just one more chance &lt;br /&gt;To let this be our last goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can stay &lt;br /&gt;Try again or walk away &lt;br /&gt;But i believe for you and me &lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day &lt;br /&gt;So i just play my part &lt;br /&gt;Pray you'll have a change of heart &lt;br /&gt;But i can make you see it through &lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--only love by trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only love.. can make me complete..&lt;br /&gt;only love.. gives me what i need..&lt;br /&gt;only love.. it is, what is greed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4010185426754523083</id><published>2007-07-16T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:18:11.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>Deer hunting.&lt;br /&gt;a sport excercising both brute strenghth and intellect.&lt;br /&gt;ruthless much may say this sport is,&lt;br /&gt;harming the innocent deers and killing them.&lt;br /&gt;but in each and every human hearts and minds,&lt;br /&gt;there is a hunter inside too.&lt;br /&gt;saddistic and ruthless, cunning and merciless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer hunting started out as a simple "game" of cat and mouse between hunter and hunted alike. it soon became a business when deer skin became popular to many and deer meat too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deer hunting has many forms and methods but one, the stalking method, both smart, precise yet slow in process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidden in the bushes,&lt;br /&gt;with trails covered and blended with nature,&lt;br /&gt;the hunter crouch and waits for its prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly crawling into the midst of the deer herd,&lt;br /&gt;making soft deer grunts,&lt;br /&gt;with proper information gathering and insights,&lt;br /&gt;a deer grunts signifies doe's way of saying come here, &lt;br /&gt;also to call her fawns at feeding time. &lt;br /&gt;It is critical to keep the call soft &lt;br /&gt;as a loud grunt is too aggressive,&lt;br /&gt;scaring them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the deer hears its call,&lt;br /&gt;during the feeding period of mid dawn and dusk,&lt;br /&gt;the deer approaches unknowing of what lies in wait.&lt;br /&gt;savoring the "green" grass with the hunter just beside,&lt;br /&gt;the deer's guard is let down by the grunts that settles and calms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creeping its way closer to the deer the hunter goes,&lt;br /&gt;but with a strong jab right into the throat,&lt;br /&gt;any call of help is futile,&lt;br /&gt;strong legs the deer has for protection here is just,&lt;br /&gt;impossible to get its way out.&lt;br /&gt;with the jagged knife still deep in the throat,&lt;br /&gt;its now only a matter of time the deer passes,&lt;br /&gt;what help is it to have a 200-pound worth kick and keen senses,&lt;br /&gt;when around the closet kin or those who pretends to be,&lt;br /&gt;the guard is down, senses, ignored,&lt;br /&gt;and the deer, yet another victim of stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like lions,&lt;br /&gt;they eat their young cubs to enforce survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like squirrels and much rodents,&lt;br /&gt;the closest are the ones that will surely cause the deepest wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, its the closest you think they are that will hurt and harm you.&lt;br /&gt;animals alike humans.&lt;br /&gt;let your guard down to the right ones.&lt;br /&gt;but who are the right ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, the most controversal and despicable game to play,&lt;br /&gt;be it fun and innocent,&lt;br /&gt;be it sore and violent,&lt;br /&gt;be it messy or rock-bottom,&lt;br /&gt;the game of life,&lt;br /&gt;whos the best gamer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4010185426754523083?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4010185426754523083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4010185426754523083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4010185426754523083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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MY LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a song for the broken-hearted &lt;br /&gt;No silent prayer for the faith-departed &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna hear my voice &lt;br /&gt;When I shout it out loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;It's my life &lt;br /&gt;It's now or never &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;(It's my life) &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said &lt;br /&gt;I did it my way &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live while I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;It's my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who stood their ground &lt;br /&gt;For Tommy and Gina who never backed down &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake &lt;br /&gt;Luck ain't even lucky &lt;br /&gt;Got to make your own breaks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;It's my life &lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;(It's my life) &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said &lt;br /&gt;I did it my way &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better stand tall when they're calling you out &lt;br /&gt;Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;It's my life &lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't gonna live forever &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;(It's my life) &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said &lt;br /&gt;I did it my way &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;It's my life &lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't gonna live forever &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;(It's my life) &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said &lt;br /&gt;I did it my way &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A NCIE DAY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?&lt;br /&gt;Who, are you to tell me if it's black or white?&lt;br /&gt;Mama, can you hear me? try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man.&lt;br /&gt;My daddy lived a lie, it's just the price that he paid.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed his life, just slaving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,if there is one thing I hang onto,&lt;br /&gt;That gets me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the ledge and&lt;br /&gt;show the wind how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in my FACE,&lt;br /&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around you, nothing´s what it seems&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a broken home of hopes and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the first to shake a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody, brave enough to take a stand,&lt;br /&gt;I've knocked on every door, on every dead-end street,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for forgiveness and what's left to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if there is one thing I hang onto,&lt;br /&gt;That gets me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the ledge, and show the wind how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day-ay-ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh , if there is one thing I hang onto,&lt;br /&gt;That gets me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the ledge,and show the wind how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;(in the background)&lt;br /&gt;(Have A Nice Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The world keeps trying to drag me down,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta raise my hands, gonna stand my ground.&lt;br /&gt;I say, hey, Have A Nice Day-ay-ay.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-7668824864951319089?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/7668824864951319089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=7668824864951319089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7668824864951319089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7668824864951319089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-nice-day.html' title='have a nice day'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6077205506828908455</id><published>2007-07-13T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:29:22.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try this</title><content type='html'>N ZRZBEL URYQ FB QRNE.&lt;br /&gt;N ZRZBEL FB CERPVBHF FB ARNE,&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZL FGNETVEY FRAG SEBZ NOBIR,&lt;br /&gt;GB TVIR ZL URNEG GB GUNGF ZL FBYR CHECBRFR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H YVXR V AI UNQ ORSBER&lt;br /&gt;V ARRQ LBH YVXR N ONOL GB VGF ZHZ&lt;br /&gt;V JNAG GB UBYQ LBH SBERIRE NAQ ARIRE YRG TB&lt;br /&gt;PNHFR LBH NER GUR FGNETVEY FRAG SEBZ NOBIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YVXR FGNEF VA GUR FXL V TNZR NG LBH&lt;br /&gt;YVXR SVFURF VA GUR FRN V FjVZ JVGU LBH&lt;br /&gt;YVXR SYNZRF NAQ OYVMMNEQF FB FGEBAT NAQ ZVTUGL&lt;br /&gt;BHE YBIR FUNYY OHEA NAQ ENTR JVGU SYVTUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZL QRNERFG FGNETVEY QRNE IVIVRA,&lt;br /&gt;AGU VA GUR jbEYQ PNA PBZCNER GB LBH&lt;br /&gt;GUR FHA, GUR ZBBA NAQ GUR TNYNKL,&lt;br /&gt;GUR FVMR, GUR ORNHGL NAQ GUR CHER CRESRPGVBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZL YBIR, ZL FJRRG FJRRG YBIR.&lt;br /&gt;YBIR ZR SBE JUB V NZ NAQ JUNG V PNA OR.&lt;br /&gt;SBE LBHL YBIR ZNXRF ZR JUNG V FUBHYQ OR,&lt;br /&gt;SBE LBH YBIR ZNXRF LBHE FB PBZCYRGR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZBER GUNA NALLGUVAT RYFR VA GUR JBEYQ&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZBER GUNA NALGUVAT BSSRERQ OL GUR JBEYQ&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZBER GUNA NAL JBEQF GB QRFPEVOR&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZBER GUNA JUNG V QVQ ORSBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder... if A take a shift...&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. a caesar shift??&lt;br /&gt;like.. 13?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6077205506828908455?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6077205506828908455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6077205506828908455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and plays around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is joy,&lt;br /&gt;cause of the entities within,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is great,&lt;br /&gt;cause of the great things i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, is enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;cause of you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being around.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;let this never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1481048367475710720?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1481048367475710720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=1481048367475710720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1481048367475710720'/><link rel='self' 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fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;it will be wihtour remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;it will be so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;laughters comes from the childish &amp; sweet little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all that i have,&lt;br /&gt;of all that i want,&lt;br /&gt;of all that i ever needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's love, it's love.&lt;br /&gt;perfect love that runs deep.&lt;br /&gt;faithful and true i stay,&lt;br /&gt;where sweet sweet words runs deeps,&lt;br /&gt;where love flows endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;it shall never be broken.&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;it will be a tight eternal bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;it will be a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;it will be smiles and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all that i have,&lt;br /&gt;of all that i want,&lt;br /&gt;of all that i ever needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's love, it's love.&lt;br /&gt;perfect love that runs deep.&lt;br /&gt;faithful and true i stay,&lt;br /&gt;where sweet sweet words runs deeps,&lt;br /&gt;where love flows endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;can i say how much i love you?&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;of the high voltages striking out from loving eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love, &lt;br /&gt;would i know how to say?&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;the most important things that matters, &lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's love, it's love.&lt;br /&gt;perfect love that runs deep.&lt;br /&gt;faithful and true i stay,&lt;br /&gt;where sweet sweet words runs deeps,&lt;br /&gt;where love flows endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause its love its love its love.&lt;br /&gt;love of you &amp; me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4425564619040279164?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4425564619040279164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4425564619040279164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4425564619040279164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4425564619040279164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-fall-in-love.html' title='when i fall in love'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6275188165449529198</id><published>2007-07-12T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:21:16.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance</title><content type='html'>what is more important?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;empty post.&lt;br /&gt;empty mind.&lt;br /&gt;empty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solve this genius readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//**private void static main ( boolean life, double possibilities, int age, string ""+name){&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//*for (int i = 0, i-liArray.length, i+){&lt;br /&gt;//*li = li,Array[i];&lt;br /&gt;//*li.printLifeInfo();&lt;br /&gt;//error 404//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hierachy superclass K.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super life fate, destiny;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having java lesson.&lt;br /&gt;happy breaking this you bored and nth better to do readers.&lt;br /&gt;im off to do my boring job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6275188165449529198?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6275188165449529198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6275188165449529198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6275188165449529198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6275188165449529198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/07/importance.html' title='Importance'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-907165689126403854</id><published>2007-07-10T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:15:09.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or Bad</title><content type='html'>what is the difference of good and bad?&lt;br /&gt;who then determines good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;who then determines what is happiness or sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an interesting thought i had.&lt;br /&gt;good people are just ordinary men with obvious positive points to be seen&lt;br /&gt;while bad ones are just these ordinary men with obvious negativy points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, each and every men has the same.&lt;br /&gt;faith, desire, greed, laze, violence and much more.&lt;br /&gt;but what separates a good man and bad is how they control themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just able to control themselves well, thus sending the image of being good and nice to others. while some are just unable to control and thus sending the image of being bad to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game of life,&lt;br /&gt;be it a murderer or saint,&lt;br /&gt;a rapist or monk,&lt;br /&gt;an arsonist or fire-fighter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only difference is the title given to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep within these men are still the same greed, desire, selfishness and negativities.&lt;br /&gt;but what separates them is control.&lt;br /&gt;though not ruling out the existance of some with much higher desires or heroism,&lt;br /&gt;in general, men are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the given state of titles from the public,&lt;br /&gt;with the image sealed from the eyes of men,&lt;br /&gt;the game of life,&lt;br /&gt;its played within everyone.&lt;br /&gt;with or without a choice,&lt;br /&gt;you're in it.&lt;br /&gt;play it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-907165689126403854?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/907165689126403854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=907165689126403854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/907165689126403854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/907165689126403854'/><link 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negative effect of the risk, and accepting some or all of the consequences of a particular risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some traditional risk managements are focused on risks stemming from physical or legal causes (e.g. natural disasters or fires, accidents, death and lawsuits). Financial risk management, on the other hand, focuses on risks that can be managed using traded financial instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective of risk management is to reduce different risks related to a pre-selected domain to the level accepted by society. It may refer to numerous types of threats caused by environment, technology, humans, organizations and politics. On the other hand it involves all means available for humans, or in particular, for a risk management entity (person, staff, organization).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you done your risk management?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-924127456795928982?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/924127456795928982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=924127456795928982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/924127456795928982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/924127456795928982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/07/risk-management.html' title='Risk management'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6089573811442494221</id><published>2007-07-05T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:01:35.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 string dynasty</title><content type='html'>the following is gonna be dead lame and ridiculous and above all, senseless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 6string dynasty. he who owns 6strings can rule.&lt;br /&gt;each string with its own uses that follows.&lt;br /&gt;but within each string, there is a hidden setback,&lt;br /&gt;one that robs the user of a certainty.&lt;br /&gt;the certainty of truth and being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the king of kings, lord of lords,&lt;br /&gt;he who owns the 6strings.&lt;br /&gt;yet slowly and surely,&lt;br /&gt;the 6strings comes back and haunt.&lt;br /&gt;to rob, steal and destroy,&lt;br /&gt;now, string by string it rips itself apart.&lt;br /&gt;now, the strings are gone and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more strings left to play&lt;br /&gt;no more strings left to use&lt;br /&gt;no more string-ed dynasty&lt;br /&gt;no more 6string dynasty.&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/8816108-6089573811442494221?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6089573811442494221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6089573811442494221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6089573811442494221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6089573811442494221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/07/6-string-dynasty.html' title='6 string dynasty'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4006621785773121401</id><published>2007-06-28T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:45:57.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>170.. the eagle</title><content type='html'>everything..&lt;br /&gt;is not as it seems..&lt;br /&gt;everything..&lt;br /&gt;is not as it is..&lt;br /&gt;look forward..&lt;br /&gt;and venture out..&lt;br /&gt;for the answers are definitely not where you are now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quoted from star wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting phrase i suddenly remembered.&lt;br /&gt;remembered this story norman told me couple of days ago&lt;br /&gt;but, due to my bad memory, most of the story i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;but this is my edited version. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an eagle egg was lost and ended up with chicken eggs&lt;br /&gt;it grew up and learnt the ways of the chicken not knowing its real identity and its hidden capabilities&lt;br /&gt;the eagle grew up and at times, the farmer let them out to eat and play&lt;br /&gt;one day, the small eagle saw a big eagle soaring above the skies with a snake in its mouth&lt;br /&gt;it asked its mum, mummy mummy!! what is that?&lt;br /&gt;the hen replied, son, its an eagle, it eats snakes and snakes eat us&lt;br /&gt;now, get inside, hurry.&lt;br /&gt;the eagle was puzzled,&lt;br /&gt;why do we need to run??&lt;br /&gt;the hen replied.. if the eagle drops the snake, it will eat us. thats life.&lt;br /&gt;the next day, the small eagle ran into the big eagle at the mountains&lt;br /&gt;the small eagle was frightened and tried to hide from the big eagle&lt;br /&gt;sonny, why are you hiding? asked the big eagle&lt;br /&gt;you will eat me, or bring the snake to eat me. replied the small eagle&lt;br /&gt;eat you? haha! you are an eagle, you eat the snakes instead&lt;br /&gt;but but, im a chick! i eat worms, i live in the farm with my family&lt;br /&gt;you? a chick? look at your talons, your beak and your wings, you are not a chick in every ways.&lt;br /&gt;but but, i cant fly!&lt;br /&gt;fly? follow me, jump off this cliff and you shall become a true eagle.&lt;br /&gt;with that, the big eagle jumps off and flew away&lt;br /&gt;the small eagle thinking alot about what the eagle said and tried on a boulder, btu try as it might, the boulder was not high enough to take flight.&lt;br /&gt;the next day, the big eagle returned and circled the skies&lt;br /&gt;the small eagle thought about it and finally mustered all the confidence and courage it had and finally jumps off&lt;br /&gt;the small eagle took flight that day and became a full-fledged eagle with its true identity back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what is the morale of the story?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think for youself. lets see how it relates..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4006621785773121401?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4006621785773121401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4006621785773121401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4006621785773121401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4006621785773121401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/170-eagle.html' title='170.. the eagle'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-7031495254896874104</id><published>2007-06-28T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:40:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>Little I ask; my wants are few;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish for a hut of stone,&lt;br /&gt;That I may call my own;&lt;br /&gt;And close at hand is such a one,&lt;br /&gt;In yonder street that fronts the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain food is quite enough for me;&lt;br /&gt;Three courses are as good as ten;&lt;br /&gt;If Nature can subsist on three,&lt;br /&gt;Thank Heaven for three.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought cold victual nice;&lt;br /&gt;My choice would be always ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care not much for gold or land;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a mortgage here and there,&lt;br /&gt;Some good bank-stock, some note of hand,&lt;br /&gt;Or trifling railroad share,&lt;br /&gt;I only ask that Fortune send&lt;br /&gt;A little more than I shall spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honors are silly toys, I know,&lt;br /&gt;And titles are but empty names;&lt;br /&gt;I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,&lt;br /&gt;But only near St. James;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure I should not care&lt;br /&gt;To fill our Gubernator's chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewels are baubles, it is a sin&lt;br /&gt;To care for such unfruitful things;&lt;br /&gt;One good-sized diamond in a ring,&lt;br /&gt;Some, not so large, in wedding bands,&lt;br /&gt;A ruby, and a pearl, or so,Will do for me;&lt;br /&gt;My dame should dress in cheap silk and leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own perhaps I might desire&lt;br /&gt;Some shawls of true Cashmere,&lt;br /&gt;Some marrowy crapes of China silk,&lt;br /&gt;Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.&lt;br /&gt;I would not have the horse I drive&lt;br /&gt;So fast that folks must stop and stare;&lt;br /&gt;An easy gait - two forty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suits me; I do not care;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, for just a single spurt,&lt;br /&gt;Some seconds less would do no hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Of pictures, I should like to own&lt;br /&gt;Titians and Raphaels three or four,&lt;br /&gt;I love so much their style and tone,&lt;br /&gt;One Turner, and no more,&lt;br /&gt;Of books but few, - some fifty score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn,&lt;br /&gt;Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not carved tables serve my turn,&lt;br /&gt;But all must be of lies?&lt;br /&gt;Give grasping pomp its double share,&lt;br /&gt;I ask but one recumbent chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus humble let me live and die,&lt;br /&gt;Nor long for Midas' golden touch;&lt;br /&gt;If Heaven more generous gifts deny,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not miss them much,&lt;br /&gt;Too grateful for the blessing lent&lt;br /&gt;Of simple tastes and mind content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take joy what what little possess,&lt;br /&gt;Of the blessings and givings not much to spare;&lt;br /&gt;Retract not, what evil it holds,&lt;br /&gt;Count them twice the blessings, -thirty-fold,&lt;br /&gt;With not much to count or see&lt;br /&gt;Of simplicity, thats, all i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how may truly knows what simplicity is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how many truly knows.. what i really seeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-7031495254896874104?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/7031495254896874104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=7031495254896874104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7031495254896874104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7031495254896874104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6001621079321084876</id><published>2007-06-28T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:04:29.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infinity and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;life, the countess of possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te, the endle&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s opportunity to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he duke of hazzards to what lies ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;infinity, life is beyond..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;with life, comes the fate and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;estiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hope to what each and every man covet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like love, like hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ed, emotions of the skin-depth surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seeps within the veins with the vile &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cts of time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;infinity, of fate, d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stiny ah&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like a soft reset, it rests its heavy back on a timeless en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for power, cont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ol and respon&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ibility,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;kness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of thy soul, lost in transit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;splitting pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hs, crossing fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the int&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rmission of life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;intwi&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;masked ven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ence, hidden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the pillage and raze of a pir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ate'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;deal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no kotoba wa&lt;br /&gt;Yume no yasashisa kana?&lt;br /&gt;Uso wo zenbu&lt;br /&gt;OikakushiteruZurui yo ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1000 words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eternity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for what lies in future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what lies behind and ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;life's unexpectancy and million opportunities with possibilities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are all just infinity and beyond..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabidatsu kimi ni&lt;br /&gt;Sameta senaka misete&lt;br /&gt;Kiiteita yo&lt;br /&gt;Hitori tatakau no?&lt;br /&gt;Zurui yo ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaettekuru kara"&lt;br /&gt;Oikoshiteyuku kimi no koe&lt;br /&gt;Iji hatte&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyoi furi&lt;br /&gt;Toki wo modoshite&lt;br /&gt;Sakebeba yokatta?&lt;br /&gt;Ikanai de to namida koboshitara?&lt;br /&gt;Ima wa dekiru&lt;br /&gt;Donna koto mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ienakatta&lt;br /&gt;1000 no kotoba wo&lt;br /&gt;Haruka na&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no senaka ni okuru yo&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa ni kaete&lt;br /&gt;Ienakatta&lt;br /&gt;1000 no kotoba wa&lt;br /&gt;Kizutsuitakimi no senaka ni yorisoi&lt;br /&gt;Dakishimeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume no tsuduki wa&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wo omoinagara&lt;br /&gt;Ano hi no koto&lt;br /&gt;Wasureta furishite&lt;br /&gt;Zurui yo ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tegami wo kaku kara"&lt;br /&gt;Shisen sorashita kimi no koe&lt;br /&gt;Iji hatteTsuyoi furi&lt;br /&gt;Toki wo modoshite&lt;br /&gt;Okoreba yokatta?&lt;br /&gt;Matenai yo to kata wo otoshitara?&lt;br /&gt;Ima wa dekiru&lt;br /&gt;Donna koto mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kikoeteru?&lt;br /&gt;1000 no kotoba wo&lt;br /&gt;Mienai Kimi no senaka ni okuru yo&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa ni kaete&lt;br /&gt;Kikoeteru?&lt;br /&gt;1000 no kotoba wa&lt;br /&gt;Tsukareta&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no senaka ni yorisoi&lt;br /&gt;Dakishimeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ienakatta&lt;br /&gt;1000 no kotoba wo&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala..&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no senaka ni okuru yo&lt;br /&gt;Tsubaksa ni kaete&lt;br /&gt;Kikoeteru?&lt;br /&gt;1000 no kotoba wa&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala..&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no senaka ni yorisoi&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1000 words, from Final Fantasy X-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6001621079321084876?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6001621079321084876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6001621079321084876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6001621079321084876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6001621079321084876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/infinity-and-beyond.html' title='infinity and beyond'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3757059365904688164</id><published>2007-06-25T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:01:41.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisting fate</title><content type='html'>Words twist and tumble&lt;br /&gt;Through my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I can't grab the right word&lt;br /&gt;Or the right line&lt;br /&gt;So we sit&lt;br /&gt;In silence&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;In fact I love it&lt;br /&gt;You rest your head on my chest&lt;br /&gt;As we lay here&lt;br /&gt;Lovers entwined&lt;br /&gt;Hearts tangled&lt;br /&gt;You raise your head&lt;br /&gt;And look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I see our love&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if it’s a real force&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ever want to lose this moment&lt;br /&gt;You lay your head on my chest once again&lt;br /&gt;And now I can feel your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And my hearts skips&lt;br /&gt;And I finally find the words I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3757059365904688164?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3757059365904688164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>sweeter grapes grow in bad soil</title><content type='html'>everyone loves the sweet sensations of life.&lt;br /&gt;be it love, friendship or even the simple act of kindsness unto them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in life, sweet things oesnt necessary falls on good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a phrase i heard from times ago.&lt;br /&gt;sweet grapes are grown not from the best of soil and best of fertiliser.&lt;br /&gt;but sweet grapes grows best on bad soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the act of nature upon the grapes,&lt;br /&gt;the vines grows strong and deep into the soil,&lt;br /&gt;the leaves spread wide to absorb the nutrients,&lt;br /&gt;the fruits slowly seeps the nutrients and grows slowly and require less amount of nutrients and minerals to grow and soon, the sweetness in it circulates the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** by the way, that was no bull, heard it in a grape farm when i was at aus**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, each and every experiences will nurture your veins, your vines and your leaves,&lt;br /&gt;you will grow strong and resist the negativities in life.&lt;br /&gt;you will learn and mature in the age of time&lt;br /&gt;and soon, the fruit of your hardwork shall be sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1611595834483921645?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1611595834483921645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=1611595834483921645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1611595834483921645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1611595834483921645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweeter-grapes-grow-in-bad-soil.html' title='sweeter grapes grow in bad soil'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4723563252719304487</id><published>2007-06-24T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T04:31:37.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be there for you</title><content type='html'>I guess this time you're really leaving&lt;br /&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And as my broken heart lies bleeding&lt;br /&gt;You say true love it's suicide&lt;br /&gt;You say you're cried a thousand rivers&lt;br /&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore&lt;br /&gt;You left me drowning in my tears&lt;br /&gt;And you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know we've had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Now they have their own hiding place&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And Baby you know my hands are dirty&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to be your valentine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you get drunk, I'll be the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for youI'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who've mattered, matters and will matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to friends that's there when im fickle minded, when im down and low, when im high and joyous&lt;br /&gt;to friends that knows and understands, that's there when i need, and there for the times&lt;br /&gt;to friends that shared and have memories with, that's part and made life out of me&lt;br /&gt;to love that made me this, that made me walk out of the sorry past, that make me renewed&lt;br /&gt;to family that's put up with me thus long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these five words i swear to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there. now, its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;i may have hurt,&lt;br /&gt;i may have wrongs,&lt;br /&gt;but believe me and know this,&lt;br /&gt;regret is a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;sorry is an action,&lt;br /&gt;but being there, is the action that comes with the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all that you've done (friends, love and family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**wonder what's e motivation to say those on top.&lt;br /&gt;but well, friends are the foot stones in life,&lt;br /&gt;love is the pathway to looking forward,&lt;br /&gt;and family, the ground that your roots grow from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three things in life you must take joy from,&lt;br /&gt;the three things in life i thank for having.&lt;br /&gt;thus,&lt;br /&gt;my promise, i'll be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to vien, thanks for the past months of memories, though we've shared our ups and downs, i'll play my part, i'll play it well. i'll give it a shot. so, let's play this well, let's be patient, let's be true. let us slowly reveal, what the future has instored for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;to friends, my RP friends, thanks for putting up with my lameness and my ever fickle-mind lately. but bear with it longer, this dude here, he's gonna stay and continue irritating you guys. he;'ll be here. he promist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;to friends, my friends i've failed to meet lately, esp those from peirce. the memories are all in my heart and mind, thanks for all that we've shared. well, i'll be here. just a call away. never too far to reach. will always be my pleasure to help and serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to family, shit comes round and round, i'll set my place now and play my part. its never too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;multi-coloured post. hehe. well, enjoy life people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famous quote to end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;any idiot can face a crisis, but three words sums it all ---- it goes on..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the only constant in life is change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;life is a series of collisions with the future and the past, its not the sum of what we've been but what we look forward to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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you'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-1101904063792649379</id><published>2007-06-19T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:16:26.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my fav songs ever</title><content type='html'>Wait, how long would you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just for me to comeI know you make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;yeah, butI hope some day you have it all&lt;br /&gt;cause I feel like a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;trapped inside this broken world&lt;br /&gt;while I'm playing the victim again&lt;br /&gt;running in circles&lt;br /&gt;to me it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;and though nothing's gonna change, still&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this aggravation that I've thrown myself into&lt;br /&gt;change this situation just cause I need something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still I feel like a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;trapped inside this broken world&lt;br /&gt;while I'm playing the victim again&lt;br /&gt;running in circlesto me it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;and though nothing's gonna change, still&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you have it allI hope someday you have it all&lt;br /&gt;if we could all dependon what we know&lt;br /&gt;if you could understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;that I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;that I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;that I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 88 , sum41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1101904063792649379?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6642398397448209345</id><published>2007-06-19T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:50:15.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling bored... in class...</title><content type='html'>Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you fall everyone sins&lt;br /&gt;Another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;br /&gt;With the life held in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;These hands are meant to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a day when you've lost yourself completely&lt;br /&gt;Could be a night when your life ends&lt;br /&gt;Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving&lt;br /&gt;All the pain held in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move along (Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong we move along (Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong, we move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Move along, all american rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storming through the party like my name was el nino&lt;br /&gt;When Im hangin out drinking in the back of an el camino&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name.&lt;br /&gt;I trashed my own house party cause nobody came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Im not the one you thought you knew back in high school&lt;br /&gt;Never going, ever showing up when we had to.&lt;br /&gt;Is it attention that we crave&lt;br /&gt;dont tell us to behave,&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of always hearing act your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Become another casualty of society.&lt;br /&gt;Ill never fall in line&lt;br /&gt;Become another victim of your conformity&lt;br /&gt;And back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you dont&lt;br /&gt;Know us at all we laugh when old people fall.&lt;br /&gt;But what would you expect with a conscience so small.&lt;br /&gt;Heavy metal and mullets its how we were raised.&lt;br /&gt;Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,&lt;br /&gt;Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,&lt;br /&gt;Its none of your concern, I guess Ill never learn.&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of being told to wait my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Become another casualty of society.&lt;br /&gt;Ill never fall in line&lt;br /&gt;Become another victim of your conformity&lt;br /&gt;And back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fat lips, Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how I can't remember why&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge I'm hanging by a thread I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Untitiled, Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an alarm system in my house&lt;br /&gt;So I know when people are creeping about&lt;br /&gt;These people are freaking me out (these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hectic everywhere that I go&lt;br /&gt;They wont leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;There's things they all wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid of all the people I meet&lt;br /&gt;Why are they talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;And why can't anyone see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;Don't really care about the things that they say&lt;br /&gt;Don't really care about what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock a law suit when I'm going to court&lt;br /&gt;A white suit when I'm getting divorced&lt;br /&gt;A black suit at the funeral home&lt;br /&gt;And my birthday suit when I'm home alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone got an interview&lt;br /&gt;With the Rolling Stone they're saying&lt;br /&gt;"Now you're rich and now you're famous fake ass girls all know your name now&lt;br /&gt;And Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous your first hit arent you ashamed"&lt;br /&gt;Of the life, of the life, of the life were living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;Don't really care about the things that they say&lt;br /&gt;Don't really care about what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i just wanna live, Good charloette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I more than you bargained for yet?&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;that's just who I am this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie in the grass next to the mausoleum&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a notch in your bedpost but you're just a line in a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop a heart and break a name&lt;br /&gt;We're always sleeping in and sleeping for the wrong team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And sugar we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded god complex&lt;br /&gt;cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sugar we're going down, fall out boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mtv music award goes to...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6642398397448209345?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-868143443336581324</id><published>2007-06-15T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:19:29.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too close for comfort</title><content type='html'>i never meant the things I said&lt;br /&gt;To make you cry and I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to forget and yes I regret&lt;br /&gt;All these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're leaving me&lt;br /&gt;But I know you must have your reasons&lt;br /&gt;There's tears in your eyes I watch as you cry&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we scratched our names&lt;br /&gt;Into the sand and told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;But now that I find that you've changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down on one piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;The one in your hand, you won't understand&lt;br /&gt;How much it hurts to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-868143443336581324?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4990200302249470854</id><published>2007-06-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:10:34.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peusdocode</title><content type='html'>10010101110101010001&lt;br /&gt;01101010101010101010&lt;br /&gt;10100101010101010010&lt;br /&gt;10110100101011010101&lt;br /&gt;101101010111010010110&lt;br /&gt;10100101011100101010&lt;br /&gt;01010101011101010101&lt;br /&gt;11101010101011010100&lt;br /&gt;0101001001011010010&lt;br /&gt;10110110101010101000&lt;br /&gt;00101011011001010100&lt;br /&gt;10110110101010101000&lt;br /&gt;00101011011001010100&lt;br /&gt;10010101110101010001&lt;br /&gt;01101010101010101010&lt;br /&gt;10100101010101010010&lt;br /&gt;11100101100111010100&lt;br /&gt;10110110101010101000&lt;br /&gt;00101011011001010100&lt;br /&gt;101101101010101011111&lt;br /&gt;01101011011001010100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break it if you're that bored.&lt;br /&gt;if you can that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4990200302249470854?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4990200302249470854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4990200302249470854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4990200302249470854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4990200302249470854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/peusdocode.html' title='peusdocode'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2245533282699502642</id><published>2007-06-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:04:58.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting quotes</title><content type='html'>Ripped these quotes off &lt;a href="http://www.quptationspage.com/"&gt;www.quptationspage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/27108.html"&gt;The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1786.html"&gt;It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2580.html"&gt;Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24485.html"&gt;He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare,And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33419.html"&gt;All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/36957.html"&gt;If time flies when you're having fun, it hits the afterburners when you don't think you're having enough.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1645.html"&gt;Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/136.html"&gt;Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. theres hell lots there. take a look.&lt;br /&gt;you may just find the right solution to any problems you're facing.&lt;br /&gt;the past has such wonderful effects on untangling messy situations&lt;br /&gt;the future has such exciting surprises to be uncovered&lt;br /&gt;the present has such acts of suppression, to make you better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2245533282699502642?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2245533282699502642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2245533282699502642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2245533282699502642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2245533282699502642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/interesting-quotes.html' title='interesting quotes'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-8483183249447398903</id><published>2007-06-14T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:59:15.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dark-faced loner</title><content type='html'>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference. &lt;br /&gt;-Robert Frost, The road untaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose one's faith surpasses&lt;br /&gt;The loss of an estate,&lt;br /&gt;Because estates can be&lt;br /&gt;Replenished, -- faith cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Inherited with life,&lt;br /&gt;Belief but once can be;&lt;br /&gt;Annihilate a single clause,&lt;br /&gt;And Being's beggary.&lt;br /&gt;The dark-faced loner stands in misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds drew off&lt;br /&gt;Like hungry dogs&lt;br /&gt;Defeated but by a single bone.&lt;br /&gt;Through fissures &amp; quakes in volcanic cloud&lt;br /&gt;The yellow lightning shown.&lt;br /&gt;The trees held up&lt;br /&gt;Their mangled limbs&lt;br /&gt;Like animals in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Like nature falls upon herself,&lt;br /&gt;Beware then, an Ancient Law!&lt;br /&gt;The very law, the dark-faced loner stands strong upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Anceitn Law of joy &amp; sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Of which the elders speak from heart&lt;br /&gt;Your joy young little yee,&lt;br /&gt;is your sorrows unmasked&lt;br /&gt;And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was often&lt;br /&gt;times filled with your tears.&lt;br /&gt;And how else can it be?&lt;br /&gt;The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,&lt;br /&gt;the more joy you can contain.&lt;br /&gt;Is not the cup that hold your wine&lt;br /&gt;the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?&lt;br /&gt;And is not the lute that soothes your spirit,&lt;br /&gt;the very wood that was hollowed with knives?&lt;br /&gt;When you are joyous, look deep into your heart&lt;br /&gt;and you shall find&lt;br /&gt;it is only that which has given you sorrow&lt;br /&gt;that is giving you joy.&lt;br /&gt;When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and you shall see that in truth&lt;br /&gt;you are weeping for that which has been your delight.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow,"&lt;br /&gt;and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."&lt;br /&gt;But I say unto you, they are inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;Together they come,&lt;br /&gt;and when one sits alone with you at your board,&lt;br /&gt;remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.&lt;br /&gt;Verily you are suspended like scales&lt;br /&gt;between your sorrow and your joy.&lt;br /&gt;Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.&lt;br /&gt;When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver,&lt;br /&gt;needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as they say Time changes things, but i say to thee,&lt;br /&gt;"you change yourself as time brings you forth"&lt;br /&gt;As only you can change your own life, noone can do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;where time is the only constant, the signal for rebirth&lt;br /&gt;that sorrows and joys be inseparable&lt;br /&gt;so as changes in time to go&lt;br /&gt;Change has a such an impact on the human mind.&lt;br /&gt;To the fearful it is threatening because it means that things may get worse.&lt;br /&gt;To the hopeful it is encouraging because things may get better.&lt;br /&gt;To the confident it is inspiring because the challenge exists to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;But to the meek and sorry ones, it is a destructive force of nature acting on the fearful, hopeful and confident ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self&lt;br /&gt;will require not just small adjustments&lt;br /&gt;in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;The more things change, the more they remain... insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For changes comes as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;for as sorrows comes for a better joy to pass&lt;br /&gt;for as mistakes makes the meek lose hope&lt;br /&gt;for as chances are given yet taken for granted by&lt;br /&gt;for as hope be dim and clouded dark&lt;br /&gt;for as i, the dark-faced loner&lt;br /&gt;unmask his hidden eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dark-faced loner, lost and gone.&lt;br /&gt;the dark-faced loner, the clueless poet&lt;br /&gt;the dark-faced loner, the lsot misionary&lt;br /&gt;the dark-faced loner, the idealist, gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;the dark-faced loner, insane as it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-8483183249447398903?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2918795295284860541</id><published>2007-06-13T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:48:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the beginning... again..</title><content type='html'>We were strangers starting out on our journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming what we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are and I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;back to the beginning where false be undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected what you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope you were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;may do us more good den we can expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And Life is a road and I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I want to keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road now and forever&lt;br /&gt;A Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers on a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming how our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Life is a road and I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I want to keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road now and forever&lt;br /&gt;A Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Like me alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I know that my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Life is a road and I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I want to keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road now and forever&lt;br /&gt;A Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2918795295284860541?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2918795295284860541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2918795295284860541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2918795295284860541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2918795295284860541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-beginning-again.html' title='at the beginning... again..'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3292301643436862593</id><published>2007-06-13T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:43:49.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendhship poem</title><content type='html'>A featured friendship poem i came across this morning.&lt;br /&gt;sounded kinda interesting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid back and let it all flow out&lt;br /&gt;the topic of trust never once had a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;for within my mind and heart as well&lt;br /&gt;was an image and vibe as clear as a bell.&lt;br /&gt;You were very special to me and more&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling inside I never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;A trust so great and strong&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this trust to take away all the wrong&lt;br /&gt;and return to me a mended soul.&lt;br /&gt;My mended soul would then release a new angel beside the other one&lt;br /&gt;and together we would stroll the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;our times are over and done.&lt;br /&gt;For we have then won the battle within&lt;br /&gt;and now we rest for created we have a personality twin,&lt;br /&gt;Think alike, talk alike, say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time we are to ascend&lt;br /&gt;for we have reached the territory of a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friendships break even the best of ones&lt;br /&gt;then all me have established becomes undone.&lt;br /&gt;Your job as my angel is then complete&lt;br /&gt;because you have left me with only my pen and sheet.&lt;br /&gt;I am now forced to record what I feel to something unlike you and I,&lt;br /&gt;it's not real.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself, every single word&lt;br /&gt;I write to paper but what I'm saying goes left unheard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this because of you my angel, you are no longer beside me&lt;br /&gt;though I beg and pleaour friendship just wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not worry my pen is okay&lt;br /&gt;For within my heart our memories will always stay,&lt;br /&gt;Forever...&lt;br /&gt;because a part of you will be with me always, to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Never...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3292301643436862593?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3292301643436862593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3292301643436862593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3292301643436862593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3292301643436862593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/friendhship-poem.html' title='friendhship poem'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6413469914604736420</id><published>2007-06-13T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:26:50.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blurrified memories</title><content type='html'>Young man, there's no need to feel down.&lt;br /&gt;I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;those were memories that may never matter again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Young man, there's a place you can go.&lt;br /&gt;I said, young man, when you're short on your dough.&lt;br /&gt;You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find&lt;br /&gt;Many ways to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;those were times that our friendship felt real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet when reality plays its game again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They have everything for young men to enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;You can hang out with all the boys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it rips all these away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now everything is blurrified and may be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,&lt;br /&gt;You can do whatever you feel ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now everything may just be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Young man, are you listening to me?&lt;br /&gt;I said, young man, what do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to know this one thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i have not given up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man does it all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf,&lt;br /&gt;And just go there, to the y.m.c.a.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they can help you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not liike once before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;heres still salvation at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have everything for you men to enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;You can hang out with all the boys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im ready for all the shots and flares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;im prepared to take a long journey&lt;br /&gt;You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,&lt;br /&gt;You can do whatever you feel ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will work it slow but surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Young man, I was once in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I said, I was down and out with the blues.&lt;br /&gt;I felt no man cared if I were alive.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the whole world was so jive ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will stay and stick around like i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when someone came up to me,&lt;br /&gt;And said, young man, take a walk up the street.&lt;br /&gt;It's a place there called the y.m.c.a.&lt;br /&gt;They can start you back on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but please have faith once mroe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let the wall be down even if its a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They have everything for young men to enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;You can hang out with all the boys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for im charging in once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to break this wall down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down&lt;br /&gt;Young man, young man, pick yourself off the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so hate me scold me or kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at y-m-c-a&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but this friendship, im gonna save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Young man, young man, are you listening to me?&lt;br /&gt;Young man, young man, what do you wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;y-m-c-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you are a friend i cannot lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6413469914604736420?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6413469914604736420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6413469914604736420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6413469914604736420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6413469914604736420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/blurrified-memories.html' title='blurrified memories'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5271588898225247489</id><published>2007-06-13T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:28:30.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason... is you..</title><content type='html'>I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;That's why I need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;z.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the reason is you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to change who i used to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to make the wrongs right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to make the faults better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to do something more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to be something better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to love someone more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the reason... is you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5271588898225247489?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/5271588898225247489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=5271588898225247489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5271588898225247489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5271588898225247489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/reason-is-you.html' title='The reason... is you..'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6955950649539356391</id><published>2007-06-12T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:29:09.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>collide</title><content type='html'>The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do do x 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometime&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhym&lt;br /&gt;eOut of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do do x 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet, you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometime&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here&lt;br /&gt;I lost my place&lt;br /&gt;I'm close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do do x 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometime&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do do x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do do x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do do x 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6955950649539356391?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6955950649539356391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6955950649539356391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6955950649539356391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6955950649539356391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/collide.html' title='collide'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5864910253247359111</id><published>2007-06-11T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:48:22.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dance of terror</title><content type='html'>Window panes come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the tears and pain&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away&lt;br /&gt;Up above through twilight&lt;br /&gt;Shadows cast across the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of the past&lt;br /&gt;Trembling thoughts of one&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling deep within the soul&lt;br /&gt;A mystical sense of reality&lt;br /&gt;Captured by the craze&lt;br /&gt;All in bewilderment&lt;br /&gt;Of the shock that comes in waves&lt;br /&gt;Creatures of the dimness&lt;br /&gt;Chattering amongst the green&lt;br /&gt;Everything slows in stillness&lt;br /&gt;What is this we see&lt;br /&gt;The final dance of terror sights&lt;br /&gt;Is this what's meant to be seen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5864910253247359111?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-8825205704536560332</id><published>2007-06-11T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:45:35.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>The silent whispers in the winter nights,&lt;br /&gt;the lonely travels of thy confused minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chilly wind and piercing cold,&lt;br /&gt;accompanies the dark and solemn minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter-cold winter embrace thy lonesome child,&lt;br /&gt;robs the light, thee winter darkness clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter season comes and goes,&lt;br /&gt;but the days and months pass so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of joys and sadness rolls,&lt;br /&gt;by the chilly winds, the tears froze in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter-sweet misery of loneliness in winter,&lt;br /&gt;encapsules the wild imagintaions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lost and racing minds, thy miserable lonely child,&lt;br /&gt;excruciating pain, thats the winter night's cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-8825205704536560332?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/8825205704536560332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=8825205704536560332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/8825205704536560332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/8825205704536560332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6935325080752733882</id><published>2007-06-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:41:33.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to those who thought so..</title><content type='html'>firstly...&lt;br /&gt;i need to explain something to people who i thought knew me and understood.&lt;br /&gt;this information is forcefully dug up by a very very need-to-know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misunderstandings misunderstandings misunderstandings..&lt;br /&gt;when will such cases end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who think im referring to you.&lt;br /&gt;please refer to my girl's blog. and the password is my current class.&lt;br /&gt;only those involved should or may remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6935325080752733882?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6935325080752733882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6935325080752733882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6935325080752733882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6935325080752733882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-those-who-thought-so.html' title='to those who thought so..'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-7816740873197517141</id><published>2007-06-06T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:25:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>Fear is a powerful biological feeling of unpleasant risk or danger, either real or imagined.&lt;br /&gt;Psychologists have argued that fear, along with a few other basic emotions such as joy and anger, is innate in all human beings. Fear is a defensive, survival advantage, and may have evolved in a variety of organisms. It is usually a response to a particular stimulus. For example, a person may see a huge monster before them and fear, the defensive tool is everyone warns them about the danger and shuns from it thus telling them to escape from the monster and be safe from danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, when someone say... never fear sth... screw them.. scratch that.. fear it.. but choose the right battles to fight... a lost battle doesnt mean a lost war..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-7816740873197517141?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/7816740873197517141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=7816740873197517141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7816740873197517141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7816740873197517141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/fear.html' title='fear'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-1463925947143412421</id><published>2007-06-06T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:31:56.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>odds</title><content type='html'>How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace&lt;br /&gt;When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk away from me,&lt;br /&gt;when all I can do is watch you leave&lt;br /&gt;Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left here to remind me,&lt;br /&gt;just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just make you turn around,&lt;br /&gt;turn around and see me cry&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I need to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;so many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;Now take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against all odds&lt;br /&gt;It's the chance I've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- against all odds, Phill Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 a.m. and the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the crossroads once again&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me you're so confused&lt;br /&gt;You can't make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Is this meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You're asking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can say - try again or walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I believe for you and me&lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just play my part&lt;br /&gt;And pray you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you see it through&lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms as the dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Face to face and a thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to make you see&lt;br /&gt;There's hope beyond the pain&lt;br /&gt;If we give enough, if we learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can say - try again or walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I believe for you and me&lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just play my part&lt;br /&gt;And pray you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you see it through&lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I could find the words&lt;br /&gt;To touch you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You'd give our dream just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this be our good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Only love, Trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with thousand faces.&lt;br /&gt;with a single bottle in his left hand&lt;br /&gt;with a shield of faith on the other&lt;br /&gt;magics casted for the propriations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man with thousand faces.&lt;br /&gt;bleed to death with the pokes of fake-ness&lt;br /&gt;O great magic casted and O great thy world&lt;br /&gt;sturdy shields, sharp edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man with thousand faces.&lt;br /&gt;read his books, went to library&lt;br /&gt;consequencial actions no longer&lt;br /&gt;thicker, harder, stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man with thousand faces.&lt;br /&gt;words not words, acts not acts&lt;br /&gt;magic off caster off casting off&lt;br /&gt;late late late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man with thousand faces.&lt;br /&gt;nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;pseudo-ism&lt;br /&gt;the new trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;life? it sucks&lt;br /&gt;but not when you have the right things to accompany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why you look so sad&lt;br /&gt;The tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve seen the dark side too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;br /&gt;Could make me love you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're mad get mad&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what you got to hide&lt;br /&gt;I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;And don't know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;Let me come along&lt;br /&gt;Cause even if you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in into you darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will stand by you, The pretenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying awake, I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;As you are softly sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I think of what I'd like to do&lt;br /&gt;While you are somewhere dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I...I feel so happy by your side&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why...I wonder, wonder, wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find it hard to find the words&lt;br /&gt;To say what I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love, I'm so alive&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're the reason&lt;br /&gt;Why...why I'm so happy all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why...I wonder, wonder, wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need nothing else in life&lt;br /&gt;Than to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I...oh, I am in so deep&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no sleep&lt;br /&gt;I just need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I live for loving you&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh, la la la la la la la)Live for loving you&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would never cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;To find another lover'&lt;br /&gt;Cause, after having been with you&lt;br /&gt;There could be no other&lt;br /&gt;I...just touching you, I'm satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why...I wonder, wonder, wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need nothing else in life&lt;br /&gt;Than to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I...oh, I am in so deep&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no sleep&lt;br /&gt;I just need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I live for loving you&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh, la la la la la la la)Live for loving you&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is live for loving you&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh, la la la la la la la)I live for loving you&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Live for loving you, Gloria Estefan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defy odds. if you can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1463925947143412421?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1463925947143412421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=1463925947143412421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1463925947143412421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1463925947143412421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/odds.html' title='odds'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-7269376036196932685</id><published>2007-06-03T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:54:32.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your future lies...</title><content type='html'>destiny... fate... the inevitability of life..&lt;br /&gt;the predetermined path..&lt;br /&gt;the prophetic declarations..&lt;br /&gt;the unavoidable occurance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is life in the face of the happenstance?&lt;br /&gt;what is life in the stance of the asperity of consequence.&lt;br /&gt;what is life then, in the comparison of the deliberate and act of luck?&lt;br /&gt;life... the predetermined path??&lt;br /&gt;life.. the prophetic declaration??&lt;br /&gt;life.. the unavoidance occurance??&lt;br /&gt;destiny, fate or just the inevitable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a road..&lt;br /&gt;life is a journey..&lt;br /&gt;life is a river..&lt;br /&gt;life is now and forever..&lt;br /&gt;but the intervention of fate &amp; destiny causes the inevitable intertwine meetings that makes life a wonderful adventure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who decides destiny?&lt;br /&gt;but who determines fate?&lt;br /&gt;but who causes the inevitable?&lt;br /&gt;a higher being?&lt;br /&gt;God?&lt;br /&gt;or is all a preset preview of hell &amp; heaven in a place known as earth?&lt;br /&gt;or could all be just an illusion of the pyschiat being of the human mind?&lt;br /&gt;or it could just be the consequence of humane actions day-to-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if life is but a consequencial event..&lt;br /&gt;do we have control over it?&lt;br /&gt;even so, does that mean we are the higher beings of ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;the God of interposition of our personality and consequences.&lt;br /&gt;the God that brings in regrets, remourse and resentments.&lt;br /&gt;the God that in chance brings love, peace and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;thus bringing the joys, happiness and prosperity to its beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being so, are we each and every one a god of our own?&lt;br /&gt;a god with full control of our consequencial events, life?&lt;br /&gt;a higher being that illuminates your own path,&lt;br /&gt;a higher being that plans and navigatges its own directions?&lt;br /&gt;a higher being that moves itself to where they want to?&lt;br /&gt;thus being the omnipotent divinity.&lt;br /&gt;are we capable of ascending such providence?&lt;br /&gt;are we deserving of such power and control?&lt;br /&gt;are we just humane... or divine..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the divinity of human acts..&lt;br /&gt;when faced and challenged by the jaws and fangs of the world..&lt;br /&gt;the cold and bitter miseries of living..&lt;br /&gt;are our aptitude enough to carry such threats and burdens?&lt;br /&gt;what rewards and gratitudes do we receive or expect for conquering?&lt;br /&gt;to overpower the wolves and sharks of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money.. Work.. Stress.. Burdens..&lt;br /&gt;the worldly issues of absolute greed and sins..&lt;br /&gt;the covet and jealousy of one's being.&lt;br /&gt;the weariness and tiredness of working.&lt;br /&gt;yet what rewards does the almighty receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellence receives more work&lt;br /&gt;richness attracts burglers&lt;br /&gt;innocence results in cheats&lt;br /&gt;the vile society rips even the purest and true&lt;br /&gt;the ruthless environment pushes beyond limits&lt;br /&gt;the cruel world sends deities down rock-bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt matter what people want you to be..&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt matter what people think you should be..&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt matter what people hope you become..&lt;br /&gt;does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the ruler of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;the omnipotent force in your world.&lt;br /&gt;the majesty of your own fate and destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus. what matters is what you want.&lt;br /&gt;thus. what matters is what you hope for.&lt;br /&gt;thus. what matters is what you aim for.&lt;br /&gt;thus. what matters is what you work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone can force you to be what you choose not to be.&lt;br /&gt;life is but a journey within your grasp.&lt;br /&gt;why forgo the control of absolute power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your future is where you set yourself to go&lt;br /&gt;your future is what you seek to have&lt;br /&gt;your future is who you wish to be&lt;br /&gt;your future is why you should strive all along&lt;br /&gt;your future is how you acheive your goals&lt;br /&gt;your future is when you found meaning to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where your treasure lies, there your heart lies too.&lt;br /&gt;where does your future point to?&lt;br /&gt;you are the alpha and omega of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;you are God of interposition.&lt;br /&gt;dont forgo the power. dont forgo the control.&lt;br /&gt;dont forgo life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-7269376036196932685?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/7269376036196932685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=7269376036196932685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7269376036196932685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7269376036196932685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-future-lies.html' title='your future lies...'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5698437623905451066</id><published>2007-05-31T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:00:31.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unhappiness kills</title><content type='html'>Trauma is a killer; unhappiness is the grim face of neurosis, and neurosis is the trigger initiating almost every human condition. We encounter illness because we are already ill, sick with the neurosis born of emotional deprivation. And we are deprived because our parents were deprived, or our siblings, or our elders, through ignorance, through circumstance, through neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must uncover and disarm the nature of our emotional wounds, quantify our stunted development and strive to understand the complex nature of our psychological inheritance. If we fail, then we fail not just ourselves but our children and our successors in this world; we suffer and spread emotional trauma, which feeds the neuroses that upset the balance of our human destiny; and pain, illness and grief are the contagion of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a religious or a spiritual matter; it is a matter of social and psychological development, and I believe we are all jointly responsible for our societies' emotional growth and social health. Our prisons are full of people with emotional wounds, drawing attention to their crisis in the only way they know how, through violence, outrage and disorders of every kind. We blame drugs; but narcotics are the refuge of neurotics, and we are fast running out of prisons....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5698437623905451066?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/5698437623905451066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=5698437623905451066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5698437623905451066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5698437623905451066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/unhappiness-kills.html' title='unhappiness kills'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-971398060519544536</id><published>2007-05-31T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:55:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on..</title><content type='html'>This world, this world is cold&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t, you don’t have to go&lt;br /&gt;You’re feeling sad you’re feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;And no one seems to care&lt;br /&gt;You’re mother’s gone and your father hits you&lt;br /&gt;This pain you cannot bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;We all have the same things to go thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your days you say they’re way too long&lt;br /&gt;And your nights you can’t sleep at all (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;And you’re not sure what you’re looking for&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t want to know more&lt;br /&gt;And you’re not sure what you’re waiting for&lt;br /&gt;but you don’t want to know more&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop looking you’re one step closer&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop searching it’s not over...&lt;br /&gt;hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking for? What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you’re doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead...what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop looking you’re one step closer&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop searching it’s not over...&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe things get better..&lt;br /&gt;maybe things goes to past..&lt;br /&gt;maybe... jsut maybe..&lt;br /&gt;life is meant for greater heights..&lt;br /&gt;soar higher.. rise above..&lt;br /&gt;dont waste life?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-971398060519544536?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/971398060519544536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=971398060519544536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/971398060519544536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/971398060519544536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/hold-on.html' title='hold on..'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6969808580414139796</id><published>2007-05-31T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:52:17.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worries</title><content type='html'>worries..&lt;br /&gt;a burden off my chest..&lt;br /&gt;a new one arises..&lt;br /&gt;challenges my faith &amp; beliefs..&lt;br /&gt;got it off..&lt;br /&gt;new ones comes in..&lt;br /&gt;push me off limits..&lt;br /&gt;overcomed it..&lt;br /&gt;new ones again..&lt;br /&gt;tried my best..&lt;br /&gt;yet new ones once more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vicious cycle..&lt;br /&gt;a long journey of endless misery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overworked..&lt;br /&gt;overloaded..&lt;br /&gt;over commitments..&lt;br /&gt;overjoyed too?&lt;br /&gt;contradictions..&lt;br /&gt;nth more den contradictions..&lt;br /&gt;nth more den me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6969808580414139796?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2054845957118544656</id><published>2007-05-31T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:50:22.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets regrets..</title><content type='html'>school..&lt;br /&gt;all too late to change..&lt;br /&gt;nth matters but hard work..&lt;br /&gt;what can i do about it?&lt;br /&gt;fight on? work hard?&lt;br /&gt;i missed too much to cont...&lt;br /&gt;am i right again??&lt;br /&gt;someone prove me wrong pls..&lt;br /&gt;i need help..&lt;br /&gt;i need motivation..&lt;br /&gt;i am inspired by the technology..&lt;br /&gt;but IT?&lt;br /&gt;oh please..&lt;br /&gt;im screwed..&lt;br /&gt;no interest.. cant catch the balls..&lt;br /&gt;cant drop?&lt;br /&gt;im dead..&lt;br /&gt;my darling's school is dying too..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was in her shoes..&lt;br /&gt;to work for her sake..&lt;br /&gt;i can handle hers..&lt;br /&gt;i udnerstand them..&lt;br /&gt;more or less..&lt;br /&gt;but mine..&lt;br /&gt;all too alte for changes..&lt;br /&gt;work double hard to catch up??&lt;br /&gt;im so done for this sem...&lt;br /&gt;all dead..&lt;br /&gt;arhs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;never should i have skipped..&lt;br /&gt;but den again..&lt;br /&gt;it was for necessary's sake?&lt;br /&gt;i guess?&lt;br /&gt;more or less?&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;what can i say..&lt;br /&gt;im screwed..&lt;br /&gt;but den again..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can catch up..&lt;br /&gt;but den again..&lt;br /&gt;i dont even need this diploma..&lt;br /&gt;but den again..&lt;br /&gt;i proved myself wrong again..&lt;br /&gt;but den again..&lt;br /&gt;when have i ever done right..&lt;br /&gt;when...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2054845957118544656?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2404386505061522884</id><published>2007-05-30T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:39:58.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life greatest..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Don't pretend you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not&lt;br /&gt;You know you've got the power&lt;br /&gt;To make me weak inside&lt;br /&gt;And girl you leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you are my survival&lt;br /&gt;Now hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine Life without your love&lt;br /&gt;And even forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't seem like long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I breathe I take you in&lt;br /&gt;And my heart beats again&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;You keep drowning me in your love&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to rise above&lt;br /&gt;I'm swept away by love&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;You keep drowning me in your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a drifter Maybe not&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have known the safety&lt;br /&gt;Of floating freely in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another life line&lt;br /&gt;It's not for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz only you can save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine&lt;br /&gt;Life without your love&lt;br /&gt;And even forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't seem like long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I breathe I take you in&lt;br /&gt;And my heart beats again&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;You keep drowining me in your love&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to rise above&lt;br /&gt;I'm swept away by love&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;You keep drowning me in your love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;life's greatest happiness is finding love.&lt;br /&gt;one that appreciates who you are and makes you better..&lt;br /&gt;one that stays and stands by you through times when you need it most..&lt;br /&gt;one that is true and innocent to its meanings and virtues..&lt;br /&gt;one that is honest and pure..&lt;br /&gt;life's greatest happiness.. is finding.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you... my love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;爱你,  不是因为你的美和影&lt;br /&gt;我越来越爱你,  每个眼神触动我的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;因为你让我看见forever  才了解自己,&lt;br /&gt;未来这些日子  要好好珍惜&lt;br /&gt;爱我  有些痛苦有些不公平&lt;br /&gt;如果真的爱我  不是理所当然的决定&lt;br /&gt;感到你的呼吸在我耳边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;像微风深情  温柔的安抚,&lt;br /&gt;我的不安定  所以我要  每年研究你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;wo~~  多么自然&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever love forever love&lt;br /&gt;我只想用我这一辈子去爱你&lt;br /&gt;从今以后,  你会是所有&lt;br /&gt;幸福的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情, 是场最美最远的旅行&lt;br /&gt;沿途遇经泥泞  偶尔阻碍我们的前进&lt;br /&gt;感到你的体温在我怀里  像阳光和煦&lt;br /&gt;巧妙的熔化  我的不安定&lt;br /&gt;不可思议  证明我爱你的理由&lt;br /&gt;wo  多么自然&lt;br /&gt;你感动的眼睛,&lt;br /&gt;我沉默的声音,&lt;br /&gt;仿佛就是最好的证明&lt;br /&gt;就让我再说一次&lt;br /&gt;i love you ~~  直到永远&lt;br /&gt;oh  forever love&lt;br /&gt;forever love&lt;br /&gt;forever love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;life's greatest heartache is losing those that matters..&lt;br /&gt;those who made you who you are..&lt;br /&gt;those who you appreciated and felt sorrows for losing..&lt;br /&gt;those who once made an impact in your life..&lt;br /&gt;left a smile or a tear..&lt;br /&gt;life's greatest heartaches is losing the friends that matters..&lt;br /&gt;and losing the love that once held dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will never lose you vivien.. never..&lt;br /&gt;i will never let you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but life's unpredictability leaves no second chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry to those i have left a tear in..&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those i have hurt and left heartaches&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those that once mattered..&lt;br /&gt;im sorry...&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/8816108-2404386505061522884?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2404386505061522884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2404386505061522884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2404386505061522884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2404386505061522884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-greatest.html' title='life greatest..'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-7386696072778362849</id><published>2007-05-30T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:27:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shi-ne</title><content type='html'>oppression, suppression..&lt;br /&gt;a verge of cerebus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my feelings so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regret, forget..&lt;br /&gt;incur the fury of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a life so gone &amp; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depression, obsession..&lt;br /&gt;the thin line that lies ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im walking towards it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endure the wrath of nature's full-fledge strider..&lt;br /&gt;time.. the magnifest of everything within..&lt;br /&gt;bear the snares of its griting teeth..&lt;br /&gt;as it lays concealed of its bemused victim..&lt;br /&gt;the flaring storms of time draws deep wounds...&lt;br /&gt;bleed and heal.. but time wavers on..&lt;br /&gt;a mere rock can turn wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a hard-rock with nowhere to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;asset.. liability..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes the call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a guilt or a blessing.. im lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;objection.. rejection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final move that ends it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who has the rights to make that call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;optimistic.. utopia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple hope lights the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;leaving forkroads of similar consequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the weariness and tiredness of trying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pillage of goods seized from the 7 seas..&lt;br /&gt;the honour and righteousness challenged by time itself..&lt;br /&gt;the anguish of lost pain and sufferings..&lt;br /&gt;the anguish of frozen bones and buried bodies..&lt;br /&gt;the anguish of a much long forgotten memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;regret? too late. lost? no chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;burdened? too often. dead? no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;shi-ne. it means to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-7386696072778362849?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/7386696072778362849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=7386696072778362849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7386696072778362849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7386696072778362849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/shi-ne.html' title='shi-ne'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4238415328257437590</id><published>2007-05-22T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:19:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counter force</title><content type='html'>ok. i sensed that my previous entry was kinda emo..&lt;br /&gt;thus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four years you think for sure&lt;br /&gt;That’s all you've got to endure&lt;br /&gt;All the total dicks&lt;br /&gt;All the stuck up chicks&lt;br /&gt;So superficial, so immatureT&lt;br /&gt;hen when you graduate&lt;br /&gt;You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;This is the same as where I just came from&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was over&lt;br /&gt;Aw that’s just great&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex&lt;br /&gt;Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys&lt;br /&gt;Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess&lt;br /&gt;And you still don’t have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t have the right friends&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the popular kids&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never guess what Jessica did&lt;br /&gt;How did Mary Kate lose all that weight&lt;br /&gt;And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom’s straight&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that matters Is climbing up that social ladder&lt;br /&gt;Still care about your hair and the car you drive&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen or thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;Reese Witherspoon, She’s the prom queen&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates, Captain of the chess team&lt;br /&gt;Jack Black, the clown&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt, the quarterback&lt;br /&gt;Seen it all before I want my money back!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who’s the best dressed and who’s having sex&lt;br /&gt;Who’s in the club and who’s on the drugs&lt;br /&gt;Who’s throwing up before they digest&lt;br /&gt;And you still don’t have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t have the right friends&lt;br /&gt;And you still listen to the same shit you did back then&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;/p&gt;-High school never ends by bowling for soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome funky &amp;amp; hippy song.&lt;br /&gt;perfect to cheer one's mood. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4238415328257437590?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4238415328257437590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4238415328257437590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4238415328257437590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4238415328257437590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/counter-force.html' title='counter force'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2979895621290770312</id><published>2007-05-22T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:16:23.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;past week..&lt;br /&gt;work work..&lt;br /&gt;did my PP most of the nights..&lt;br /&gt;work 1,3,5&lt;br /&gt;met my darling almost everyday..&lt;br /&gt;school... sucking my energy dry..&lt;br /&gt;the pressure...&lt;br /&gt;the coming days..&lt;br /&gt;the coming datelines..&lt;br /&gt;supressed..&lt;br /&gt;lost..&lt;br /&gt;confused..&lt;br /&gt;anxiety..&lt;br /&gt;mixed feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much have happened recently but..&lt;br /&gt;much thoughts run by..&lt;br /&gt;those who knows knows..&lt;br /&gt;those who dont its ok..&lt;br /&gt;thoughts are mere thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;a mind boggling situation where the endless contradictions are seen.&lt;br /&gt;the pros &amp; cons so called, "Weighed"&lt;br /&gt;but nothing can be weighed..&lt;br /&gt;not situations..&lt;br /&gt;its subjective..&lt;br /&gt;its perception..&lt;br /&gt;its biased..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;brain cells dying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;trying... but failing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointed 2 times already..&lt;br /&gt;no more i promise..&lt;br /&gt;no more i hope..&lt;br /&gt;just need more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i expect more myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i expect more from myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so sweet..&lt;br /&gt;you are genuine unlike the b****..&lt;br /&gt;i treasure u &amp; love u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but sth seems wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i seem to have lost it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why.. i ask myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how could i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the pressure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a hug..&lt;br /&gt;i need your love..&lt;br /&gt;i need reassurance..&lt;br /&gt;i need recognition..&lt;br /&gt;i need you..&lt;br /&gt;so much... so much.. so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work's fine &amp; fun... but seems like managers disagree....&lt;br /&gt;some mistakes here &amp;amp; there.. mostly table numbers..&lt;br /&gt;bad memory coming back to me..&lt;br /&gt;laziness coming back to me too&lt;br /&gt;skipping school..&lt;br /&gt;hibernating at home..&lt;br /&gt;dependance on romance..&lt;br /&gt;prioritised first..&lt;br /&gt;lacking time..&lt;br /&gt;need more time..&lt;br /&gt;for friends, for family, for myself, for love..&lt;br /&gt;missing so much now..&lt;br /&gt;bball... prata.. seafood.. chom chom.. stargirl... jamming..&lt;br /&gt;so much to do..&lt;br /&gt;so little time..&lt;br /&gt;so screwed..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2979895621290770312?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2979895621290770312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2979895621290770312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2979895621290770312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2979895621290770312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5342163467219705587</id><published>2007-05-22T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:08:43.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>the war presses near..&lt;br /&gt;time pass by and the preparation seem in disarray..&lt;br /&gt;the enemy seems ready..&lt;br /&gt;ready to pounce on the dying men..&lt;br /&gt;yet morale is low..&lt;br /&gt;strength is weakened..&lt;br /&gt;days draws near to the coming war..&lt;br /&gt;all hope seems lost but a lonely torch in the icy snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"light it up. the beacon of hope"&lt;br /&gt;commanded the leaders of the pack..&lt;br /&gt;yet it just seems to late..&lt;br /&gt;its all too late for the last minute preparations..&lt;br /&gt;its all too late for the reinforcements to arrive..&lt;br /&gt;you have to depends on ourselves now..&lt;br /&gt;to improvise to the situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparations seems ready.. but it is not..&lt;br /&gt;food seems enough.. but it is not..&lt;br /&gt;water seems to suffice.. but it is not..&lt;br /&gt;the war seems to depend on this battle.. but it wont..&lt;br /&gt;there are two to be determined..&lt;br /&gt;two so important and close..&lt;br /&gt;both battles to be won..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tears is expected..&lt;br /&gt;no heartaches or disappointment..&lt;br /&gt;with the coming war that draws near..&lt;br /&gt;what preparations are left undone..&lt;br /&gt;may just be undone...&lt;br /&gt;the war..&lt;br /&gt;the victory..&lt;br /&gt;the lost..&lt;br /&gt;it all lies within the days..&lt;br /&gt;time..&lt;br /&gt;so important..&lt;br /&gt;so dead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5342163467219705587?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-1796979835169815816</id><published>2007-05-22T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:57:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>encrypted message</title><content type='html'>N ZRZBEL URYQ FB QRNE.&lt;br /&gt;N ZRZBEL FB CERPVBHF FB ARNE,&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZL FGNETVEY FRAG SEBZ NOBIR,&lt;br /&gt;GB TVIR ZL URNEG GB GUNGF ZL FBYR CHECBRFR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H YVXR V AI UNQ ORSBER&lt;br /&gt;V ARRQ LBH YVXR N ONOL GB VGF ZHZ&lt;br /&gt;V JNAG GB UBYQ LBH SBERIRE NAQ ARIRE YRG TB&lt;br /&gt;PNHFR LBH NER GUR FGNETVEY FRAG SEBZ NOBIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YVXR FGNEF VA GUR FXL V TNZR NG LBH&lt;br /&gt;YVXR SVFURF VA GUR FRN V FjVZ JVGU LBH&lt;br /&gt;YVXR SYNZRF NAQ OYVMMNEQF FB FGEBAT NAQ ZVTUGL&lt;br /&gt;BHE YBIR FUNYY OHEA NAQ ENTR JVGU SYVTUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZL QRNERFG FGNETVEY QRNE IVIVRA,&lt;br /&gt;AGU VA GUR jbEYQ PNA PBZCNER GB LBH&lt;br /&gt;GUR FHA, GUR ZBBA NAQ GUR TNYNKL,&lt;br /&gt;GUR FVMR, GUR ORNHGL NAQ GUR CHER CRESRPGVBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZL YBIR, ZL FJRRG FJRRG YBIR.&lt;br /&gt;YBIR ZR SBE JUB V NZ NAQ JUNG V PNA OR.&lt;br /&gt;SBE LBHL YBIR ZNXRF ZR JUNG V FUBHYQ OR,&lt;br /&gt;SBE LBH YBIR ZNXRF LBHE FB PBZCYRGR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZBER GUNA NALLGUVAT RYFR VA GUR JBEYQ&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZBER GUNA NALGUVAT BSSRERQ OL GUR JBEYQ&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZBER GUNA NAL JBEQF GB QRFPEVOR&lt;br /&gt;V YBIR H ZBER GUNA JUNG V QVQ ORSBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Caesar Shift 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1796979835169815816?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1796979835169815816/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3411465779974776123</id><published>2007-05-20T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:25:02.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 different people</title><content type='html'>there are only but 5 types of people in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nice &amp; stupid&lt;br /&gt;2) Nice but too smart&lt;br /&gt;3) normal &amp;amp; boring&lt;br /&gt;4) Stupid Jackass&lt;br /&gt;5) Smart jackass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a recent psychological test shows that 40% of people falls within the range of normal but boring, 15% at cat 1, 18% at cat 2, 23% at cat 4 and only 4 % at cat 5. THERE ARE RARE CASES FOR SMART &amp; JACKASS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people in life are boring and normal, better defined as simple. rarely are there smart people, being jackasses ( i know one. Mr Foo!) and a good misture of the rest. thus, life is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see a jackass, just run. theres always a better choice. :)&lt;br /&gt;there are never short of men out there.&lt;br /&gt;better yet, there are never short of chances &amp; opportunity in every corner up for grabs.&lt;br /&gt;why waste time trying to fix a bad problem good.&lt;br /&gt;move on to the better and work with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Teens Magazine survey conducted last month indicates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52% of the world's population are described as UGLY while 36% of the world's poulation are described as average and only 12% are seen as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it a handsome boyfriend or pretty girlfriend, be it an ugly relative or a pretty, good hearted one.&lt;br /&gt;move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;dont be stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;dont be stuck.&lt;br /&gt;move...&lt;br /&gt;on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3411465779974776123?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3411465779974776123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3411465779974776123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3411465779974776123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3411465779974776123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-different-people.html' title='5 different people'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-604745523618139133</id><published>2007-05-20T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:21:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱的主旋律 &amp; Can you feel the love tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;男：是你在那个雨季 走进我生命 带着一点任性 和温柔的表情&lt;br /&gt;女：是你在那个雨季 赶走了孤寂 温暖的笑容 换我仅有的甜蜜&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;男：天上一万颗星星我却只看见你 你说这是幸运 还是不可思议&lt;br /&gt;女：身边有太多风景 我却停在这里 说我傻的可以 还不是因为你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;男：是你的声音&lt;br /&gt;女：带给我勇气&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;男：恋爱的频率&lt;br /&gt;女：直到我心底&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;男：如果你愿意&lt;br /&gt;女：是的我愿意&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;合：带着我幸福的主旋律&lt;br /&gt;男：从前的实际&lt;br /&gt;女：现在我相信&lt;br /&gt;男：天空会放晴&lt;br /&gt;女：爱会更甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;男：如果你愿意&lt;br /&gt;女：是我的愿意&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;合：爱的主旋律 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;__________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a calm surrender to the rush of day&lt;br /&gt;When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away&lt;br /&gt;An enchanted moment, and it sees me through&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;It is where we are&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer&lt;br /&gt;That we got this far&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;How it's laid to rest&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;Believe the very best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a time for everyone if they only learn&lt;br /&gt;That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn&lt;br /&gt;There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors&lt;br /&gt;When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;It is where we areIt's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer&lt;br /&gt;That we got this farAnd can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;How it's laid to rest&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;Believe the very best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-604745523618139133?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/604745523618139133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=604745523618139133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/604745523618139133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/604745523618139133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='爱的主旋律 &amp; Can you feel the love tonight'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3845690254613539759</id><published>2007-05-20T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:15:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage rape</title><content type='html'>Rape is a form of assault where an individual forces another to have sexual intercourse against that person’s will. Most experts believe the primary cause of rape is an aggressive desire to dominate the victim rather than an attempt to achieve sexual fulfillment. They consider rape an act of violence rather than principally a sexual encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape is generally considered one of the most serious sex crimes and can be very difficult to prosecute. Sexual violence can also be a war crime under international law. Consent may be absent due to duress arising from the use, or threat, of overwhelming force or violence, or because the subject is incapacitated in some way such as intoxication and/or underage innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A United Nations report compiled from government sources showed that more than 250,000 cases of rape or attempted rape were recorded by police annually. The reported data covered 65 countries, including Africa, Singapore, China and even New Zealand. However most rapes-61% are not even reported to police. One factor relating to this is the myth that rapists are strangers hiding in bushes. In reality 38% of victims were raped by a friend or acquaintance, 28% by "an intimate" and 17% by another relative. Only 16% were committed by a stranger to the victim. About four out of ten sexual assaults take place at the victim's own home. Two in ten take place in the home of a friend, neighbor or relative. And only one in ten take place outside, away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Rape also has been up in crime's hands lately. a total compilation of 69,000 over child rape issue have been reported in 2006 in Asia, with more than 9000 from Nepal, 6000 from China and 4000 from Malaysia. With Nepal leading the crime rates of over 100,000 since 1999 to date. Moreover, in Thailand, over 60% of kids have chosen to be a child prostitute earning more millions buds thus placing them the 6th largest earning business in Asia and the largest Red Light District business in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child sexual abuse is widespread, cutting right across any economic, social, political, religious or race boundaries. It is an issue which is being vehemently addressed right across the political spectrum and it is time that men struggling against both their own and society's sexism began to consider what it is, and what preventative action can be taken. The law also tends to make conviction difficult. Again, a child's word against an adult's may be disbelieved. The court situation is an intimidating one, which can result in children feeling confused, that they are mistaken, that they are partly to blame.Proposals are coming forward to ensure that the legal procedure meets the child's needs. Likewise, police methods as regards child sexual abuse and rape are being brought under a much needed and long overdue scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the legal books, the DEATH sentence is given to ANY forms of child prostitution, pornography or rape cases in most U.S states and Europe. however, crime spreadits wings in Asia. In asia, child sexual abuse is known as Statutory rape, which basically is the crime of sex with a minor under the age of consent (AOC, 18), the age at which individuals are considered competent to give consent to sexual conduct. The law may be strict and punishment is loose. Only a life setence is given on accord of the severity of the abuse and forms of rape. Thus, it is safe to say... the law is NOT doing its job to these offenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick reference will be the papers just days ago abuot a young girl that got MOLESTED by her DAD. (refer up.. 17% of rape cases comes from relatives.. WTF!) moreover, it happened in their own home (40%). in front of the other family members. Men are animals. Brute and cruel. the lack of sensitivity and sensibility rips the mind apart and forces the desires out to even a young 13-year-old girl. but the law cant do anything can it? a simple life setence is given to the guy and the case actually dragged for two years till just a week ago when the man is finally conviceted behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under current laws, having sex with girls under 18 is considered statutory rape, punishable by up to five years in jail and a fine of S$10,000 (US$5900). Prostitution is legal in Singapore but pimping and public solicitation are not. Licensed brothels operate in designated areas, some of them catering to the large community of foreign male workers. note this. its CASH PUNISHMENT and a simple 5 years jail sentence with no CANING or PUBLIC SERVICE involvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficient is what the legalistive system of Singapore is known for. but what is Effectiveness to it? Crimes does run free. Child abuse? its a sad sad world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3845690254613539759?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3845690254613539759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3845690254613539759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3845690254613539759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3845690254613539759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/teenage-rape.html' title='teenage rape'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2245601433405982961</id><published>2007-05-17T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:27:59.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>Love is a strange and beautiful thing,&lt;br /&gt;It spans time and space, distance is no object to love.&lt;br /&gt;You will wait forever for the one you love,&lt;br /&gt;Travel wherever you need to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;When you are in the arms of the one you love,&lt;br /&gt;That love can make a moment last a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Yet make a lifetime seem no more than a moment.&lt;br /&gt;When love is distant it grows strong,&lt;br /&gt;When it returns it flowers.&lt;br /&gt;People crave it, strive for it, fight for it, and die for it,&lt;br /&gt;And when they find it, they know they are complete.&lt;br /&gt;For in the arms of the one we love is wholeness,&lt;br /&gt;Belief, completeness, passion, and security.&lt;br /&gt;The one we love is someone for whom we would do anything,&lt;br /&gt;And never ask for anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;It produces a love of all that person is and will ever be,&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what that may mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;Love knows that when you are away,&lt;br /&gt;That you are still loved, cherished, thought after, and missed&lt;br /&gt;By the one you love,&lt;br /&gt;And they know that you love them back.&lt;br /&gt;That is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my love to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2245601433405982961?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2245601433405982961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2245601433405982961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2245601433405982961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2245601433405982961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2442240969163495416</id><published>2007-05-13T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:32:20.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black &amp; white</title><content type='html'>Black and white,&lt;br /&gt;obaque or transparent,&lt;br /&gt;what am i?&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;invisible or true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white,&lt;br /&gt;right or left,&lt;br /&gt;which am i?&lt;br /&gt;where am i?&lt;br /&gt;lost or found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white,&lt;br /&gt;hate or love?&lt;br /&gt;when will i?&lt;br /&gt;how will i?&lt;br /&gt;now or never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black and white,&lt;br /&gt;contrast in between,&lt;br /&gt;lost for words to match the dif,&lt;br /&gt;now standing before the very same cliff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do or die,&lt;br /&gt;live or shame,&lt;br /&gt;lost of courage to pull it through,&lt;br /&gt;find no paths to solve this clue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight or run,&lt;br /&gt;stay or move,&lt;br /&gt;the will to stay match the will to leave,&lt;br /&gt;the power so strong pulled back for dree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now or never,&lt;br /&gt;eternal in flames,&lt;br /&gt;lost in transition,&lt;br /&gt;far within the mind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2442240969163495416?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2442240969163495416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2442240969163495416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2442240969163495416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2442240969163495416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/black-white.html' title='Black &amp; white'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2582612879156564239</id><published>2007-05-12T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:12:03.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain white - hey dililah</title><content type='html'>Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it al&lt;br /&gt;lEven more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2582612879156564239?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2582612879156564239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2582612879156564239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2582612879156564239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2582612879156564239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/plain-white-hey-dililah.html' title='Plain white - hey dililah'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3726726741301295310</id><published>2007-05-12T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:59:48.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scarred tree</title><content type='html'>thought of sth meaningful and decided to make a story from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, there was a tree. the biggest, wisest, oldest tree in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;one of which he thought he was the best.&lt;br /&gt;but much as life has taught.&lt;br /&gt;noone's perfect. not even god.&lt;br /&gt;god cannot create a rock he cannot lift. (paradox)&lt;br /&gt;and this tree, he just cannot stop providing shade and fruits for the animals of the forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, the forest had a fire. everyone ran and all that passed him ignored his sayings and refused to let him into the happenings.&lt;br /&gt;the poor old tree was left there alone.&lt;br /&gt;soon, the fire spread and the tree was alone standing before it.&lt;br /&gt;it got burnt badly.. on the front side of his tree.&lt;br /&gt;scarred now is this tree forever, burnt and wounded deep.&lt;br /&gt;the animals came back the following days and apologised and tried to make it up to him.&lt;br /&gt;but it was too late, the tree was scarred forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone including the tree thought it was the end.. the tree has lost its will to provide shelter.. the tree has lost its will to bear fruits.. the tree was lonely and left there by himself..&lt;br /&gt;but it was not the end..  the wise owl flew by several days later and noticed the crying tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'say old tree... why are you crying? you are the wisest, oldest and strongest tree in the forest. you can give shade, give fruits and above all, support people.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'but what use am i if none were to help me in times of need?what use am i if i cant bear fruits nor gives shade? my leaves are burnt, my branches are broken, my bark is scarred. what use am i as a tree?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'no fear my friend, scarred you may be now, but only the ones that have been through the burns know the taste of fire. only those who's gone throught the pain knows the cure. my friend, the leaves may be gone but grow them back, the branches may be broken and grow them back, your bark may be scarred but be proud. it symbolises your wisdom, your strength and courage. you know the fire's pain and depth. you can help people go through the fire. you can help people prevent the fire. you know the cure to burns. give shade as forms of helping words. bear fruits as forms of burnt antidotes. for you are the tree. a tree is dug deep in the soil, it stands strong and you can bounce back. life is filled with fire and burns. be proud for that you are scarred. you are not broken and torn down. you are just merely taught a lesson. share the lesson. help the needs. spread freely your leaves and branches. stand firm and stonr gyour roots and stem. be proud of your burns and scars. have faith in yourself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is impossible to overcome,&lt;br /&gt;someone out there will help and is willing to lend u a hand.&lt;br /&gt;somone out there must have been through what you are/have.&lt;br /&gt;you are never alone in this world. life comes in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;chromosones are in pairs, gender is in pairs, the sky is paired with contrast.&lt;br /&gt;everything is naturally paired.&lt;br /&gt;noone is alone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;someone out there will be the owl to bring you wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;someone out there will be the tree to guide u through &amp; enlighten u with his experiences.&lt;br /&gt;someone out there will also be the animals that runs away &amp;amp; refuse to help.&lt;br /&gt;but everything is just a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;each path u take, each move u make,&lt;br /&gt;u will rach a different destination.&lt;br /&gt;but how different can it be?&lt;br /&gt;one thing is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;noone is alone to face challenges and obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;i believe everyone in life have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;the true ones stays and help.&lt;br /&gt;the true ones are the tree and owl if you need.&lt;br /&gt;let the animals run and ignore if they want.&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the owl's wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;learn to seek help from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;rejoice for the animals have left.&lt;br /&gt;be proud of your scars.&lt;br /&gt;you may just be the owl if you try.&lt;br /&gt;you may just be the tree in time.&lt;br /&gt;love everyone as u wish they would unto you.&lt;br /&gt;kindness begets kindness.&lt;br /&gt;it does.. it really does..&lt;br /&gt;never fear your scars and shame it.&lt;br /&gt;never regret the paths u make.&lt;br /&gt;for whatever is done is done.&lt;br /&gt;make the best outta it.&lt;br /&gt;that's life's greatest achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3726726741301295310?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3726726741301295310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3726726741301295310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3726726741301295310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3726726741301295310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/scarred-tree.html' title='the scarred tree'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6056352714218437205</id><published>2007-05-12T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:43:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue</title><content type='html'>fatigue have gotten to me..&lt;br /&gt;im tired..&lt;br /&gt;so tired..&lt;br /&gt;think im dying soon..&lt;br /&gt;from the mental blockade and physical loss..&lt;br /&gt;no motivation to work..&lt;br /&gt;no motivation to go to school..&lt;br /&gt;no motivation at all..&lt;br /&gt;hmm... should i quit?&lt;br /&gt;keep my day free or keep my night free?&lt;br /&gt;or better yet. kill myself for 2 years and join ren?&lt;br /&gt;den make myself very free for a year..&lt;br /&gt;o well..&lt;br /&gt;im missing my dearest alot..&lt;br /&gt;skipped sch yet again..&lt;br /&gt;high fever..&lt;br /&gt;excessive swelling at my throat..&lt;br /&gt;uber tired..&lt;br /&gt;but someone came along and brightened my day..&lt;br /&gt;made me brand new and of course..&lt;br /&gt;it was none other den...&lt;br /&gt;well u know..&lt;br /&gt;damn.. missed UT and missed norman;s cele..&lt;br /&gt;but still.. i will make it up to him tml. :)&lt;br /&gt;i've got many good friends ard.. i've come to realise how impt they are to me..&lt;br /&gt;i've come to realise how impt i am to them..&lt;br /&gt;but some are just not worth mentioning..&lt;br /&gt;seems like i have that short span of interest problem..&lt;br /&gt;i like working..&lt;br /&gt;but i hate the fatigue..&lt;br /&gt;o well.. love makes me new.. :)&lt;br /&gt;but then again.. i got too much that i want..&lt;br /&gt;just too much.. like what zoee said in her blog..&lt;br /&gt;action = reaction..&lt;br /&gt;i acted.. now im reacting..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;fatigue took the better of me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6056352714218437205?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6056352714218437205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6056352714218437205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6056352714218437205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6056352714218437205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/fatigue.html' title='fatigue'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3927134466788898020</id><published>2007-05-09T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:02:50.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be loved</title><content type='html'>I had a roof over head&lt;br /&gt;Had shoes on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure I was fed&lt;br /&gt;But no one was there when I was in need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah So who am I now?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want me to be?&lt;br /&gt;I can forgive you but I won't relive you&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the same scared kid I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live, I'm gonna survive&lt;br /&gt;Don't want the world to pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dream, I ain't gonna die&lt;br /&gt;thinking my life was just a lie&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a picture, our so called family tree...&lt;br /&gt;yeah I broke all the branches looking for answers&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it ain't how it supposed to be&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna live, I'm gonna survive&lt;br /&gt;Don't want the world to pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dream, I ain't gonna die&lt;br /&gt;thinking my life was just a lie&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give, I'm ready to try,&lt;br /&gt;willing to lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;I want to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna cry, I don't want to scream&lt;br /&gt;But I got so much left unsaid inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Taken from&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live, I'm gonna survive&lt;br /&gt;Don't want the world to pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dream, I ain't gonna die&lt;br /&gt;thinking my life was just a lie&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give, I'm ready to try,&lt;br /&gt;willing to lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3927134466788898020?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3927134466788898020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3927134466788898020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3927134466788898020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3927134466788898020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wanna-be-loved.html' title='I wanna be loved'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5730236701897791594</id><published>2007-05-09T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T11:35:08.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;feeling high I don't want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises. Baby, now I need to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna die in your arms Here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together,&lt;br /&gt;doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you're near I feel like I'm in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;feeling high I don't want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises. Baby, now I need to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna die in your arms I don't want to run away,&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay forever, thru Time and Time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises I don't wanna run away,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;No Promises Baby, now I need to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;now and forever my love&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing the times of simplicty,&lt;br /&gt;where truth is misted and never knew...&lt;br /&gt;when times are so silly and fun..&lt;br /&gt;but now..&lt;br /&gt;times are sweet and still so indulged i live..&lt;br /&gt;u make my heart sink deep.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5730236701897791594?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/5730236701897791594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=5730236701897791594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5730236701897791594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5730236701897791594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6568282488881936793</id><published>2007-05-09T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:22:24.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness - poetry</title><content type='html'>I am beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;so delicate &amp; true.&lt;br /&gt;i see the hope &amp;amp; courage,&lt;br /&gt;of petals in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i am, i will be,&lt;br /&gt;the flower shall never wilt or die.&lt;br /&gt;i will depend on solely one,&lt;br /&gt;that solely one is me,&lt;br /&gt;i raise my petals high above,&lt;br /&gt;that i shall prosper and bloom above,&lt;br /&gt;i may not be the pick of a patch,&lt;br /&gt;but i am beautiful like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will stand as one, but not a lonely soul,&lt;br /&gt;the tears shall shun from my smiles and so,&lt;br /&gt;i live my life so beautifully,&lt;br /&gt;i think of myself as only pure and true.&lt;br /&gt;i am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time is precious,&lt;br /&gt;That time is of the essence,&lt;br /&gt;But what is this illusion?&lt;br /&gt;What is time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes by, they say,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;They even say,&lt;br /&gt;How time flies,&lt;br /&gt;Does it have wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I seen it,&lt;br /&gt;Never have I understood,&lt;br /&gt;But I do know some things,&lt;br /&gt;I know the time that I'm away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious.&lt;br /&gt;It is of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;But no time is worth my time,&lt;br /&gt;Unless that time is spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time weighs heavily on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how time does eat away at me.&lt;br /&gt;Time is not physical, but rather spiritual,&lt;br /&gt;For no time is more spiritual then when you're with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you my lovely lady,&lt;br /&gt;i love you so my dearest one,&lt;br /&gt;my darling stargirl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a twinkling star&lt;br /&gt;shining high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;with my brother and sister stars&lt;br /&gt;all around me.&lt;br /&gt;And we dance and we sing&lt;br /&gt;with our undying beauty.&lt;br /&gt;And when our sparkling lights burn out&lt;br /&gt;a door closes us and captures us&lt;br /&gt;in a pool of darkness&lt;br /&gt;of which we aren't familiar.&lt;br /&gt;one known only as life&lt;br /&gt;a darkness of force in the mind&lt;br /&gt;it rips it tears it destroys.&lt;br /&gt;but so does the hpoe and light in there&lt;br /&gt;hope can be found in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;the darkness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man that made an impression on strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet but firm and even more stern.&lt;br /&gt;Strength and courage I have learned from you,&lt;br /&gt;but being without you is hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;A man with pride in every step he made.&lt;br /&gt;A man with vigor in every phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears I've shed cannot surpass the smiles and the laughs we had with you.&lt;br /&gt;To feel your pain I could not do,&lt;br /&gt;to feel your joy I cannot explain,&lt;br /&gt;but being without is hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;A man with pride in every step he made.&lt;br /&gt;A man with vigor in every phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man that defined the word grand as only a real man can.&lt;br /&gt;To know you're in a better place soothes my pain.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you're happy and always true makes me sane.&lt;br /&gt;A man i am to  keep you safe.&lt;br /&gt;A man with pride in every step he made.&lt;br /&gt;A man with vigor in every phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good man die young.. tahts only cause capable people and rewarded with nothing but more work. think about it, how true isit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6568282488881936793?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6568282488881936793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6568282488881936793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6568282488881936793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6568282488881936793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/randomness-poetry.html' title='randomness - poetry'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-429287715427877121</id><published>2007-05-09T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:41:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You kissed my lips and I felt a flutter in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand and lit a spark in my body,&lt;br /&gt;You stared into my eyes and saw straight into my soul,&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me and I was finally complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im near you, you make me weak,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes it sparkles and blinds me,&lt;br /&gt;your love it's heavy, so full and filled with the good will and joys and sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;you, its so perfect, its so appropriate, it makes me want you so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are to me&lt;br /&gt;All that an angel could be&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Is here for all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;The gleam in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is what keeps me alive&lt;br /&gt;You are the vision of beauty&lt;br /&gt;I see in front of me&lt;br /&gt;The minor sound of your sweet voice&lt;br /&gt;Is enough to make my heart rejoice&lt;br /&gt;You're an Angel to me&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful person&lt;br /&gt;This world shall ever see&lt;br /&gt;A special place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I shall forever have for thee&lt;br /&gt;You are my love&lt;br /&gt;You are my world&lt;br /&gt;You are this Beautiful Angel to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my world perfect,&lt;br /&gt;you make my world neat,&lt;br /&gt;you make me complete,&lt;br /&gt;you are contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the month spent with you was special,&lt;br /&gt;it gave me new sightings,&lt;br /&gt;i love you, much more now and more to grow.&lt;br /&gt;we have much to share and much have shared.&lt;br /&gt;you mentioned that we dont seem 18?&lt;br /&gt;that only cause we seem to be *lao fu lao qi*&lt;br /&gt;lovers aged together in time,&lt;br /&gt;the present, past and future i speak so much of.&lt;br /&gt;believe it them, trust in them, have faith it will come true.&lt;br /&gt;trust me that u wont regret and i wont give up.&lt;br /&gt;believe me that i will love you deep and long,&lt;br /&gt;have faith in us that time will befriend us,&lt;br /&gt;that our love will stay... last and most important... grow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru.&lt;br /&gt;my love now runs long in the rivers and valleys in our souls,&lt;br /&gt;it flies high and above in our minds and sinks deep within our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;it is solid and strong that it grounds our life,&lt;br /&gt;it is so perfect, tender and oure it brings sweetness forever to us.&lt;br /&gt;my love to you, its genuine.&lt;br /&gt;its eternal, believe me that nth can do us part.&lt;br /&gt;our love is strong and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;always look back to my gifts and remember our promises.&lt;br /&gt;forever,... will u be mine, and me be yours..&lt;br /&gt;reminiscent our times of joys.. for much more will come...&lt;br /&gt;and nothing will end or be less... only changes of more and better will come to pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If words could express&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;How would you react&lt;br /&gt;If you truly felt it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you laugh, would you cry&lt;br /&gt;Would any emotion show&lt;br /&gt;Or would you stay silent&lt;br /&gt;And just wish it never goes away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of your name&lt;br /&gt;I try to calm down...&lt;br /&gt;I try in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, you're perfect&lt;br /&gt;None even come close&lt;br /&gt;From the tips of your hair&lt;br /&gt;To the tips of your toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I could gaze forever&lt;br /&gt;None can surpass&lt;br /&gt;None is better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say, "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;But that's just a start&lt;br /&gt;If only words could express&lt;br /&gt;The feelings in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the deep strong powerful feelings&lt;br /&gt;that grows to say it more&lt;br /&gt;that i love you forever&lt;br /&gt;and eternally im yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-429287715427877121?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/429287715427877121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=429287715427877121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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is for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS A BLESSING BROUGHT FROM ABOVE.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU FOUND IT, HOLD IT! KEEP IT! TREASURE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you have love, love it, hold it, keep it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEECHUATIO!&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER YOUR WARNING FOR THE KIDNAPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS,&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS KIDNAPPER JOSHUA,&lt;br /&gt;GVING HIS REPLY,&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH LATE,&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST UNDERSTAND HIS SITUATION,&lt;br /&gt;THE KIDNAPPED BITES,&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS A DIFFICULT TARGET AND HAVE BEEN BRINGING LOTS TO ME,&lt;br /&gt;THUS, I HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE HER BACK TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT AND I NEED NO RANSOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats only cause i already have her. hehe. im hers and she's mine. wee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3341916959526357300?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3341916959526357300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3341916959526357300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3341916959526357300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3341916959526357300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/topic-as-discussed.html' title='topic as discussed'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-8215782687404645040</id><published>2007-05-09T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:25:52.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good people die early</title><content type='html'>ever wonder why good people die young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ren &amp; i were talking about it the other day and i think he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good people are the ones capable of doing things... which means in life, when you're capable, you dont have special (good) treatment but, you get even more special (bad) treatment. more work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it. if you're good at thinking, you get thrown work and problems to solve,&lt;br /&gt;if you're good at programming, you get thrown software and IT to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, good poeple will in turn become overworked and soon and definitely, drive them to their limits and thus, their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why isit however that the lazy ones and simple ones live longer? (proven in a scientifc test)&lt;br /&gt;could it be that they are less worried and affected by many things?&lt;br /&gt;such as the workload or the need to please.&lt;br /&gt;thus, could it be true that working your mind more will kill you earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. seems like being nice is a bad thing now, you think for the others sakes, think for the best possible solutions and even think about ways of achieving things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i would say, be selective. be nice to the right ones but bite hard when the ones that tramples goes overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you: you trampled on my tail. one more inch and i bite. try me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-8215782687404645040?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3668889169864776980</id><published>2007-05-09T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:21:16.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident prone.</title><content type='html'>alright. sth's up with my com. either its virus infected or just that blogger's messing with me. o, what the heck, it doesnt matter. im in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. whr do i start. for starters, this is a pure simple recap of what happened in the past say.. 48hours. what simply means. its boring if u dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, first of, its my 1st monniversary!!!! congrats to myself and my darling vivien. well, had the surprises instored all worked out well. she was dumb enough to er.. not know theres no school? lol. well... its a blessing in disguise, we went pizza hut and off to work she goes and the night plans came through. real romantic day i hope. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,.. i must say im just not cut out for the late night. im just say... not used or rather.. complicating things a little too much all the time. but heck, my darling did a splendid job to cool me down and well... fantastic day/night at her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work just couple of hours ago where an accident happened and everyone started to panic. one of my colleague even cried. everyone was worried and curious and headed out to get a clear view. all but some, including me, just standing there. wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can ever someone be unlucky enough to be called prone to accident and heartaches? well, personally, i think luck has this driving force in it that keeps people believing. luck in some forms of mythology is a god itself. this god, luck plays with the human mind according to the myth and lets in blessings that rips everything away as pleasure of his point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were taking down the license number for a chance in luck, the 4D winnings. this led me thinking.. have luck any play in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just a maze waiting to be unsolved.&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Dickson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life is a maze where theres folkroads EVERYWHERE. every decision may lead into a dead end where even turning back may seem too difficult or impossible. thus, does luck aafect the destination? or even, does fate determine your direction? every decision in life brings in the pros and cons. be it simple or tough, life is filled with the multi decision making sessions and it forms a maze where every time u make a decision, you think u get closer to somewhere, but you never know where the road leads. life is unexpected, life is as a maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i think time is precious. a long decision may just end u in a place with no return and worse, even losing much. thus, this maze must be known how to solve before trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is experiencing. if you never take the step, you will never move. staying stagnant at the start and when time runs out, theres nth to look back but much to look forward to yet, time robs it all form you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, if you took the step and ends up in a wrong place, the decision made somewhere somehow went wrong. thus, it puts you in a dilemma or doing or not. but here's the thing. if you never ever try, you will never ever know. besides. being wrong is much better than being lsot. you must know where you are aiming to head rather than be still thinking all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if life was a maze, im sure i will be the one to light up the dark paths towards the destination that lays your dreams, your fantasies and only your joys. i will be the guide that leads you through, i will be the light that shines your path, i will be the maze even, to see that your life goes meaningful and that our love.. it stays marvelous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relating back to the topic, the accident left me thinking... people's minds are easy to manipulate, where religion comes in to bring hope. even luck, gives hope to people. even in a situation of accidents where people almost dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; imust say this, luck is nothing in measure to the wraths of nature, time being the key. time can be the healer or destroyer. dont waste time. time is precious. life is fragile. everyone's prone to accidents. be it now, soon or even later, your life is insignificant to many things in life and these may just end your life sooner than you thought. time comes into place as you must treasure and appreciate every moment in life. be it bad or good, it happens for a reason and is part of the maze. take that step and accept everything that comes. ony den can you be clear of your destination. life is fragile. treasure every moemnt and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i treasure you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;you are my precious.&lt;br /&gt;my dearest one of all,&lt;br /&gt;vivien my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, not to mention i treasure my dear friends and family too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3668889169864776980?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3668889169864776980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3668889169864776980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3668889169864776980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3668889169864776980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/accident-prone.html' title='Accident prone.'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-7910211723932666195</id><published>2007-05-04T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:59:27.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 1215215 22</title><content type='html'>Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down deep&lt;br /&gt;or high up&lt;br /&gt;i will be there.&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-1367784385991957344</id><published>2007-05-04T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:36:52.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>What compassionate and heart-warming people sin__poreans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not meaning to discrimate or verbally abuse people but,&lt;br /&gt;come on.. how hard is it to take just a small step to help and lend aid to those who needs?&lt;br /&gt;come on.. how hard is it to to just help instead or pointing the finger? worse yet, turning an eye away is just an act of cowardice. not wanting to help is the same as killing the needy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of, from personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;ever been in a tight situation where everyone just plainly watch and comment yet noone lend their helping hands?&lt;br /&gt;well imagine this, getting caught between the bus door and frame and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPEATEDLY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;slamming it against the head's of a kid. note this. it is a &lt;strong&gt;KID. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? how nice of them to be going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey hey, look, he's bleeding.'&lt;br /&gt;'o yea, he is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pillars to the future of sin__pore.&lt;br /&gt;the lack of initiative, motivation, compassion and above all else, integrity and pride.&lt;br /&gt;how amazing the world will be when these &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Pillars of the future' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;take the world by &lt;strong&gt;STORM. (literally storm - THUNDER STORM)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having the lack of more than just the upbringing and pampering of parents, these pillars have taken for granted the peaceful and simple life of their education and support of the government to the extend that the HIGHER EDUCATED students a.k.a CATHO__C  HIGH  students fail to even help the KID when trapped in a situation of helplessness and pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much more examples to go such as simple tasks such as ledning a hand to carry some books or heavy things from people that you can OBVIOUSLY see that they need it. but some just oblivionly just ignore! even if they dont need it, a simple question like, 'can i get that for you?' will surely brighten his day. how difficult is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure as hell people say that being nice will be taken for granted by,&lt;br /&gt;but think about it this way.&lt;br /&gt;what's worse is taking into heart that life is to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;reasons are simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) being mean causes negativities. it is proven scientifically that it uses &lt;strong&gt;MUCH MORE &lt;/strong&gt;muscles to frown den to smile. further, it is also proven scientifically that cheerful and optimistic people have the tendency to allow blood circulation better and healthier lifestyle resulting in a longer life and better immunity system towards diseases and illnesses. thus, why risk to shorten your life by fretting and worrying over unnecessary things and causing frownings and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet also, proven AGAIN by scientific evidence that sadness and tears from overwhelming grief and sorrow causes muscles in the eyes to go beyond their limits resulting in a risk of eye injury and death of eye cells causing a greater cahnce to have weakened eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, being mean will make someone DIE early because you caused a degree of influence towards their emotions and well, if you are mean in a consistent manner, time to be reflecting yourself my friend. by causing grief, you give yourself grief as well. as well, re-read this paragraph will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) giving is living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our attitude toward life determines life's attitude towards us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Earl Nightwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Princess Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, our attitude in life forms our character. when you help, you receive help when needed.&lt;br /&gt;by giving help, you feel good. by lending a helping hand, you become 'nice'&lt;br /&gt;NICE may be an overly used word that ahs lost its meaning but, being nice is simply put,&lt;br /&gt;-the act of charity and goodwill-&lt;br /&gt;kindness begets kindness. true enough when you give help, the degree of acceptance is received by individuals be it big or small and they will surely and definitely remember it. whether they return the favour depends entirely on the degre they accept the help and the extend of help given. but think about again. what bad can be caused for making more goodness around? rather than fear and worry over the lies and dark truth that cannot be revealed cause of harms did, going an extra mile by helping and actually being there brings in much more smiles than you could expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) life is a journey not a consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One man can make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-spiderman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(awesome movie btw.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happiness is not a reward - its a consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suffering is not a punishment - it is a result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a journey. the mistakes you make, the choices you choose, the paths you take,&lt;br /&gt;they are all the journey at work. life is the biggest opportunity to make a difference. to make it matter. once in this lifetime, you can be who you want to be, dare to take the step, dare to make the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, what's most important in this journey is the discipline.&lt;br /&gt;the discipline to act, to control and to take pride.&lt;br /&gt;you must have the initiative to work, to ability to take challenges and make sacrifices and the control of what to do and what not to. and above all, take pride of your achievements, be it failure or success, this journey is yet to end so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if being mean is what you think you should do to keep out of trouble, you have just lost half the journey. the journey to a better being, the journey to something higher and betterthan what you thought you could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, my question post to my dear readers is this..&lt;br /&gt;have you made a difference?&lt;br /&gt;do you have the compassion and hand to lend?&lt;br /&gt;are you gonna be special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if so, congrats. you are on the journey to a greater place.&lt;br /&gt;if not, not too late to think about it now. life is not short. but, its not that long either. make the best out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1367784385991957344?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1367784385991957344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=1367784385991957344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1367784385991957344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1367784385991957344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6115281467621858498</id><published>2007-05-03T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T02:02:58.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATE OUR LOVE</title><content type='html'>Believe in your heart&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the people might say.&lt;br /&gt;The chance you take could take you to the top. (joshua : to the top!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up&lt;br /&gt;You know you gotta throw your fear away.&lt;br /&gt;Together we can make it&lt;br /&gt;Shake it up baby. (joshua: shake it up, Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the voices rock the nation&lt;br /&gt;A calling to the skies&lt;br /&gt;I can see eternity is in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody theres a party to go to.&lt;br /&gt;Theyre holding out for you! (joshua: wee!)&lt;br /&gt;With every chance you take, a change you make.&lt;br /&gt;The start of something new. (joshua: lets go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around the world they are singing&lt;br /&gt;Calling to the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh celebrate our love,&lt;br /&gt;people with imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere a celebration. (joshua: yea!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh celebrate our love!&lt;br /&gt;Good to be free&lt;br /&gt;Living out our own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;The best will last forever&lt;br /&gt;Never stop. (joshua : never stop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta move&lt;br /&gt;You know we gotta groove into the light.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night that were breaking it up&lt;br /&gt;Break it down baby. (joshua : yea yea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, na, na, na, na, na. oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate our love.&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm take control&lt;br /&gt;Feel the fire burn within your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Theres a magic in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Forever we can take the music thru the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6115281467621858498?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6115281467621858498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6115281467621858498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6115281467621858498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6115281467621858498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebrate-our-love.html' title='CELEBRATE OUR LOVE'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2457936384932850419</id><published>2007-05-03T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:24:06.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my stargirl...</title><content type='html'>The thought manifests as the word.&lt;br /&gt;The word manifests as the deed.&lt;br /&gt;The deed develops into habit.&lt;br /&gt;And the habit hardens into character.&lt;br /&gt;So watch the thought and its ways with care.&lt;br /&gt;And let it spring from love,&lt;br /&gt;born out of concern for all beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love never lives happily ever after;&lt;br /&gt;true love has no ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-K.knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you judge people, you have no time to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Theresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luciano de Crescenzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible&lt;br /&gt;That someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Could complete me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I want&lt;br /&gt;The only one I think about&lt;br /&gt;The only one I truly love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've may me wrong next time&lt;br /&gt;As I'ill do the same&lt;br /&gt;But everyone makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And your not one of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with me for the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you give me your mind&lt;br /&gt;that we may see in time&lt;br /&gt;our love shall magnify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing more to give you than my heart.&lt;br /&gt;We were two and had but one heart.&lt;br /&gt;i am my darling's and my darling is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romantic love reaches out in little ways,&lt;br /&gt;showing attention and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic love remembers what pleases you, excites her, and surprises you.&lt;br /&gt;Its actions whisper, 'you are the most special person in my life.'&lt;/p&gt;so, never say regret, never say no,&lt;br /&gt;just say that you love me, and i shall love you also,&lt;br /&gt;say that you need me and i will be here,&lt;br /&gt;say that you miss me and i will stay here,&lt;br /&gt;say that you want me and i will teleport,&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me, and time shall join with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a beautiful dream,&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a matter of counting the years...&lt;br /&gt;But making the years count...&lt;br /&gt;making the dreams real..&lt;br /&gt;making the fantasies true..&lt;br /&gt;let me be your dream,&lt;br /&gt;be your fantasy and hope,&lt;br /&gt;let me deliever you what the world cant,&lt;br /&gt;and let you deliever me what the world missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Franklin P. Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to take delight in the happiness of another, or, what amounts to the same thing, it is to account another's happiness one's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gottfried Leibnitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love reckons hours for months, and days for years;&lt;br /&gt;And every little absence is an age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John Dryden, Amphitryon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you is a blessing,&lt;br /&gt;to have you is a delight,&lt;br /&gt;to be loved by you creates tears,&lt;br /&gt;but only tears of joy can be the ones that rolls,&lt;br /&gt;delighted byt he blessing you created,&lt;br /&gt;you made my ride worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years to come, months to pass and days to see,&lt;br /&gt;i love you, loved you and will love you,&lt;br /&gt;through past, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;through the church doors, through the heaven's gates,&lt;br /&gt;through time and everything that passes,&lt;br /&gt;through all obstacles and challenges,&lt;br /&gt;thats my love devotion for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2457936384932850419?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2457936384932850419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2457936384932850419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2457936384932850419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2457936384932850419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-my-stargirl.html' title='To my stargirl...'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3700128447649893394</id><published>2007-05-03T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:10:24.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who care, help and are there to share...&lt;br /&gt;the ones that brightens your days, colours your world, and above all, gives you courage the face the horrors of the world.&lt;br /&gt;friends comes and goes like many have experienced and believed so.&lt;br /&gt;but true ones stays be it hidden or visible, they are the ones that helps, motivates, encourages and always seem to be the top of your phone list when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;lets be honest, how true of a fren have you been?&lt;br /&gt;take a sec and refresh yourself, have you done what others done to do?&lt;br /&gt;as the bible goes, 'Do not to those you wish not them do unto you.'&lt;br /&gt;treat everyone as family and nice enough, they treat you with the same degree of friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, good people die young and... what's the point of being nice in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;thus the contradicting truth behind living on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who here agrees that friends are important?&lt;br /&gt;but let me just say this, as important they are to you, you gotta appreciate them and treasure them. if not, why should they even bother?&lt;br /&gt;with no fingers pointed, i must say, how many actually learnt to appreciate their friends?&lt;br /&gt;its not something you just say it or just simply share time with them.&lt;br /&gt;appreciating friends has a deeper meaning. you gotta the dos and do nots. you gotta know what is needed to help them with. but even knowing all these might not be enough. you gotta do what you preach. hypocritical friends are just not needed. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have you done what is needed to call yourself my fren? have you done what is needed to be called true? ask yourself before saying things.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life has a funny meaning to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mroe you want something, they more it tends to stretch your limits to achieve it,&lt;br /&gt;dare to sacrifice, dare to take it.&lt;br /&gt;but many says friends are those who lifts you up to greater heights, the ones that brings you to take the things you sought. true? maybe to some, but to me, only the real and true ones does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're all talk and never there. why should i? im done with trying. im done with taking the shits. im done with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thus, does friends come and go?&lt;br /&gt;how many actually stays and does their part to be called true? to darely place their footprints onto your lives and say 'i've been here.' instead of, 'hey, i've trampled here!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it now, are the trampling friends that stays for benficial gains or the ones that;s willing to share and help and just stay and be there?&lt;br /&gt;friends? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have many... but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or true friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have the necessary ones. stay if you want, but im done being nice to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its a conviction, preference is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3700128447649893394?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3700128447649893394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3700128447649893394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3700128447649893394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3700128447649893394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/05/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3926015422560637529</id><published>2007-04-30T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:07:52.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destiny</title><content type='html'>Lost, forgotten, without rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Longing in my heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;Awakened now, emotions saved&lt;br /&gt;More than love, a promise made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As deepest ocean's brilliant hue&lt;br /&gt;Reflect to heaven dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;Spiraling in winds of time&lt;br /&gt;More than love, I know you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestial patterns, you in me&lt;br /&gt;In emptiness I cease to be&lt;br /&gt;Within our hearts a love divine&lt;br /&gt;More than love, our souls align&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A labyrinth of Earthly ways&lt;br /&gt;Through infinite remaining days&lt;br /&gt;Whispered dreams, a breath between&lt;br /&gt;More than love, our destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3926015422560637529?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3926015422560637529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3926015422560637529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3926015422560637529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3926015422560637529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/destiny.html' title='destiny'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2175562326604007449</id><published>2007-04-29T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:28:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>when i fall in love, it would be forever,&lt;br /&gt;without regrets, without remorse, without anything attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love, it would seems so amusing,&lt;br /&gt;to always be childish, drunk and always be faithful to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love, it would be perfection,&lt;br /&gt;where sweetness runs deep within, and love flows with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love, it shall never be broken,&lt;br /&gt;which is bonded by ties so tough and thick, like diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love, our hearts shall be miracles,&lt;br /&gt;when it smiles from within, it mends and bleeds when our hearts meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love, chemistry will be performed,&lt;br /&gt;of the high voltages striking out from loving eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall in love, i will know how to say,&lt;br /&gt;the most important things that matters, I love you. Forever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2175562326604007449?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2175562326604007449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2175562326604007449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2175562326604007449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2175562326604007449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5652562806261172825</id><published>2007-04-29T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:23:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casanova</title><content type='html'>promiscuous describe the amourous behaviours of the casanova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one who's inclined to get in yet, its none or many.&lt;br /&gt;truth distorts itself to wavering lies where mist,&lt;br /&gt;engalfs the very meanings attached within,&lt;br /&gt;dense minds and racing beats boils the burning soul,&lt;br /&gt;true absurdity brings forth the well thought up excuse.&lt;br /&gt;zeal is the affections towards being loved,&lt;br /&gt;open to the paths ahead and choices to make yet,&lt;br /&gt;exhilarating as it gets, much cannot be done in my stake,&lt;br /&gt;exposed are the weaknesses of the casanova where mistakes comes so naturally.&lt;br /&gt;just another dropping of a tesla nuclear bomb,&lt;br /&gt;obviously to destroy everything to mere dust and soil,&lt;br /&gt;yet, the casanova stands still in the shock of the revealing ships,&lt;br /&gt;caught in the act was he in love too deeply in one,&lt;br /&gt;explained he tried but not to himself he could.&lt;br /&gt;again the casanova have dropped into a pit,&lt;br /&gt;really deep dark and in sync with hell of its very favours,&lt;br /&gt;interesting should the casanova think jumping in is,&lt;br /&gt;signs of counter forces to be ignored again as usual,&lt;br /&gt;always being so ahead is the casanova, hasty and speedy.&lt;br /&gt;tales of broken memoires brings back joys and reminiscene,&lt;br /&gt;insights of the once good and beautiful memories,&lt;br /&gt;now it wavers in the thine line of contriceptions,&lt;br /&gt;getting nowhere it has and have been gone.&lt;br /&gt;should the casanova choose to face death,&lt;br /&gt;against the pride and ego it carries with him,&lt;br /&gt;muster every ounce of strength he must to fight it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its seems to him, casanova was not his path, not what he chose, not what he wished, he wished for safety, security, peace and singularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vying against the millions of lovebirds,&lt;br /&gt;imperilled by the clipping of above heart bags,&lt;br /&gt;vindicated he must of the burdens within to walk ahead,&lt;br /&gt;into a new realm of much better and needed roads,&lt;br /&gt;entered the casanova have and be renounced as new,&lt;br /&gt;now, the casanova stands as a new being, known as the Kishi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where kishi was borned a leader and guardian of love, to be the one for the only, the protecter, guardian and lover. Kishi, the man who have his dreams fulfilled, the man who only have one that matters, the one issue and burden he offered to carry, th eone that would take every else aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5652562806261172825?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/5652562806261172825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=5652562806261172825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5652562806261172825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5652562806261172825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/casanova.html' title='Casanova'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2937102503209370408</id><published>2007-04-28T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:28:31.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/winterger89/Love_3_by_mjagiellicz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; was crazy from the get go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither one of us knew why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't build nothin' over night&lt;br /&gt;Cause a love like this takes some time&lt;br /&gt;People swore it off as a phase said "We can't see that"&lt;br /&gt;Now top from bottom they see that we did that(Yes)&lt;br /&gt;It's so true that (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;We've been through it(Yes)&lt;br /&gt;We got real sh.. (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;See, baby we've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too strong, for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't be without you baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waitin' up untill you get home&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't sleep without you baby&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who's ever loved you knows just what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to fake it, Nothin' can replace it&lt;br /&gt;Call the radio, If you just can't be without your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a question for ya&lt;br /&gt;See, I already know the answer&lt;br /&gt;But still I wanna ask you&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie? (No)&lt;br /&gt;Make me cry? (No)&lt;br /&gt;Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up?&lt;br /&gt;Well, neither would I baby, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my love is on the up and up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Yes)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be faithful (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;I'm for real (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;And with us you'll always know the deal&lt;br /&gt;We've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too strong, for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't be without you baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waitin' up untill you get home&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't sleep without you baby&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who's ever loved you knows just what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to fake it, Nothin' can replace it&lt;br /&gt;Call the radio, If you just can't be without your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is real talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gon' always stay (No matter what)&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad (Thick and thin)&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong (All day everyday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're down on love&lt;br /&gt;Or don't believe this aint for you (No this aint for you)&lt;br /&gt;And if you got it deep in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Deep down You know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;(Come on, come on, come on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,let me see you&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands up (Hands up)&lt;br /&gt;Fellas tell your ladies she's the one&lt;br /&gt;(Fellas tell your ladies she's the one)&lt;br /&gt;Oh put your hands up (Hands up)&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, let him know he's got your love&lt;br /&gt;Look him right in his eyes and tell him we've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be with you&lt;br /&gt;Need to be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Without You -- Mary J Blige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;your darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2937102503209370408?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2937102503209370408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2937102503209370408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2937102503209370408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2937102503209370408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/be-without-you.html' title='Be Without You'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-1440449138060379178</id><published>2007-04-28T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:18:08.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most beautiful</title><content type='html'>I’d give anything to see the sun set on the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything to gaze at a full moon in the night sky;&lt;br /&gt;Even a rainbow would make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;And I’d love to swim in crystal clear waters&lt;br /&gt;Of an untouched sea;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’ll see a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;And try to gaze from afar,&lt;br /&gt;All the diamonds in the night sky;&lt;br /&gt;The mist on the mountains is breathtaking,&lt;br /&gt;As is walking in rainforest;&lt;br /&gt;To see cascading waterfalls I’d do anything for,&lt;br /&gt;As to stand on the highest peak in the world,&lt;br /&gt;And look at the sights below;&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to soar on wings above the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Across the bluest skies;&lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything to see&lt;br /&gt;All the beautiful things in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Like a red rose blooming in the Sahara,&lt;br /&gt;Like a river twisting through a dusty land,&lt;br /&gt;All the beautiful things in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know I am looking at&lt;br /&gt;The world’s most beautiful creation,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you smile,&lt;br /&gt;And every time I look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;it's an angel in disguise i stare,&lt;br /&gt;your wonderful eyes, your wonderful smiles,&lt;br /&gt;your long curly hair, your funny laughter and jokes (cold),&lt;br /&gt;you make a new age of beauty, one so much more,&lt;br /&gt;your tickles sets me laguhters, your hands give me support,&lt;br /&gt;your hug gives me courage, you kiss brings me joys,&lt;br /&gt;that's only because you're the wonder of the world,&lt;br /&gt;an 8th in the counting, but there's still a 9th wonder,&lt;br /&gt;that's the wonder of you being mine.&lt;br /&gt;having you beautified my world, having you showed me love.&lt;br /&gt;vivien, my love, my stargirl from above,&lt;br /&gt;sent from god for me to adore, for me to hold,&lt;br /&gt;i will thank god form the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;that he gave me you, and sent me joys ten fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you who can make my heart bleed cause of smiles,&lt;br /&gt;you who can make miracles and fantasies come true,&lt;br /&gt;let me now show you miracles and fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;of how love can be so powerful,&lt;br /&gt;of how love can make one be so drunk,&lt;br /&gt;of how love can make you so deep,&lt;br /&gt;of how love can make us so strong,&lt;br /&gt;of how love can make us beautify,&lt;br /&gt;you who are the most beautiful creation.&lt;br /&gt;you who can touch my heart so easily,&lt;br /&gt;you who loves to tickle me so much,&lt;br /&gt;you who i've barely even met,&lt;br /&gt;you who gave me nothing but peace &amp; smiles,&lt;br /&gt;you who would surely wipe my tears,&lt;br /&gt;you who can support &amp;amp; encourage,&lt;br /&gt;you who simply said, is nearest to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;love is so powerful do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thas cause my love for you runs deep, flows far, flies high.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so darn much darling vivien.... i miss you too much too... be with me forever? stand by me today, tomorrow, till time runs out? be with me at the ends will you? vivien... my most beautiful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1440449138060379178?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1440449138060379178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=1440449138060379178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1440449138060379178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1440449138060379178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/most-beautiful.html' title='Most beautiful'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-7442989685416719880</id><published>2007-04-28T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:08:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy to think of title</title><content type='html'>say... ruined was planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what can i say.. plans after plans are ruined by my very smart stargirl.. always foiling my plans but still... it did bring her smiles. :) had some great time today and yesterday (though it was short). 21 days and i didnt see her for only 4 of them. haha. glued we have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though my initial plans weren't carried out.. i sure hope you had fun? love ya lots! really wished for the best night this should become.. hope you enjoyed even though it wasnt as *ahem* black as it should have been. but as u said, it's fine as long as you're with me. hehe. thats sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. anyways, just wanted to say... love came to you again today. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, work ytd was really fun. learnt alot from my colleagues and it seems... NYDC is a much better place to work compared to others.. always better to be facing the crowd and anticipating them. still, service orientated jobs suits me best. wa ha ha! hope zoee's gonna work with me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, skipped school again today, had no choice, alarm's shut by my violent tempers of getting woken up by it. guess my phone gotta need shields soon. damn.. my laziness is overtaking me soon, i hate school. oh gosh.. this sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* here i am, at 1am, blogging... wondering what the other's are doing.. noone's online but my darling talking to me.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is this where my loneliness is seen? friends? i may have alot. but how many are actually true? i doubt myself. i doubt my courage. i doubt my everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON!!! 18th BIRTHDAY BITCH! SUCKA!**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, i don't have much to blog about.. just wanted to type a huge chunk of stuff out.. thus, here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred filled the enraging soul of a dying creed.&lt;br /&gt;power was the intended fate and hope it seeks.&lt;br /&gt;nothing seem to matter as long as kishi remains.&lt;br /&gt;to guard protect and endure the concequence.&lt;br /&gt;fight it shall always be doing, fearing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;but failure of the king it has brought upon himself.&lt;br /&gt;the princess is dear and safe and saint as intended.&lt;br /&gt;but failed the kingdom kishi have, lost he is now.&lt;br /&gt;nothing should matter as he determined before.&lt;br /&gt;but now he thinks back and notices his mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;without a king and kingdom, what is a knight?&lt;br /&gt;with a princess and love in his life, is that enough?&lt;br /&gt;enough he consoles hismelf, but within, he knows the truth.&lt;br /&gt;but what can he do now? turn back and wail?&lt;br /&gt;will forgivenss wait? or the red eyes or regrets?&lt;br /&gt;will his seeking be cleared or rejected as always?&lt;br /&gt;but then again, why him? he made no faults.&lt;br /&gt;he gave his best as he always had, so why?&lt;br /&gt;why should Kishi be the one that yet again try?&lt;br /&gt;though many have done more and better, kishi remains true to himself.&lt;br /&gt;that's only cause he is clear of his conscious.&lt;br /&gt;how many actually knows about it? how many actually cares?&lt;br /&gt;lonely should kishi be? loves he is at now, but time seems to be torturing.&lt;br /&gt;retribution or fate? luck or  destiny? kishi, lost in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hate myself for being this. i hate myself for failing. i hate myself for not being able to do anymore. i hate myself for making empty promises. i ahte myself for so many things. who can help me at all? this is not me turning desperation, im not having a depression, im not flaring or breaking, the volcano still stays asleep. i just regret. i just hate. i just remorse, i just feed bad. sorry seems to be the hardest word. but love is the only things that consoles me. love seem to still make me think of less. but time is torturing.. retirbution faces me? i hope not.. i seriously hope not.. i hate my past.. i hate my actions.. i hate so many.. but can love still be proper? with so much hatred stored in me.. so much secrets in me.. so much thoughts and opinions.. so much.. so god damn much.. lying on the verge of tears.. why? why am i thinking so much now... blogging nv helps.. it kills...&lt;br /&gt;Stargirl: you make things so much better with you by my side. i need a hug now.. can i? i will never keep anything from you. i will never be bad to you. i promise my love is real and true. i promise my life to keep that promise. you are so much to me. i need you so much. i love you even more. i miss you so damn much again. what can i do? what can i do? vien.. can u show me eternity?.... im feeling so lost.. i wish you are here now.. i wish to tell u all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-7442989685416719880?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/7442989685416719880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=7442989685416719880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7442989685416719880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7442989685416719880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/lazy-to-think-of-title.html' title='Lazy to think of title'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5524902805822707746</id><published>2007-04-28T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:50:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fellowship</title><content type='html'>The fellowship of once strong bonds and ties,&lt;br /&gt;tested through the flames of time and trust,&lt;br /&gt;should this fellowship fail, gone are the hope and trust along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship with what seemed perfect to begin with,&lt;br /&gt;filled within themselves funand joys of happy times,&lt;br /&gt;like summer times in our lives, those were the cocktail hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship trailed at the high courts through time,&lt;br /&gt;one failure after another it starts to crumble,&lt;br /&gt;headed to nowhere the fellowship went, one after another, they slowly left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship of once tight and faithful bonds,&lt;br /&gt;failed the test of time and trust,&lt;br /&gt;lost are the ties that's once held dear, lsot are the hope of what's so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship have proven that eternity was fallacy,&lt;br /&gt;that somethings cannot be forced nor wished,&lt;br /&gt;that the act of deity powers or powers from above was mere wishful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship now experiences a dying consent,&lt;br /&gt;with more than conflicts and misunderstandings,&lt;br /&gt;it stands in the face of hatred and regrets, consumed by rage and sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship that once was so free and genuine,&lt;br /&gt;now turned to just a veritable obselete form of double-dealings,&lt;br /&gt;deceitful, feared and cheated, robbed, pretense and smeared, ruined was the path ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship now stands before a crossroad in time,&lt;br /&gt;of smitherings and parting ways the light shines bright,&lt;br /&gt;of hardship and forgivenss leads the lonely path dark and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship of once dear and fun,&lt;br /&gt;now begrime with soils of tears, anguish and remorse,&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness seems so tough, regret seems so easy, failure seems ajust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship of broken dreams and hope,&lt;br /&gt;left behind scars of deep hurts and aches,&lt;br /&gt;a repetition of past pains and wounds are all that it have brought upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship now faces a last stand for reconciliation,&lt;br /&gt;but none responded to it's cry for need,&lt;br /&gt;but none have made the effort to heed its call, to try once more to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the fellowship will be broken.. slowly... painful... it will..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5524902805822707746?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/5524902805822707746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=5524902805822707746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5524902805822707746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5524902805822707746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/fellowship.html' title='The fellowship'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3330909493563467875</id><published>2007-04-26T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:24:52.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much.. must.. give..</title><content type='html'>Too much sweetness inside. must let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you runs deeper than any oceans or seas, it burns higher than any flames could reach, it reaches the ends of the world and stays at there for its the ends that i wish to walk with you to. No mountain can match my heights, no valley can match my depth, no sky can match the vastness of my love that is solely yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can tell u how much you mean to me, to tell you how much i love you. but no words can be used to measure or describe. If only you could hear my heart beat, then maybe you would understand the language of love with which it speaks. If only you could kiss me then maybe you would taste my love for you that's so sweet, and if only you could look into my eyes, the window to my soul, then you would know that this is no lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let time be witness and see, that love can be forever and thee. for you my loved one beloved, nothing else should matter and wont. let eternity and forever see, that even though time have been short and smooth has our love been, nothing can come between us, to rob us of what we have. this love is so strong and deep, it makes me melt each time i see u, it makes me melt each time im near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soft lips touches me, you warm embraces and hands. it makes me feel so lifted, up into the skies. but bring me down u wont. for i trust that you will keep my love, heart and mind. it will stay in you and yours in mine, that i will protect you forever. this is my love declaration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever is how long i love you..&lt;br /&gt;Always is how much i shall care..&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is how long our love will last..&lt;br /&gt;The ends of time is where we will go..&lt;br /&gt;this is not a destinated journey..&lt;br /&gt;this is a journey of time, with only u &amp; me in time to pass,&lt;br /&gt;that is my love declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will spend my time missing you, loving you and wanting you..&lt;br /&gt;i will spend my life guiding you, protecting you and hugging you..&lt;br /&gt;i will spend my everything to make you smile and laugh..&lt;br /&gt;i will use my everything just to be by your side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear my heart say this lovebeat..&lt;br /&gt;hear my mind think of you..&lt;br /&gt;hear my words saying how much i wanna be your future..&lt;br /&gt;hear my words saying how much i wanna be your present..&lt;br /&gt;see my present fulfilling your fantasies..&lt;br /&gt;see my future walking down the church with bells in marriage..&lt;br /&gt;see our past filled with sweet memories together..&lt;br /&gt;see our time pass under the gazing sky and stars..&lt;br /&gt;see ourselves grow old together..&lt;br /&gt;yet our love shall still stay forever...&lt;br /&gt;thats how long and how far i've thought..&lt;br /&gt;love started when i've found you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3330909493563467875?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3330909493563467875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3330909493563467875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3330909493563467875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3330909493563467875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-much-must-give.html' title='too much.. must.. give..'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6025511746504519709</id><published>2007-04-26T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:28:55.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespear</title><content type='html'>Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?&lt;br /&gt;Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left?&lt;br /&gt;Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,&lt;br /&gt;Steal thine own freedom and complain on theft.&lt;br /&gt;Narcissus so himself himself forsook,&lt;br /&gt;And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torches are made to light, jewels to wear,&lt;br /&gt;Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,&lt;br /&gt;Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear:&lt;br /&gt;Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse:&lt;br /&gt;Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty;&lt;br /&gt;Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespear's poetry never fails to astonish me. it never fails to get my thinking cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your beauty if all i covet. Your smile is all begot. Your everything torches my life up to light like jewels. i love u. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6025511746504519709?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6025511746504519709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6025511746504519709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6025511746504519709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6025511746504519709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/shakespear.html' title='Shakespear'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-7575291895682484152</id><published>2007-04-25T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:16:19.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senseless thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember why&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;got nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on as I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I’m slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I’m hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold&lt;br /&gt;On to a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;and I can’t erase the things that I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;got nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on as I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;got nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on as I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;good or bad? just a mindless soul speaking while alone at this place. noone should hear this thoughts of me. noone should know how i feel. yet i feel so in need. so in need to tell somebody. i need aid and help. strong as i may be, but weak i actually am. i told u those matters thats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bothering. yet, it seems like much more den what ive said. isit just a plain simple matter that can be handled and solved? i hardly doubt it. theres uch more behind the scenes thatn it is. let alone those matters within thats yet to be said. i wanna tell u all now. it soothes me to let u know. running is not what im good at. all these thoughts, it bothers. all these thoughts it kills. it worries me so much about so many. yet why do i still addd burdens? i've failed many because of my dying need for love. i've failed many because of my selfish behaviors to be the one. i've failed and failed yet i keep trying. what is the gist of it? as a nike shirt said, 'Why wait? Just f***ing do it!' its a conviction to be what i am. its a prove and evident that it is the better side. yet the other is tearing its way up. i run. run too often and fast. but no longer i should anymore. friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;family, self and most of all. you..why am i still worrying so much. u have showed me much much more than i thought we could. but still.. the pessimism lingers. im so sorry. its me. my mind swings from ends to ends. too many considerations i have thought about. i just cant stop. im so sorry. its just the times of solitude that makes my mind race. i mean all i said. but im afraid it fires back. everything ive said so far i mean them. i wish to walk the ends with you. but my past is much more than revealed. it wills surely and definitely come back and bite. im fearful now. the fear of losing you. the fear of the enveloping darkness. the fear thats undying in me. fear? its a stepping stone. but can i make that step? i know u will help me with it. i know i should. i know i can. just a mindless ousl speaking its mindles thoughts. i love u so much. my darling vivien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-7575291895682484152?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/7575291895682484152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=7575291895682484152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7575291895682484152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/7575291895682484152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/senseless-thoughts.html' title='senseless thoughts'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3662405355976843426</id><published>2007-04-25T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:07:40.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love 101</title><content type='html'>What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not knowing how or why,&lt;br /&gt;And not caring for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is spending time with you,&lt;br /&gt;Even if only briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is caring,&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else matters but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is wanting,&lt;br /&gt;Your lips to touch mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is hoping,&lt;br /&gt;For you to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is doin' anything,&lt;br /&gt;Just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause loving you is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always Looking for perfection with you, wishing and yearning for more and more just to be with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having you as the Only one that matters and being the only one in my heart, for now, for later, for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Visions of your loved magnifested through time, living in a house of love, being so deep in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, Everywhere and Everyday spending tears, joy and excitement just knowing u're here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? its where you &amp; i are together.&lt;br /&gt;just a way of describing me &amp;amp; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.. thats what's my life is all about. loving you. always. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3662405355976843426?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3662405355976843426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3662405355976843426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3662405355976843426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3662405355976843426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-101.html' title='love 101'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5856309786707312679</id><published>2007-04-25T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:38:53.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post, 14th date, 19days</title><content type='html'>hmm. haha. was thinking thinking about it and thus the title. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day ytd.. lesson was simple and had a great time with my team. forgot hows lunch and they day was fine. went to joyce's class after school and played some games that made sean uber high? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*why am i blogging this way of a sudden? heck. must be the mood. still nostalgic to the past? still happy over the night? haha.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. back to the day..&lt;br /&gt;So, after that, went to meet my darling at cwp.. had some pastamania.. went to courts and did some stupid shit. thought i was careful enough but NO! haha. must be the low IQ at fault. i got the wrong thing and had to run back to change. O well.. went on to suntec to eat some yogurt and decided to crash at darling's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. how sweet can someone get.. hmm. totally not expecting it but... THANKS DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. now back to the original version of my form of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reminiscene of past brings back tears,&lt;br /&gt;the lost of hope and regrets adds to them,&lt;br /&gt;what's left behind these mindless actions are just more hurts and pains..&lt;br /&gt;the ripping of ties and bonds seems so tempting to those who chooses to run..&lt;br /&gt;the ritting truth behind these actions are hidden within..&lt;br /&gt;brave are those who knows when to fight..&lt;br /&gt;be assured that he who runs comes back..&lt;br /&gt;fight back.. resist... attack... i have nothing left behind but the casanova's unwillingness.&lt;br /&gt;much to exclaim but little to result..&lt;br /&gt;now here is the reminiscene..&lt;br /&gt;one that only brings tears and pains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo &amp; behold thy lovy ones.&lt;br /&gt;Heed forth thy cry of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;bring forth the spur of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;feel fead thy love for you.&lt;br /&gt;yet another cry for a declaration.&lt;br /&gt;This is my love declaration for you.&lt;br /&gt;my stargirl, AISHITERU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me&lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know that makes me believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere - Michelle Branch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5856309786707312679?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/5856309786707312679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=5856309786707312679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5856309786707312679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5856309786707312679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/100th-post-14th-date-19days.html' title='100th post, 14th date, 19days'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-540715181373301753</id><published>2007-04-24T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:35:06.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fallen angel</title><content type='html'>clipped wings, chipped nails, broken bones, bleeding wounds.&lt;br /&gt;the angel has been shot down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;the torment of the physical hurts seem to be nothing compared to the breaking of the emotional self.&lt;br /&gt;the angel's hurt by his failure, hurt by the lost of love.&lt;br /&gt;the angel's now down on earth.&lt;br /&gt;lost all interest and hope, lost all motivation and life.&lt;br /&gt;this is the fallen angel now&lt;br /&gt;hatred and sorrow, bitter and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;the fallen angel now turns to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a glimpse of hope appeared,&lt;br /&gt;a light on earth brings him alive.&lt;br /&gt;a second chance to love again,&lt;br /&gt;a second life for the angel.&lt;br /&gt;now the angel stays on earth,&lt;br /&gt;with much to look forward to,&lt;br /&gt;the fallen angel's mortal.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;he's found more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u've brought light to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u've brought salvation to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u've brighten my dark world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u've send me much more than u expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im so in love now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;do u know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u've been more than anything else already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u've done much more than what it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u make my life lifted again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aishiteru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;our life's collided. our fate's interlinked. our love's magnificent. this is all that i've wished for. you gave them all to me. u know that? i love u so much more than i show. i wont fear heartache for i know heartaches not gonna happen. this is not sth to end, this is sth that starts. hope u see this. i wish to tell u so much. i wish to let u know so much. but let time slowly bring us along.. along this river of love.. my heart smiles sweetly thinking of u. im missing you so much now. do u? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to ryhme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-collide by howie day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-540715181373301753?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/540715181373301753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=540715181373301753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/540715181373301753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/540715181373301753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/fallen-angel.html' title='the fallen angel'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-4918162453201543665</id><published>2007-04-24T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:25:24.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-----</title><content type='html'>I would fly to the moon and back if&lt;br /&gt;Youll be&lt;br /&gt;If youll be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Got a ticket for a world where we&lt;br /&gt;Belong&lt;br /&gt;So would you be my baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to the moon &amp; back by savage garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i would fly to the moon and back,&lt;br /&gt;to bring you to the stars and see the angels above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored in school, finished work dead early. had a rough night. too many shits to take. too many regrets in life. too much to handle and take. too long have sufferrings been a fren of mine. taking a break seems to have been the wrong option. some things are better not to have stopped or rested. some things are jsut better to just bear and move on. guess im not as gd a fren as i thought i was. if you were reading now.. would u know how impt a fren u've been to me? the clique's in a mess, the game's been played far too quick. &lt;strong&gt;true friends are those who matters and comes when in need.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can i dare say i am if i havent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; guess it's just time that's left to judge. seems as in time has been much more a torture than restoration process. 5 years of friendship going 6. though many things happen between, we finally found friends that stays. a group of fun people, basketball days, jamming days, prata days, school days. those were the nolstagic times. a reminiscene of the past is always a bad thing for me now. it just proves my conclusion right. i dont want to be right anymore. someone prove me wrong please. the damnation of failing, the suffering of mishap. what more can be thrown into this pit that's about to break. the brim of eruption seems near. the drawing of the explosion is one not worth mentioning. take it or leave it? i choose to fight for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we've done more den enough to prove to urselves our friendship is strong. but the deadly times of conflicts and misunderstandings seem to shade what we once had. im sorry i disappointed u. again and again i know i have. im too ashamed to admit my fault. but to u.. it seems it's worth throwing it down. im sorry i didnt put enough effort. im sorry i didnt fulfil my words. im sorry i hurt u again and again. im sorry for being selfish. im sorry for all the harsh times we had. im sorry.u are still an impt fren to me. someone so dear and close. i wont choose to lose this no matter what. give time and past sake another chance will u? though love's knocking on me. friendship is what brings joy to me. i need thejoys we had. i need your friendship. im sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the ranting i had ytd, i thought of sth, is love selfish or selfless? a love to give is selfless. a love that's received is selfish. who agrees to this. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've been selfless. all you have been is selfish. who gives u a right to stab. i've done so much but u never appreciated them. i've held so dear to this r/s and never once blamed u for it. but u chose to end it this way. maybe i dont have to right to comment as well. i gave u shit too. but compare my 1! shit to ur ENDLESS shit u threw at me. mine i dare say is much simple. u r just a complicated past of heartaches and hypocritism. i'm sick of it. hate me if u must. u've failed. i've failed. this frienship is not even worth reconciliation. too many dark secrets we both share. i've done in your steed too many times, u never took note, u never appreciated, u never see. why? u chose to give the credits to someone else. u chose to overlook my presence. but im all over it now. i meant all i said. u still are an impt part of my life. but u chose to make it a black spot. the angels of colour here now turns red &amp; black. the colours of hell and satan just took him. an impt fren? u never did anything to keep this frenship. NEVER. dont blame me for this. u had perfection laid before you. u chose to dump it. call me hypocritcal. call me a bastard. name and label me anything. nth matters to u anyways. it never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im in school, missing you. guess the rain does affect my mood. hmm. o well. hope seeing u later lifts me up. im sure it will. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4918162453201543665?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4918162453201543665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4918162453201543665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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definitely not be mentioning love. it would only seem like i found the miracle that i've been hoping for so long. regardless of the troubles, hardship or any shit thats to come with it, it fine for you are the one i love now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret many things in my life,&lt;br /&gt;but i still wouldnt change anything if given a chance,&lt;br /&gt;because every regret and choices has been a step on this long journey&lt;br /&gt;that finally took me to you.&lt;br /&gt;that's the greatest work of fate and miracle that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the gift of heavens that's brought to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random thought:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discipline is the painful adversary to grow through troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;with dreams comes discipline that leads to success.&lt;br /&gt;it comes with great responsibilities and sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;but for the better of dreams and visions,&lt;br /&gt;any setbacks can be rebounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**let the peaceful stream of love continue flowing with the great future ahead.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-4181783393628160486?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/4181783393628160486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=4181783393628160486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4181783393628160486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/4181783393628160486'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;只要你的肩膀依然让我靠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a gift from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;someone that i'll cherish forever.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-1347880081967412133?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/1347880081967412133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=1347880081967412133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1347880081967412133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/1347880081967412133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-gift-from-heaven-someone-that.html' title='Smileys ((((((((((((:'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5918497070737972435</id><published>2007-04-23T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:50:50.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>What if i wrote your name in the sky? wind would blow it away.&lt;br /&gt;What if i wrote you name in the sea? waves will wash it away.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, i engraved your name and kept it in my heart. Nothing can take that away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i were a tear in your eyes? i would roll down to your lips.&lt;br /&gt;What if u were a tear in my eye? i would never cry for the fear of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a kiss is a raindrop, i will send showers to you&lt;br /&gt;if a hug is a second, i will send you eternity&lt;br /&gt;if a smile was water, im willing to use the sea for you&lt;br /&gt;but what if love was a person?&lt;br /&gt;i would send you me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if love is a disease? i think i will be so sick. for im so in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i die early? i would ask god to let me be your angel, so i can wrap my arms around you for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're asking if u hurt me, the answer is never!&lt;br /&gt;if you're asking how much i love you, the answer is forever!&lt;br /&gt;if you're asking if i want you, the answer if definitely!&lt;br /&gt;if you're asking what i value the most, the answer would be you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone were to ask me to measure my love to you, i would send him to the heavens and back down to hell, bring him around the globe a million times and finally shoot him to pluto and back to earth. for my love for you is that amazing that not a measurement on earth can be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if i said i miss you and love you so much... would u say it too? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**i will be the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;angel that will forever be by your side, to guide, to protect, to adore, to be eternally yours. i wish for so much to be done with you, i wish to say so much to you, but let time be witness to our love that will never be gone. this angel will stay here on earth, to be the living dream and fantasy, to let you dare to wish and hope, to let you not fear life or anything at all. for anything is possible, with love as deep as ours. let this angel stay in your heart, never let it go.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to my sweetest, dearest darling, vien. Aishiteru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5918497070737972435?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/5918497070737972435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=5918497070737972435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5918497070737972435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5918497070737972435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2440255553989972624</id><published>2007-04-23T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:13:19.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Shared Dreams</title><content type='html'>The grey began to fade,&lt;br /&gt;As the colours filled the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The chill began to warm,&lt;br /&gt;As the sun began to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lost girl found direction,&lt;br /&gt;As the eastern orb rose high,&lt;br /&gt;The dark sky turned to blue,&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars shining in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark turned to light,&lt;br /&gt;Grey turned to blue,&lt;br /&gt;Lost became found,&lt;br /&gt;That's when I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate becomes clear,&lt;br /&gt;Life burns like fire,&lt;br /&gt;With you and me together,&lt;br /&gt;That's where love be in favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this love blossom, let this love bloom,&lt;br /&gt;let this love take flight, towards a far long journey,&lt;br /&gt;a journey for a distant land, a journey to a special place,&lt;br /&gt;a place meant only for us, the place where stars shine bright,&lt;br /&gt;a place where love magnifests, the place we call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with chimneys of love flying out, with dogs running wild,&lt;br /&gt;so free in summer times, cuddled in winter nights,&lt;br /&gt;with mails from faraway friends, and a yard for breeding our own,&lt;br /&gt;with a house built by ourselves, where everything's to our wants,&lt;br /&gt;a place where all is possible, a place we can call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we shall stay, this is where this love will....&lt;br /&gt;forever be 52051814112.&lt;div 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Dreams'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-6001220803060078388</id><published>2007-04-23T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:55:15.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>So many ways to say, "I love you",&lt;br /&gt;never enough to say how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;never enough time to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things i wanna do with you,&lt;br /&gt;never had time stopped for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things i hope for us,&lt;br /&gt;never the time to past soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many, so much i wish for you,&lt;br /&gt;for now it's kept in me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again boring day of programming.&lt;br /&gt;Rain's coming,&lt;br /&gt;mood's turning,&lt;br /&gt;fantasizing,&lt;br /&gt;missing you here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-6001220803060078388?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/6001220803060078388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=6001220803060078388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6001220803060078388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/6001220803060078388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-477696155268757861</id><published>2007-04-23T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:04:56.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undefined</title><content type='html'>Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's unexpectancy is as vast of possibilities as the sky and sea combined.&lt;br /&gt;You never know what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, is predictions and thinking of what's to expect a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;maybe not too much but.. isnt it always good to be prepared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, life's only constant is changes. I just have to see how it comes and wish for the best?&lt;br /&gt;What's to come will come as naturally,&lt;br /&gt;what's to receive and happen will come as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;But its the healing process and restoration that matters.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the best.&lt;br /&gt;the stars above, with the girl in my arms. My stargirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-477696155268757861?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/477696155268757861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=477696155268757861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/477696155268757861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/477696155268757861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/undefined.html' title='Undefined'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-2110024326558357271</id><published>2007-04-23T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:27:57.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous last words - MCR</title><content type='html'>Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;That I can't make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;But where's your heart?&lt;br /&gt;But where's your heart?&lt;br /&gt;But where's your,&lt;br /&gt;And I know.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can say.&lt;br /&gt;To change that part.&lt;br /&gt;To change that part.&lt;br /&gt;To change.&lt;br /&gt;So many, Bright lights they cast a shadow,&lt;br /&gt;But can I speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well is it hard understanding,&lt;br /&gt;I'm incomplete?&lt;br /&gt;A life that's so demanding,&lt;br /&gt;I get so weak.&lt;br /&gt;A love that's so demanding,&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living,&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone&lt;br /&gt;Honey if you stay I'll be forgiven,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are shining bright,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm out here, on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;Of a jet black hotel mirror,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so weak.&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;A love that's so demanding,&lt;br /&gt;I get weak.&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living,&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey if you stay I'll be forgiven,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home.&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living,&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone&lt;br /&gt;Honey if you stay I'll be forgiven,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bright lights have always blinded me.&lt;br /&gt;These bright lights have always blinded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elusive deceptions blinds me.&lt;br /&gt;a skeptic view causes the atheist in me to overrun.&lt;br /&gt;a dire consequence unneeded nor necessary.&lt;br /&gt;the lingering dreams and hope of visions of future is the solitude path ahead.&lt;br /&gt;lonely is this dying road of hardships.&lt;br /&gt;infinite possibilities of truth and lies.&lt;br /&gt;the cynical self overtakes and pessimism becomes clear.&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic to the times of innocence and simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;now lost with devious pseudoism.&lt;br /&gt;a fogged road of much to confess.&lt;br /&gt;too much for a mind to bear.&lt;br /&gt;finally oblivious to the insights required.&lt;br /&gt;i wish only for thoughts of the best.&lt;br /&gt;you simplify and clear my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a mindful of hideous obstructions to the deep thoughts of Franck Muller, master of complications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-2110024326558357271?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/2110024326558357271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=2110024326558357271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2110024326558357271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/2110024326558357271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/famous-last-words-mcr.html' title='Famous last words - MCR'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-3882123261449066083</id><published>2007-04-22T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:48:00.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>The wild mind races,&lt;br /&gt;the raging heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am franck muller, the master of complications&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-3882123261449066083?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/3882123261449066083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=3882123261449066083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3882123261449066083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/3882123261449066083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816108.post-5458404135800685964</id><published>2007-04-22T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:46:44.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree of knowledge</title><content type='html'>The tree of knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;so tall and big,&lt;br /&gt;so strong and firm.&lt;br /&gt;It brings shade to the warm bitter weather,&lt;br /&gt;it brings shade to the cold winter nights,&lt;br /&gt;it keeps you safe from the rain and lightning,&lt;br /&gt;it keeps you safe from the torturing cold winds,&lt;br /&gt;it feeds you with it's fruits of knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;it feeds you with it's sap of sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;it stays and keeps your company,&lt;br /&gt;it stays and be your support.&lt;br /&gt;I am the tree of knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;the tree that's strong and firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not the differences be the point but accept them as the start.&lt;br /&gt;No problem is a problem with a heart to start.&lt;br /&gt;patience may be a virtue, but the act of opportunity is wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;To learn to be satisfied with what is given is a wisdom of content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied. I'm content, I'm everything that's needed. are you? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816108-5458404135800685964?l=killo-centric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/feeds/5458404135800685964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816108&amp;postID=5458404135800685964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5458404135800685964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816108/posts/default/5458404135800685964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killo-centric.blogspot.com/2007/04/tree-of-knowledge.html' title='Tree of knowledge'/><author><name>_Ki||o_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165640822694925354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
