<?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-5644398090080931106</id><updated>2012-02-13T00:56:47.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White.</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog has its rightful owner, plagiarism is not a good option. It is for readers and influences only.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-1129241822815473238</id><published>2012-01-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:57:00.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standin' still.</title><content type='html'>Hey there. Yes you! I am standin' here. I won't run anywhere. The girl who like to smell, I will be waitin for you. I love you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1129241822815473238?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1129241822815473238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2012/01/standin-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1129241822815473238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1129241822815473238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2012/01/standin-still.html' title='Standin&apos; still.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-9028106822788894528</id><published>2012-01-02T04:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:45:18.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity.</title><content type='html'>I always had a weird fascination for masks,&lt;br /&gt;The kind that is made of skin.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure you have no idea,&lt;br /&gt;Images that are lurkin' within.&lt;br /&gt;You know you put on that fake smile,&lt;br /&gt;And thinks everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Not wantin' to worry.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside you are dying.&lt;br /&gt;Are humans that fake?&lt;br /&gt;Made up of burnt plastic face.&lt;br /&gt;No one could understand our motive,&lt;br /&gt;Then again that's what we believed.&lt;br /&gt;Think of it as a disease,&lt;br /&gt;That will never leave.&lt;br /&gt;Or like the flower that withers.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine black particles swallowin' your face,&lt;br /&gt;What remains  is half of your skin.&lt;br /&gt;You quickly try pull it off,&lt;br /&gt;But the harder you go,&lt;br /&gt;The more it sticks to your bone.&lt;br /&gt;So you took one last glance at your portrait,&lt;br /&gt;alas the mona lisa is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Scream all you want,&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;Your time is up, the light is dead.&lt;br /&gt;The demon has consumed you,&lt;br /&gt;Even your soul has ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Can your family love you again,&lt;br /&gt;Could they understand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not agian.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to judge,&lt;br /&gt;I am fuckin' my life away.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe gagfagadvdxft%$#@Q!akjahfkhbakjhahgl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE UP&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs42/i/2009/166/c/b/death_mask_by_Nacho_Nietzsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 245px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs42/i/2009/166/c/b/death_mask_by_Nacho_Nietzsche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can you hear my laughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-9028106822788894528?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9028106822788894528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2012/01/unfinished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9028106822788894528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9028106822788894528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2012/01/unfinished.html' title='insanity.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-3507994290515693701</id><published>2011-12-18T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:57:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless lyrics.</title><content type='html'>It's the startin of a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again,&lt;br /&gt;Where you wanted me.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Making me all so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathin hard to feel,&lt;br /&gt;Lookin at her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Understandin those fear,&lt;br /&gt;Underneath those tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you say if it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;To come with me,&lt;br /&gt;And live every second of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Or will the feeling just fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here I am now,&lt;br /&gt;Where you wanted me.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Making me all so crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3507994290515693701?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3507994290515693701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/12/meaningless-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3507994290515693701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3507994290515693701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/12/meaningless-lyrics.html' title='Meaningless lyrics.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-165629188459187278</id><published>2011-10-27T04:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T05:02:29.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red eyes, black disfigured face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty inside with no soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torn apart like the angel's halo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darkness consumes him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evil lurks within him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the wicked crow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That fool is no where near low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lookin' into the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does he see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A broken image, can it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is the devil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monstrous as he will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he cut himself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black blood flow into the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture this in your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A scarred face and a broken eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He can stare into your soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And know every rhythm and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite that, look at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is just a plain old tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a normal guy with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screamin' from his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay away from him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As far as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be afraid of him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all, that fellow is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;He is watching your every movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-165629188459187278?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/165629188459187278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/red-eyes-black-disfigured-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/165629188459187278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/165629188459187278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/red-eyes-black-disfigured-face.html' title='Red eyes, black disfigured face.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6949921447881076516</id><published>2011-10-15T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:12:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X1-uNtQ2p4E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6949921447881076516?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6949921447881076516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/httpyoutu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6949921447881076516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6949921447881076516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/httpyoutu.html' title=''/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X1-uNtQ2p4E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-2950259304992593014</id><published>2011-10-15T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:58:10.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cryin' kids, Weepin' widow, Dyin' world.</title><content type='html'>'The depression isn't to cry because your mother beat﻿ you or didn't  leave you to go to a party, is to be in disagreement and nonconformist  for what surrounds you, violence, evilness, ignorance, injustice. It is  to see the world in obscurity and agony. Not to be able to support so  many misery."  - Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2950259304992593014?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2950259304992593014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/cryin-kids-weepin-widow-dyin-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2950259304992593014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2950259304992593014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/cryin-kids-weepin-widow-dyin-world.html' title='Cryin&apos; kids, Weepin&apos; widow, Dyin&apos; world.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6057519444934993447</id><published>2011-10-06T08:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:57:55.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time bomb.</title><content type='html'>Walking through this valley of death,&lt;br /&gt;I see spirits that are upset.&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me and begging me.&lt;br /&gt;To let them be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should a man keep his emotions in a bottle?&lt;br /&gt;Should his sanity be shown on the cover?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he is on the brink of losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch yourselves fool,&lt;br /&gt;There may lies a bomb in you.&lt;br /&gt;One wrong move,&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6057519444934993447?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6057519444934993447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-bomb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6057519444934993447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6057519444934993447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-bomb.html' title='Time bomb.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-7155222198437814048</id><published>2011-09-04T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:42:26.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eiv0D-vD28U?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry, for the world.. around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-7155222198437814048?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7155222198437814048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7155222198437814048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7155222198437814048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eiv0D-vD28U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-9201301951082439133</id><published>2011-07-26T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T02:58:41.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No fuckin' way.</title><content type='html'>You meet, then you know then you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one can know, understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop trying I say.  Till you can understand every little bit of emotions and words in this shithole, you can't say you understand me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-9201301951082439133?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9201301951082439133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-fuckin-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9201301951082439133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9201301951082439133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-fuckin-way.html' title='No fuckin&apos; way.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-5031777814639685368</id><published>2011-07-06T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:48:03.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in this charades.</title><content type='html'>This life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a losing battle.&lt;br /&gt;The world is in someone else's control.&lt;br /&gt;We are mere puppets to their game.&lt;br /&gt;We can cry about it but at the end of the day, we got to follow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck society.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ought to be destroy.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't creating a world of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's harvesting a world of hate, greed and destruction.&lt;br /&gt;People killing each other for survival.&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education, the government, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just getting fucked by them at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;They want more themselves and less for us.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, we slowly conform to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid? Or mere ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5031777814639685368?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5031777814639685368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/07/caught-in-this-charades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5031777814639685368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5031777814639685368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/07/caught-in-this-charades.html' title='Caught in this charades.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-7602492768615409171</id><published>2011-06-27T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:31:06.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar feeling.</title><content type='html'>When he was a kid, he kept trying to reach out to people. Making them understand and feel his existence. A little boy wanting to make everyone around him proud of him. Adding meaning to his life. Being what they called 'accepted'. He did things just to get noticed. In front of his parents, family and friends. But we all know people tend to judge and compare. And only the best stand out. So in a way, he failed to meet expectation. In the end, he failed to be acknowledge for his existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time pass, he got used to this loneliness. Surviving this harsh life alone. Pretending to be friends with people who he don't really care or able to relate to. Then things get a little a bit interesting. He got to know someone who made him feel like he wasn't alone, who was able to make he feel accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, life isn't like a fairy tale. There is no such thing as a 'happily ever after' in this world. Of course it wasn't all bad. It was more than great actually. But now, life has somehow made a great turn. That person that cares for me the most is not gone, perhaps hate. I don't know. And you could say he's all alone once again. Stretching my hand out, trying to reach for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, loneliness was nothing to him. He lost that feeling but somehow here He is all alone again. But it seems it was following me around. Oh hi ghost, looks like you were here all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he may, have a wish. His wish will still be the same for the last 1 year. That will be him not losing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny really. God gives him stuff then taking it all away. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so sad. Welcome back, familiar feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-7602492768615409171?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7602492768615409171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/06/familiar-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7602492768615409171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7602492768615409171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/06/familiar-feeling.html' title='Familiar feeling.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2301553107868647222</id><published>2011-06-21T07:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:57:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck 'The Dream.'</title><content type='html'>Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever  lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an  entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white  collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we  hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of  history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great  Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is  our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day  we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't.  And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2301553107868647222?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2301553107868647222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2301553107868647222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2301553107868647222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-dream.html' title='Fuck &apos;The Dream.&apos;'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-3542440856056258954</id><published>2011-06-10T08:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:17:12.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquil dream vs turbulent reality</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes, listen to the surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You are right where you started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on a beach,&lt;br /&gt;With the breeze blowing your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel your hair gently slapping your face?&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of no where,&lt;br /&gt;Only the sea around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, that sense of calmness in your soul,&lt;br /&gt;where nothing could take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly reality hits in,&lt;br /&gt;It's a chaotic world out there.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but blood, hunger and suffering around.&lt;br /&gt;The world is crying, People are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on your own,&lt;br /&gt;No one will cry for you,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you die.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much good you do,&lt;br /&gt;The world is still broken and shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Even saints are sinners,&lt;br /&gt;Even good can turn evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, welcome to earth, The new hell.&lt;br /&gt;Satan is winning this war.&lt;br /&gt;Only a matter of time,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wish for is a peaceful heart, soul and mind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3542440856056258954?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3542440856056258954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/06/tranquil-dream-vs-turbulent-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3542440856056258954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3542440856056258954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/06/tranquil-dream-vs-turbulent-reality.html' title='Tranquil dream vs turbulent reality'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-801851213885503668</id><published>2011-05-30T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:30:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That feeling of love for the first time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="46"&gt;O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="47"&gt;It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="48"&gt;Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="49"&gt;Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="50"&gt;So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="51"&gt;As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="52"&gt;The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="53"&gt;And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="54"&gt;Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="55"&gt;For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-801851213885503668?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/801851213885503668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-feeling-of-love-for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/801851213885503668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/801851213885503668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-feeling-of-love-for-first-time.html' title='That feeling of love for the first time.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-7403572541646045794</id><published>2011-05-30T03:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T03:50:58.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken mirror.</title><content type='html'>I will find a way. To get back my trust in you. Some how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-7403572541646045794?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7403572541646045794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7403572541646045794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7403572541646045794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-mirror.html' title='Broken mirror.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-970433207380481723</id><published>2011-05-18T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:31:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See la rice.</title><content type='html'>Stupid girl. Only girl that made him cry.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl. Only girl that made him care so much about.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl. You really meant the world to him.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl. He is gonna break down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Oh, it's tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-970433207380481723?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/970433207380481723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/cause-little-angels-races-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/970433207380481723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/970433207380481723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/cause-little-angels-races-into.html' title='See la rice.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6973276465400590179</id><published>2011-05-17T04:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:25:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have had enough.</title><content type='html'>TIME FOR DISCONNECTION FROM THE WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6973276465400590179?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6973276465400590179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/statistics-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6973276465400590179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6973276465400590179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/statistics-report.html' title='I have had enough.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8290238629412735037</id><published>2011-05-16T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:17:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end. Period. Full fucking stop.</title><content type='html'>This is it. I am so fuckin' pissed off with people sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I think you better give up, you can't make it.'&lt;br /&gt;'I think it is not right for you, You are just wasting your money and time'&lt;br /&gt;'I am telling you, from my experience, you will surely fail'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News fucking flash:&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna take shit into my own hands now. Enough with all the bullshit. Enough with letting time deciding my worth. I am gonna mother fucking prove my own fucking worth. And at the end if I do sucess, I only got one thing to say to you 'non believers' : Fuck you guys and have a nice fucking day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8290238629412735037?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8290238629412735037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-period-full-fucking-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8290238629412735037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8290238629412735037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-period-full-fucking-stop.html' title='The end. Period. Full fucking stop.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-546710760271618480</id><published>2011-05-11T05:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T05:58:44.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt and shame.</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-546710760271618480?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/546710760271618480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/guilt-and-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/546710760271618480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/546710760271618480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/guilt-and-shame.html' title='Guilt and shame.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2491167821175553233</id><published>2011-05-08T03:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T03:47:31.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness in the heart.</title><content type='html'>It's funny people think he is a funny and happy-go-lucky guy. Not knowing what actually goes through his mind. Not knowing what has he gone through. If their problems were a room of darkness, I guess he had a void of darkness that was created in a shape of a bloody castle. They thought he was simple, they thought he do not have matters that hurt or anger him. What they do not know is, he is damaged, he is torn. And the only reason why he do not share is, he felt that no one will truly be able to understand him. He rather walk alone than to try explaining and feel that people can actually understand that 'demonic feelings'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just gave up trying to explain to the world.&lt;br /&gt;I just stop trying..&lt;br /&gt;I will just simply disappear when things get really messy.&lt;br /&gt;And smile like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'm really good at pretending.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2491167821175553233?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2491167821175553233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/darkness-in-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2491167821175553233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2491167821175553233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/darkness-in-heart.html' title='Darkness in the heart.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-363184379189155514</id><published>2011-05-06T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:19:27.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h76bnOdRFD0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let me be,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll pretend I'm well.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're blind to see,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm too tired to tell.&lt;br /&gt;And in your apathy,&lt;br /&gt;your head begins to swell.&lt;br /&gt;Another tragedy,&lt;br /&gt;but you're too cold to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-363184379189155514?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/363184379189155514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/plastic-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/363184379189155514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/363184379189155514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/plastic-man.html' title='Plastic man.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h76bnOdRFD0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-8169751253023625350</id><published>2011-04-27T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:54:12.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content"&gt;          &lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr"&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Yes I am alone but then again I always was&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As far back as I can tell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think maybe it's because&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because you were never really real to begin with&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just made﻿ you up to hurt myself&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8169751253023625350?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8169751253023625350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-are-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8169751253023625350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8169751253023625350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-are-you-again.html' title='Who are you again?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2392965984147739243</id><published>2011-04-22T04:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T05:51:05.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Little angel that I know,&lt;br /&gt;Everything around you might seen so dull.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world goes crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Kindness will get your through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if no one believes in you.&lt;br /&gt;My lady, I will hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Ensuring you that you're not walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an awesome friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2392965984147739243?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2392965984147739243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/friendship.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2392965984147739243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2392965984147739243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-5811972305392005378</id><published>2011-04-15T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T04:06:31.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple little wish.</title><content type='html'>All he ever wanted to do was spend a little time with you.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, beautiful. Hey, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're worth more to him than all the money you spend.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, beautiful. Hey, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5811972305392005378?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5811972305392005378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/simple-little-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5811972305392005378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5811972305392005378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/simple-little-wish.html' title='Simple little wish.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-7694332029980703017</id><published>2011-04-04T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:55:52.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because life is like a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ERbvKrH-GC4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you got to get lost some times to see where you wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;After all life is a journey.&lt;br /&gt;There is a finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;That is death.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, that is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;But wait.&lt;br /&gt;It is not the end that matter.&lt;br /&gt;I will say it is the process in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Learn things on the way,&lt;br /&gt;Discover who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Figure yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;And then, only then.&lt;br /&gt;You will learn to love everything around.&lt;br /&gt;After all, once you lost it all.&lt;br /&gt;That is when you realize life is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-7694332029980703017?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7694332029980703017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-life-is-like-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7694332029980703017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7694332029980703017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-life-is-like-song.html' title='Because life is like a song'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ERbvKrH-GC4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-6802684266011477284</id><published>2011-03-27T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:07:23.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind please.</title><content type='html'>Blue, the colour is blue.&lt;br /&gt;Like the sky that is so broad in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do.&lt;br /&gt;Just stare at the birds that fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at this hour glass.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sands fall down.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing time is ticking away.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so crappy within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I run.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be hidden in the lines.&lt;br /&gt;Paint the mask blue,&lt;br /&gt;Even the ghost can't fool you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a dead cat lying on the road,&lt;br /&gt;Found by the owner that is broken and torn.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I run.&lt;br /&gt;From misery that is made from throwing it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand there in the rain like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that aren't great.&lt;br /&gt;Lying to myself and painting a portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the time now.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like dawn, maybe noon.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's dusk.&lt;br /&gt;When everything disappear into dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be saved.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Please help me.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have to sell my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6802684266011477284?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6802684266011477284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/03/rewind-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6802684266011477284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6802684266011477284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/03/rewind-please.html' title='Rewind please.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1393938300449935446</id><published>2011-03-26T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:21:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell your soul, to get rid of the pain.</title><content type='html'>He who makes a beast of himself, get rids of the pain of being a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1393938300449935446?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1393938300449935446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/03/sell-your-soul-to-get-rid-of-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1393938300449935446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1393938300449935446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/03/sell-your-soul-to-get-rid-of-pain.html' title='Sell your soul, to get rid of the pain.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-505544423155688638</id><published>2011-03-21T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:02:05.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you truly understand your objective?</title><content type='html'>This warrior fights his way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;He kills every one, any one that was in his way.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly there was a pile of dead bodies.&lt;br /&gt;The whole land was covered with the blood of the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbed up to the top of the bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Placed his sword into the pile at the peak.&lt;br /&gt;Then looking down from the summit.&lt;br /&gt;Questioning himself: 'What was the point of all these bloodshed? Why does it feels like I've gain nothing in this battle.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-505544423155688638?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/505544423155688638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-your-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/505544423155688638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/505544423155688638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-your-mission.html' title='Do you truly understand your objective?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-9153392653963664451</id><published>2011-03-01T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T01:37:18.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to die?</title><content type='html'>Wondering how it will be,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing yourself in another being.&lt;br /&gt;Will you look fine,&lt;br /&gt;Or really messed up behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have many desires in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Not many are achieved,&lt;br /&gt;Mostly held on even till we died.&lt;br /&gt;This truth saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will you seek out the path to your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of locking yourself up in reality.&lt;br /&gt;You might look like a fool to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside you know you are gonna rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this horrible feeling in me.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the cry of pity.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the seek of being free.&lt;br /&gt;Will I know the answer if you let me be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that disagreement,&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts still beat.&lt;br /&gt;When it is my turn,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so hollow, dark and cold in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If earth was not meant to be enjoyed,&lt;br /&gt;I really question anyone who survives.&lt;br /&gt;How can you live on tonight,&lt;br /&gt;When all I feel is something rotten inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-9153392653963664451?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9153392653963664451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/03/ready-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9153392653963664451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9153392653963664451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/03/ready-to-die.html' title='Ready to die?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8067524609520339909</id><published>2011-02-14T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T04:01:36.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm afraid. Very. Of myself.</title><content type='html'>I walk strong, I walk tall.&lt;br /&gt;Like a normal person during the day.&lt;br /&gt;Saying problems like everyone have.&lt;br /&gt;Every misery every man faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not know what goes on,&lt;br /&gt;In this mind when it's in silence.&lt;br /&gt;Such foul murderous thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Filled up this head of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of questions fills,&lt;br /&gt;Up like water in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will see,&lt;br /&gt;The answers across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need help.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need friends.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I just need answers to this insane questions.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there,&lt;br /&gt;Who can understand here.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the misery that I feel.&lt;br /&gt;And tell me it's fine and have a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those faces I see,&lt;br /&gt;Not as beautiful as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;But even if you asked, I will deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Am I going slowly insane?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8067524609520339909?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8067524609520339909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-afraid-very-of-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8067524609520339909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8067524609520339909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-afraid-very-of-myself.html' title='I&apos;m afraid. Very. Of myself.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-3717501188469315644</id><published>2011-02-10T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:50:28.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick (literally)</title><content type='html'>Slowly my vision is blurring,&lt;br /&gt;My whole body falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my body,&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired, so sick.&lt;br /&gt;Sweating profusely.&lt;br /&gt;Heavy arms.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I typing all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3717501188469315644?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3717501188469315644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick-literally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3717501188469315644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3717501188469315644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick-literally.html' title='Sick (literally)'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8005651523802945836</id><published>2011-01-30T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T04:44:13.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo + Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="35"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="38"&gt;Oh you. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny the feelings you have.&lt;br /&gt;After all, your love is still intact.&lt;br /&gt;Sworn my love and wants you back.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll no longer be a freak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="35"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8005651523802945836?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8005651523802945836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/romeo-juliet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8005651523802945836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8005651523802945836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/romeo-juliet.html' title='Romeo + Juliet'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2020497747852457513</id><published>2011-01-23T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:16:17.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I am feeling.</title><content type='html'>KLJKBHAKGHJAKJHGKAJHJGGKJBNKJ.ANGAGALJFKKJANJLHNFUCKINGHELLVBKAJKAHGFLKAHGKAHGKJHAHGAKJHGKAHJGKAJHGKAHKJGHAKGJHAKJHKGHAKJHGKJHAUHGKAUEHGTKUAHUAHGHKUAHSGJAKSJHFAKJHGKJHAKSJHGKAJHSERIOUSLYFUCKEDUPUGGHHHHHHHAGLJONHGKAJHGKLAHGKAHKGJAHKJABVKJANKVJNAKJNBVAHBFGVKABKGABMOTHERFUCKERJNHAKGJAKJHGKAGKAKJHKKNN;LJNSGJAGJALFUCKTHEWORLDFUCKEVERYTHINGAKJBFGFKAJBHGKLAHGKLAHFGLKHALKHGKAJGHLAJHGKJAKJGBAKJBGKJABGKAJBGKJAKJNAKGJNAKJNGKJANGKJANGKJBAKXJVBNKZJN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2020497747852457513?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2020497747852457513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-what-i-am-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2020497747852457513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2020497747852457513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-what-i-am-feeling.html' title='This is what I am feeling.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-5802875479564536557</id><published>2011-01-19T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:36:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that glitter isn't gold.</title><content type='html'>'Can you shut the fuck up?', he screamed. He stood up and looked around him and saw nothing but himself in the dimmed park. He sat back down on the bench and cried. He thought to himself, 'Why am I so lonely? Why isn't any one there?'. This million of thoughts filled up his head like the stilled air around him. These demeaning thoughts are killing him, he was going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He ran hard and fast out of where he was. He ran like he was running for his life but not knowing who he was running from. He was afraid. He was terrified. He saw dark figures standing on the trees, pointing at him, laughing at him. They exclaimed, 'You are useless! You are worthless. Run all you want, nothing can save you!' He wanted to give up, he wanted to stop. He couldn't take the world any more. But he knew he couldn't do that, he hoped for someone to be there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he ran even harder, hopping to see a light at the end of the road. Alas! He saw a light, a bright strong light. He was glad, he was so damn happy that he started tear-ing. Those tears of joy, so glad, so relived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped and looked at the light. He yelled, 'Thank you! Thank you for letting me see the light!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he knee-ed on the floor... And got hit by a car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran onto the road and got killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5802875479564536557?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5802875479564536557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-that-glitter-isnt-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5802875479564536557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5802875479564536557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-that-glitter-isnt-gold.html' title='All that glitter isn&apos;t gold.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-506953920055836539</id><published>2011-01-13T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:48:50.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a family?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSjIz8oQuko?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSjIz8oQuko?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it please?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you fix it, once it is broken it always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-506953920055836539?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/506953920055836539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/506953920055836539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/506953920055836539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-family.html' title='What is a family?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4098950060949895501</id><published>2011-01-02T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:21:59.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Sick and tired,&lt;br /&gt;Broken and shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Dreading every single little things,&lt;br /&gt;That nothing good comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just live in a shell,&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm protected from heaven or hell.&lt;br /&gt;This life so tough,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I refused to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I just count down my days,&lt;br /&gt;Till there is none left.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the middle of boredom,&lt;br /&gt;I might get out of this torn act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meanwhile just let me be,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I might find who I wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;In the long or short run,&lt;br /&gt;I could live or destroy myself till there is none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4098950060949895501?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4098950060949895501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4098950060949895501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4098950060949895501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1002587760579203811</id><published>2010-12-24T03:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T03:49:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit ass feeling.</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling you get when you are looking forward to something but when you are nearing to it, you somehow dread it. Well, that's what I'm feeling now. Dayum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1002587760579203811?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1002587760579203811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/12/shit-ass-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1002587760579203811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1002587760579203811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/12/shit-ass-feeling.html' title='Shit ass feeling.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-387645295947361634</id><published>2010-11-29T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:44:26.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TPPJOub3UxI/AAAAAAAAADA/26tJSnOszn4/s1600/Liar__s_Dice__by_DarknessangelX.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TPPJOub3UxI/AAAAAAAAADA/26tJSnOszn4/s400/Liar__s_Dice__by_DarknessangelX.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544996821043467026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;http://darknessangelx.deviantart.com/art/Liar-s-Dice-117471089?q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+dice&amp;amp;qo=37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because life is a mother fucking gamble. Are the odds favouring you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-387645295947361634?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/387645295947361634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/387645295947361634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/387645295947361634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/luck.html' title='Luck?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TPPJOub3UxI/AAAAAAAAADA/26tJSnOszn4/s72-c/Liar__s_Dice__by_DarknessangelX.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-412401866995569265</id><published>2010-11-14T06:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:16:38.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Violin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EQ6eHeBrhM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EQ6eHeBrhM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Makes you feel sad and lonely, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-412401866995569265?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/412401866995569265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-violin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/412401866995569265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/412401866995569265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-violin.html' title='Sad Violin.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-9072770196562116643</id><published>2010-11-10T04:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T04:29:02.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White flag.</title><content type='html'>It's tiresome to keep grudges. So whatever the reason or cause, I'm gonna crease the firing and apologise. I don't need your forgiveness. So, Sorry to anyone I've offended* in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unless you're a certain idiotic dnt teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-9072770196562116643?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9072770196562116643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/white-flag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9072770196562116643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9072770196562116643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/white-flag.html' title='White flag.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4339752871231488047</id><published>2010-11-02T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:04:32.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poet</title><content type='html'>A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men: the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed—and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and, if demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-French poet Arthur Rimbaud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I really love the definition he gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4339752871231488047?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4339752871231488047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/poet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4339752871231488047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4339752871231488047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/poet.html' title='Poet'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-3464017355452067684</id><published>2010-11-02T04:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T04:45:21.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why,</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RtHCAJkMF4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RtHCAJkMF4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3464017355452067684?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3464017355452067684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3464017355452067684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3464017355452067684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe.html' title='Why,'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-5167528416708187037</id><published>2010-10-28T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:19:14.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?!</title><content type='html'>Whoa. Music is getting worse. Classic hits are dying, annoying modern pop/techno hits are getting famous. Whatever happened to great hits from the 80s and 90s? Too many gimmicks like 'hot' plastic guys and girls. I so cannot imagine what kind of  music there will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5167528416708187037?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5167528416708187037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5167528416708187037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5167528416708187037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?!'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-3198879187412014258</id><published>2010-10-24T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T02:45:25.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind played like a puppet.</title><content type='html'>The fear of putting everything into them,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly in the air it burnt.&lt;br /&gt;Like a fire on a match,&lt;br /&gt;That thin line of smoke flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop making this a habit,&lt;br /&gt;If not it could be too late.&lt;br /&gt;Being stuck in a crossroad,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is clouded by their images.&lt;br /&gt;Like a slow motion film playing backwards,&lt;br /&gt;Unable to comprehend those words from their lips.&lt;br /&gt;When this dream is over, their faces &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;disintegrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3198879187412014258?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3198879187412014258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/mind-played-like-puppet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3198879187412014258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3198879187412014258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/mind-played-like-puppet.html' title='Mind played like a puppet.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-5713853433285263847</id><published>2010-10-20T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:05:09.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so lonely.</title><content type='html'>You scream into the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someone will hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but your echo returned.&lt;br /&gt;You feel alone, you feel annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay up late at night,&lt;br /&gt;You stare at the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you won't feel so hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But your mind won't let you rest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You seem to lose all the meaning of life,&lt;br /&gt;Fun doesn't seem to make sense anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing your life could just end.&lt;br /&gt;What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Like your soul just bled.&lt;br /&gt;Happier alone but misery filled the bone.&lt;br /&gt;If you had everything, will you be happy or just plain shitty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5713853433285263847?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5713853433285263847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-so-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5713853433285263847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5713853433285263847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-so-lonely.html' title='Oh so lonely.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2059558457970863216</id><published>2010-10-07T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:36:36.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless or useful?</title><content type='html'>Ever had the feeling you are useless? Feeling like nothing goes your way. You're not good at studies, not good at sports. Feels as if you are walking down the wrong path. You tried to do different things to make yourself feel better but always end up as an 'momentary high'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when the time is right, you'll find what you're good at. Thus, making you question when will the right tome come? Will you discover it even before you die? Will you live to tell the tale? Or will you destroy yourself on the route of success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2059558457970863216?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2059558457970863216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/ever-had-feeling-you-are-useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2059558457970863216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2059558457970863216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/ever-had-feeling-you-are-useless.html' title='Useless or useful?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1492091117544313850</id><published>2010-10-06T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:52:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain old loser.</title><content type='html'>So here I stand between this cross road once again,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a sign to appear,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't lose anything dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all hear the same old story,&lt;br /&gt;But with different character.&lt;br /&gt;It might be hard for you to comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;Not so much for the guy who seen pretty much many damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the fatigue of lost,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you to find momentary escapes.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, It's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;They won't last throughout game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in time,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever rightfully mine,&lt;br /&gt;I will somehow find.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile living in this confused state, kills my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me angels,&lt;br /&gt;Why are you hurting me so.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a form of pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;or safety measure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it just feel so sinful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1492091117544313850?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1492091117544313850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/plain-old-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1492091117544313850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1492091117544313850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/10/plain-old-loser.html' title='Plain old loser.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-9039331979121408232</id><published>2010-09-21T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:51:35.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Irony</title><content type='html'>You feel so alone yet you're pushing everyone away from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-9039331979121408232?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9039331979121408232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/quick-irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9039331979121408232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9039331979121408232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/quick-irony.html' title='Quick Irony'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8227041095833682502</id><published>2010-09-20T04:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T04:37:37.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amis; Amici; φίλοι; Freunde</title><content type='html'>Phrases of life, they come and go. Leaving footprints on your hearts? Bullshit, nothing but stains and strains left on my mind. We laugh, we smile, we had fun but once the sun sets, you are all alone. Perhaps this is life. Walking by yourself on this face of earth isn't a talent but a skill you obtain while you get through shit by yourself. We got our own goals, our own destinies to go forward to. But heck, doesn't mean we should sod off everyone who were part of your life. Let's get used to it. We're on our own since we first cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I guess I'm just tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8227041095833682502?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8227041095833682502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/amis-amici-freunde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8227041095833682502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8227041095833682502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/amis-amici-freunde.html' title='Amis; Amici; φίλοι; Freunde'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1989683918485769126</id><published>2010-09-19T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:00:59.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'It wasn't that I hated human beings, when I was with other people, I felt warm and fuzzy at times. And I wasn't pessimistic. I tried to find fun in whatever I do. But something in this world just didn't feel right. Do you know what I mean? Doesn't it make you feel sick?' - quoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1989683918485769126?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1989683918485769126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/sick-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1989683918485769126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1989683918485769126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/sick-world.html' title='Sick world.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2270787629990965083</id><published>2010-09-13T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:10:27.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisble masks.</title><content type='html'>Not all bad people are bad,&lt;br /&gt;Not all good people are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause under the mask is what really seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;Hideous or beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;So question yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which mask are we hiding under?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2270787629990965083?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2270787629990965083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/invisble-masks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2270787629990965083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2270787629990965083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/invisble-masks.html' title='Invisble masks.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6739776973237328283</id><published>2010-09-09T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T04:38:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>So you see, this world doesn't matter to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up all I had just to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;The same air as you till the day that I die,&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6739776973237328283?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6739776973237328283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6739776973237328283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6739776973237328283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-605084310984973164</id><published>2010-09-08T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T04:03:17.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavane for Dead Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKkeDqJBlK8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKkeDqJBlK8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Peaceful and soothing piece to listen at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Simply beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-605084310984973164?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/605084310984973164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/pavane-for-dead-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/605084310984973164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/605084310984973164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/pavane-for-dead-princess.html' title='Pavane for Dead Princess'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6501439140414428197</id><published>2010-09-07T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T03:59:18.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will slice your throat into 3 if I have to.</title><content type='html'>Firetruck you and all those mother firetruck-ing butthole making videos of animal cruelty. Seriously, it is not firetruck-ing cool. You guys are seriously messed up. Go jump off a cliff or something if you are seeking for a thrill. Pure disgust to humanity. Go firetruck yourself, I will kill you with my bare hands if I ever see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Damn pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edited so it will be more pleasing to the eye. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6501439140414428197?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6501439140414428197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-will-slice-your-throat-into-3-if-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6501439140414428197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6501439140414428197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-will-slice-your-throat-into-3-if-i.html' title='I will slice your throat into 3 if I have to.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-561567542579062</id><published>2010-08-27T01:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:57:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red eyes.</title><content type='html'>This soul was running aimlessly,&lt;br /&gt;It sought a place to belong.&lt;br /&gt;Yet never it did,&lt;br /&gt;So it just kept wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the fears of doubts,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing around it seemed it about.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait miss,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that was what making you stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghostly figure tried hard to reason,&lt;br /&gt;But sadly nothing could go through of mind so indecent.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it could find a place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a momentary guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprehend the words in between the lines,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you could shoot me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Until then they shall wait,&lt;br /&gt;In time you might get lucky and a chance to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it stands between reason and pride,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could go in for it only dies.&lt;br /&gt;Haunting the souls of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Talk to it again when you could understand this rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they asked, why do you feel so damned when it wasn't referring to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-561567542579062?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/561567542579062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/08/red-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/561567542579062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/561567542579062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/08/red-eyes.html' title='Red eyes.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6646195415935260440</id><published>2010-08-21T02:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T02:47:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polaroid Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 1947, people used it as to take photo on the go. Mostly travellers used them and are kept as memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010, this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;1) Take a photo with the polaroid camera.&lt;br /&gt;2) Take a photo of the picture taken by the polaroid camera with a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;3) Upload it, or worst is print it out.&lt;br /&gt;4) Discard it after used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous or retarded? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6646195415935260440?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6646195415935260440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/08/polaroid-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6646195415935260440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6646195415935260440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/08/polaroid-camera.html' title='Polaroid Camera'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2992555461695064670</id><published>2010-08-02T04:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:20:35.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like selling your soul to the devil.</title><content type='html'>There was I, In the middle of what my mind wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the abyss of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Broken in the sea of evil.&lt;br /&gt;I was all destroyed in the night of the august.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but disgust when she looks me into the eye.&lt;br /&gt;I was regretful and knew it wasn' t alright,&lt;br /&gt;but yet she hold on tight in a glimpse of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Oh this sadness in this air,&lt;br /&gt;Never will I be force to lose my mind into temptation.&lt;br /&gt;For it's a test which my half asleep mind entered.&lt;br /&gt;Giving out to it will make everything feel great.&lt;br /&gt;Consequences will be rule out instead.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed and hope this old broken record will not be replayed again.&lt;br /&gt;For this sadness and confusion wasn't worth all that is losing you.&lt;br /&gt;So I laid down on bed, Wishing it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember this teaching of his,&lt;br /&gt;Where everything was happening with a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I was enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;This lesson I learn of this torment,&lt;br /&gt;This act of romance could be wait,&lt;br /&gt;And one dance of passion isn't worth losing a lifetime of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;So hold my hand with me,&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down and pray,&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me won't be frayed.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps hard lessons are meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;leaving me with this shock,&lt;br /&gt;I now know I shouldn't be lock,&lt;br /&gt;With this passion of lust and greed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2992555461695064670?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2992555461695064670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-like-selling-your-soul-to-devil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2992555461695064670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2992555461695064670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-like-selling-your-soul-to-devil.html' title='It&apos;s like selling your soul to the devil.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-567464725520560788</id><published>2010-07-31T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:15:26.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvJKVKglIRs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvJKVKglIRs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;Goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;You could have it all&lt;br /&gt;My empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-567464725520560788?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/567464725520560788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/567464725520560788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/567464725520560788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-7536479529806890565</id><published>2010-07-27T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:28:49.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found your words.</title><content type='html'>Good evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-7536479529806890565?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7536479529806890565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/found-your-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7536479529806890565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7536479529806890565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/found-your-words.html' title='Found your words.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2083301182471348800</id><published>2010-07-15T04:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T05:07:46.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TD4motRozLI/AAAAAAAAACw/fQ4pZO8a8RM/s1600/The_Star__s_Journal_by_BlackJack0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TD4motRozLI/AAAAAAAAACw/fQ4pZO8a8RM/s400/The_Star__s_Journal_by_BlackJack0919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493871076228779186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Taken from http://www.devianart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star light, star so bright.&lt;br /&gt;The first star I see tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I may, I wish with all my might,&lt;br /&gt;Is to be with her for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2083301182471348800?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2083301182471348800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/taken-from-httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2083301182471348800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2083301182471348800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/taken-from-httpwww.html' title='Star'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TD4motRozLI/AAAAAAAAACw/fQ4pZO8a8RM/s72-c/The_Star__s_Journal_by_BlackJack0919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-3056874017510825359</id><published>2010-07-03T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:55:50.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqwMDWXROUs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqwMDWXROUs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, songs can do a better explanation than you can ever do in a million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3056874017510825359?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3056874017510825359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3056874017510825359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3056874017510825359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1002527854326295964</id><published>2010-06-26T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:42:05.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1W5lFW-vUY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1W5lFW-vUY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1002527854326295964?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1002527854326295964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1002527854326295964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1002527854326295964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1699481386628385765</id><published>2010-06-18T04:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T04:52:01.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascara Mask.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TBqKTnewlQI/AAAAAAAAACo/qJ8s-IIWJmc/s1600/Pitiful_by_diesseapril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TBqKTnewlQI/AAAAAAAAACo/qJ8s-IIWJmc/s400/Pitiful_by_diesseapril.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483847565897143554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Pitiful by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://diesseapril.deviantart.com/"&gt;diesseapril&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing that mascara and sitting over there.&lt;br /&gt;Expecting someone to hold your hand and dance in this night air.&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful as your face may be, No man could say anything to those sympathetic eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so scary miss.&lt;br /&gt;With that scary hair, darken eyes, thick red lips.&lt;br /&gt;Like a clown under his make up.&lt;br /&gt;Like a hero under his mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a photo of it,&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you DON'T mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Then pretend like your day is eh-okay.&lt;br /&gt;Cause deep inside you're torn till frayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, when least expected.&lt;br /&gt;Tears ran down your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Those mascara are wash away.&lt;br /&gt;With the make up that went grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so pretty face I see.&lt;br /&gt;No more plastic sheets covering your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting your beauty from the summer's stars.&lt;br /&gt;Skin deep beauty is here. What's left to say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights, Cameras and Action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mascara_%28disambiguation%29" title="Mascara (disambiguation)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1699481386628385765?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1699481386628385765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1699481386628385765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1699481386628385765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Mascara Mask.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/TBqKTnewlQI/AAAAAAAAACo/qJ8s-IIWJmc/s72-c/Pitiful_by_diesseapril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-2877954583261474952</id><published>2010-06-06T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T03:36:36.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MSqF_rQ6Mw&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MSqF_rQ6Mw&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2877954583261474952?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2877954583261474952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-one-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2877954583261474952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2877954583261474952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-one-knows.html' title='No one knows.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-943565057433109158</id><published>2010-05-26T02:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:26:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>When in doubt, always flip through this book for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It does not envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is not self-seeking, nor easily angered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It keeps no record of wrongdoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It does not delight in evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But rejoices in the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is nothing love cannot face;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In a word, there are three things that last forever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Faith, hope, and love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But the greatest of them all is love.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="attribute"&gt;-- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="attribute"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand now where I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I fully comprehend those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving with words but express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-943565057433109158?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/943565057433109158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/943565057433109158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/943565057433109158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4320678986246978694</id><published>2010-05-10T03:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:21:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption of my mind,body and soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/S-cLJHmI7PI/AAAAAAAAACY/rdhIeJAi5oo/s1600/_t_i_m_e__by_rache_engel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/S-cLJHmI7PI/AAAAAAAAACY/rdhIeJAi5oo/s400/_t_i_m_e__by_rache_engel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469352523750501618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/40435620/"&gt;.t.i.m.e.&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://rache-engel.deviantart.com/"&gt;rache-engel&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What loss in this beauty.&lt;br /&gt;What sin in this crime.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;Which river following fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is unmeasurable unit.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, There is hours, minutes and even seconds.&lt;br /&gt;So much for unmeasurable.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it tick away into the abyss .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so what are you gonna do,&lt;br /&gt;With every second moving the hand of doom.&lt;br /&gt;Fear the death, Accept the fate.&lt;br /&gt;Random rants filled my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;All I need is rest.&lt;br /&gt;Far away from this land.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere quiet and forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this half asleep state,&lt;br /&gt;The heart is broken,&lt;br /&gt;The soul is cracked.&lt;br /&gt;The living mind cried for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW AM I GONNA REPAIR THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Let my beast out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't. No evil out of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;But still, We are lost in this chaos of reign.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. Who are you trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;Myself, Which I want get rid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4320678986246978694?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4320678986246978694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/05/redemption-of-my-mindbody-and-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4320678986246978694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4320678986246978694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/05/redemption-of-my-mindbody-and-soul.html' title='Redemption of my mind,body and soul.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/S-cLJHmI7PI/AAAAAAAAACY/rdhIeJAi5oo/s72-c/_t_i_m_e__by_rache_engel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-8167356262666908312</id><published>2010-05-02T04:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:15:39.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliche, Over-rated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Give a man a rod, He will fish up a big one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tomorrow, you will see 50 boats in the same river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Buy a set of awesome clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Next week, they are wearing what you're wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Go and learn to play guitar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;A month or so, They're all learning as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that easy for things to get overrated?&lt;br /&gt;Poems, instrument, whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;What you guys are doing are following blindly to the trend.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, but to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all hollow. There is no feelings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it rhymes, It's not a poem.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you can play a song, Doesn't make you a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting. Can't the trend stay away from things I like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8167356262666908312?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8167356262666908312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/05/cliche-over-rated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8167356262666908312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8167356262666908312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/05/cliche-over-rated.html' title='Cliche, Over-rated.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1969451289282418133</id><published>2010-04-28T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T03:28:10.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The devil playing your mind.</title><content type='html'>Is the world really that cold?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I kidding myself till that low?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're strangers to them, Even sometimes to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're alone. You're okay with it but you hate being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;What will you do? Being trap in this closet.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps scream and cry, Take a shot of dope and make you fly.&lt;br /&gt;You can make yourself numb, But who are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Myself. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you.&lt;br /&gt;Why so confused?&lt;br /&gt;Isolation made you insane,&lt;br /&gt;Or the devil playing your mind like a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, this tunnel is running out of light.&lt;br /&gt;They come for you,&lt;br /&gt;Not for long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling so miserable,&lt;br /&gt;Take it away will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my heart is filled with holes tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1969451289282418133?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1969451289282418133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/devil-playing-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1969451289282418133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1969451289282418133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/devil-playing-your-mind.html' title='The devil playing your mind.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6783610774406076795</id><published>2010-04-11T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:23:14.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A broken wing bird.</title><content type='html'>Please get well soon, I don't like the sick you. Take care miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause little angels race into colourful evenings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6783610774406076795?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6783610774406076795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-wing-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6783610774406076795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6783610774406076795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-wing-bird.html' title='A broken wing bird.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8423256856136658252</id><published>2010-04-04T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:46:58.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stood still beautiful moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/S7eNDiE_qLI/AAAAAAAAACI/6fWscnLzsXc/s1600/Sunset_by_hitaak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/S7eNDiE_qLI/AAAAAAAAACI/6fWscnLzsXc/s400/Sunset_by_hitaak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455984565409523890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This warm feeling inside,&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel so fine.&lt;br /&gt;This might seen out of line,&lt;br /&gt;But all I can see is the beautiful rainbow in sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sitting next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Placing your head where it should be.&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right,&lt;br /&gt;Like the world has stood still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the evening sun set,&lt;br /&gt;It felt as though our heart flowing on the waves jet.&lt;br /&gt;Can see you the shadows from the sun?&lt;br /&gt;And it slowly descend into the land..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such familiarity in this grace,&lt;br /&gt;Those crash waves engrave our names like embrace.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth touch from your hand,&lt;br /&gt;As you slowly brush my cheek man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, take a photograph of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Look at it again, and remember the enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection in every dot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8423256856136658252?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8423256856136658252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/stood-still-beautiful-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8423256856136658252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8423256856136658252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/stood-still-beautiful-moment.html' title='Stood still beautiful moment.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/S7eNDiE_qLI/AAAAAAAAACI/6fWscnLzsXc/s72-c/Sunset_by_hitaak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-3101892558631803915</id><published>2010-03-22T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:42:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It really hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;AGADSFAFKJANHSKFGHAKJHSGFKJAHGKHAKJHSGIUHDVKNAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;SERIOUS, WHY DOES EVERYTHING GOES WRONG FOR ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;WHY WHY WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST TAKE A GUN MY HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;LET ME FORGET EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;LET ME BE OVER WITH THIS PAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Why can't those tears stop flowing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Why can't I comprehend life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Throw me a rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Pull me out, anyone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;cause little angels race into colourful evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3101892558631803915?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3101892558631803915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-really-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3101892558631803915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3101892558631803915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-really-hurts.html' title='It really hurts.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8544381500454032757</id><published>2010-03-22T07:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:54:28.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood shot eyes filled with tears.</title><content type='html'>I stay awake,&lt;br /&gt;Unable to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Cause those word you said,&lt;br /&gt;Made my heart bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so damned?&lt;br /&gt;Can't a man be love and returned?&lt;br /&gt;I will do anything,&lt;br /&gt;Even make the stars beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby stay,&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me to stray.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I lie on bed wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears on my pillows,&lt;br /&gt;Broken as I feel hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I guess tonight is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I am all alone even after dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay on bed,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;But too afraid of the world ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's winter storm,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is cold and forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;My heart ain't full without thy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will just go on my bed and stare at the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the stars will cry,&lt;br /&gt;And the moon will grin.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I am the biggest fool in the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8544381500454032757?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8544381500454032757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/blood-shot-eyes-filled-with-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8544381500454032757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8544381500454032757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/blood-shot-eyes-filled-with-tears.html' title='Blood shot eyes filled with tears.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4673668049705803589</id><published>2010-03-19T04:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T04:46:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut it or let me cut it off for you.</title><content type='html'>What's life without death,&lt;br /&gt;What's light without dark,&lt;br /&gt;What's fire without water,&lt;br /&gt;What's right without wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give that man a sword,&lt;br /&gt;And watch it cut for the lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you're better,&lt;br /&gt;Does it even mean shit to anything?&lt;br /&gt;How about shut the fuck up,&lt;br /&gt;Before I rip your throat  out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want now?&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet cause I don't want to argue this nonsense loud.&lt;br /&gt;What for?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;That's what this post is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me kill you!&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, you have no right to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, I'm talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream as your throat dry,&lt;br /&gt;Your words will fade like your cry.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Like the ghost in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be damned,&lt;br /&gt;Be cursed,&lt;br /&gt;Be removed,&lt;br /&gt;Till your heart and soul burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind,&lt;br /&gt;Is in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;Your body,&lt;br /&gt;Has nothing left even sent down or above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your speech is bull,&lt;br /&gt;Your face will be dull.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who?&lt;br /&gt;The silence fall on you as you indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care.&lt;br /&gt;Or even bother,&lt;br /&gt;You aren't somebody I know,&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I am pissed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being so useless even as summer birds fell.&lt;br /&gt;So you, or me.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever as wanted by thy.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up. And die.&lt;br /&gt;No one cares about your living soul tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4673668049705803589?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4673668049705803589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/shut-it-or-let-me-cut-it-off-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4673668049705803589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4673668049705803589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/shut-it-or-let-me-cut-it-off-for-you.html' title='Shut it or let me cut it off for you.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-3503082966225663665</id><published>2010-03-16T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:21:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Ejga4kJUts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Ejga4kJUts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3503082966225663665?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3503082966225663665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/zombie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3503082966225663665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3503082966225663665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8444631825862436172</id><published>2010-02-27T04:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T04:14:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooled by an illusion.</title><content type='html'>Cry as they can,&lt;br /&gt;Watch as the water filled up the dam.&lt;br /&gt;Why are they cheering,&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing they proclaim is ever lasting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nothing much,&lt;br /&gt;Just like eating a mere lunch.&lt;br /&gt;What ever for get so excited,&lt;br /&gt;In the end you just get laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;But wait. Why will I be?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't concern me,&lt;br /&gt;So just leave and look at him saying "I told thy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on,&lt;br /&gt;Then what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I guess I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Or wondering what's so great about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he could rearrange the whole letters,&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say from A to Z.&lt;br /&gt;You're just a plain joe,&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it fools,&lt;br /&gt;You don't see me going 'wow' over this juice.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am just annoyed by this fact,&lt;br /&gt;Which seems like an eye sore to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why so excited to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8444631825862436172?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8444631825862436172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/02/fooled-by-illusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8444631825862436172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8444631825862436172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/02/fooled-by-illusion.html' title='Fooled by an illusion.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-5215915839984875065</id><published>2010-02-13T01:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:02:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause Little Angels Races Into Colourful Evenings.</title><content type='html'>Sweetness in your lips,&lt;br /&gt;That totally makes my heart flip!&lt;br /&gt;I look at my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Realise that spaces between them are the best place yours fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never will I let them go,&lt;br /&gt;Even if the devil stops me and freeze me cold.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a bloomed flower,&lt;br /&gt;This everlasting flow of emotions swims forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5215915839984875065?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5215915839984875065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-little-angels-races-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5215915839984875065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5215915839984875065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-little-angels-races-into.html' title='Cause Little Angels Races Into Colourful Evenings.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4077835877792082533</id><published>2010-01-11T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:43:03.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you in hell, mario.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Close the doors! &lt;br /&gt;Shut the lights!&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I failed my mission tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling so alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was just fooling my self after all.&lt;br /&gt;And lost my will to do anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, I ain't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for I know I am dumb alright?&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes? No it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Just foolishness and never right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might have disappointed everyone,&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure I have disappointed myself more.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;You will see an idiot crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they say,&lt;br /&gt;It's all over.&lt;br /&gt;No point crying over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;But I am damned cause I disappointed myself the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4077835877792082533?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4077835877792082533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/01/see-you-in-hell-mario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4077835877792082533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4077835877792082533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/01/see-you-in-hell-mario.html' title='See you in hell, mario.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-9062107644271775816</id><published>2010-01-08T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:36:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This lit cigarette nearing to the filter.</title><content type='html'>As I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the roaring sound.&lt;br /&gt;Of the mighty clock ticking,&lt;br /&gt;As it came closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth slowly came nearer and nearer,&lt;br /&gt;Like the predator crawled bit by bit to it's prey.&lt;br /&gt;You know you could run,&lt;br /&gt;But we are sure you stand your land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of divine will decide,&lt;br /&gt;Up or down,&lt;br /&gt;Where will you go?&lt;br /&gt;Broken as you walk home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the crimson beast cried your name,&lt;br /&gt;The same as a bad holiday came.&lt;br /&gt;Will you win this game?&lt;br /&gt;Or be killed and be maimed for life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-9062107644271775816?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9062107644271775816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-lit-cigarette-nearing-to-filter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9062107644271775816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/9062107644271775816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-lit-cigarette-nearing-to-filter.html' title='This lit cigarette nearing to the filter.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-911877502804854537</id><published>2010-01-04T05:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:01:25.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu</title><content type='html'>I really don't understand. can someone tell what's going on again? Please, anyone. Help me out. I am confused with despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-911877502804854537?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/911877502804854537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/01/deja-vu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/911877502804854537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/911877502804854537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2010/01/deja-vu.html' title='Deja vu'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4813358323257715827</id><published>2009-12-28T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:17:00.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/SzeWhusI2DI/AAAAAAAAACA/kPzxcSyKBis/s1600-h/hehe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 69px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/SzeWhusI2DI/AAAAAAAAACA/kPzxcSyKBis/s400/hehe.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419966182776690738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4813358323257715827?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4813358323257715827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/12/3_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4813358323257715827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4813358323257715827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/12/3_28.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>-Mario</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDT644Yh0h4/SzeWhusI2DI/AAAAAAAAACA/kPzxcSyKBis/s72-c/hehe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644398090080931106.post-2782693416827593923</id><published>2009-12-20T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:46:00.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, what the fuck?</title><content type='html'>I am sick of what i see around me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is making any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just too disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;No one will believe what they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up is the world for thy.&lt;br /&gt;Retard as you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;How people can be happy when they are so damned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2782693416827593923?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2782693416827593923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/12/seriously-what-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2782693416827593923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2782693416827593923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/12/seriously-what-fuck.html' title='Seriously, what the fuck?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-96022084869864303</id><published>2009-12-08T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:08:32.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest gift was here all along.</title><content type='html'>I crawled from the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for everlasting beauty.&lt;br /&gt;This task so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I couldn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise under the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;What I was looking for,&lt;br /&gt;Was right infront of my face after all.&lt;br /&gt;This lip of mine turned into a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be dark moments on this road,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't give up and be broke.&lt;br /&gt;Unfair as life may be,&lt;br /&gt;I have an awesome girl indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-96022084869864303?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/96022084869864303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/12/greatest-gift-was-here-all-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/96022084869864303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/96022084869864303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/12/greatest-gift-was-here-all-along.html' title='The greatest gift was here all along.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1878830808580493113</id><published>2009-11-30T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:41:01.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless in their words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Let me tell you tale,&lt;br /&gt;It's the tree swaying in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing around those the drops of rain,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all alive again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white of this film,&lt;br /&gt;Making no head or tail.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself for it made no sense,&lt;br /&gt;That guy I am, Didn't understand why then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that light to shine,&lt;br /&gt;Devoured in darkness by those ghouls.&lt;br /&gt;No fear, no emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Just staring into the emptiness till it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am saying is that,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing make much sense,&lt;br /&gt;Why do we all run till the end,&lt;br /&gt;When we all know that everyone will be damned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions in thou head,&lt;br /&gt;Can't comprehend even I am in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Confused as I am, &lt;br /&gt;I don't really get answered as much as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you see the cup half empty or half full?&lt;br /&gt;Am I making any sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1878830808580493113?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1878830808580493113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/senseless-in-their-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1878830808580493113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1878830808580493113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/senseless-in-their-words.html' title='Senseless in their words.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6169466569071158582</id><published>2009-11-22T03:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T03:58:14.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection(?)</title><content type='html'>The ink ran out,&lt;br /&gt;Words won't come anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think I no longer need,&lt;br /&gt;To finish off this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bits of hearts fixed together,&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it shine.&lt;br /&gt;Watch as something special appear.&lt;br /&gt;Two white souls like snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. It almost seen perfect. Please don't take it away from me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6169466569071158582?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6169466569071158582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6169466569071158582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6169466569071158582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfection.html' title='Perfection(?)'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-7315222315665416896</id><published>2009-11-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:06:08.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye (I'm sorry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Adxz-Bp25_Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Adxz-Bp25_Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-7315222315665416896?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7315222315665416896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7315222315665416896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7315222315665416896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-im-sorry.html' title='Goodbye (I&apos;m sorry)'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-5656449053287993650</id><published>2009-11-17T04:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:50:35.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I was blind like a bat,&lt;br /&gt;In this tunnel of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Flying around without this sense of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the riddle of emotions that might be right.&lt;br /&gt;Insane like the mad man,&lt;br /&gt;Emotionless like that numbness in my veins ran.&lt;br /&gt;I was a man who was dark inside,&lt;br /&gt;But your divine light shine through this black patches aside.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a fool for putting my faith,&lt;br /&gt;I know with you, I can smile again.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand why is he,&lt;br /&gt;Giving and taking what is so beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;Words are all I have for thy,&lt;br /&gt;It came from my heart if you could believe me.&lt;br /&gt;It may be true that words don't mean a thing,&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't saying stuff don't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;So my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Will you take my hand and love me too?&lt;br /&gt;Or let me die and say you and I ain't meant to be true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No one is meant for each other, They all struggled to find happiness and live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5656449053287993650?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5656449053287993650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/blind-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5656449053287993650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5656449053287993650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/blind-faith.html' title='Blind faith.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-7101906753605692421</id><published>2009-11-04T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:02:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We didn't know how we go like this. No one really understand those marks on your lips. I am sorry for my foolishness. But I guess there is really one in a million after all. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-7101906753605692421?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7101906753605692421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/apologize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7101906753605692421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7101906753605692421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/apologize.html' title='Apology.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8696258740351069559</id><published>2009-10-31T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:58:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless words.</title><content type='html'>The rain is falling,&lt;br /&gt;The wind is freezing.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling ain't just going,&lt;br /&gt;Drenched from my head to my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of the sky was flowing down,&lt;br /&gt;Not happiness but pain from that frown.&lt;br /&gt;This fool cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm an alien in your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am sane, Maybe I lost my brains.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what sick this world can be.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, since when I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me for I am faint,&lt;br /&gt;Destroy thy cause we ain't the same.&lt;br /&gt;Doubts and questions of the drops.&lt;br /&gt;Like the mysteries of our love were hazed like the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless rants from my head,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy expressions on her face.&lt;br /&gt;If this rain would stop,&lt;br /&gt;Will there be a rainbow at the top?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8696258740351069559?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8696258740351069559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/meaningless-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8696258740351069559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8696258740351069559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/meaningless-words.html' title='Meaningless words.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8779802418286836313</id><published>2009-10-28T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:04:34.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable at best</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cb06Euo-gbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cb06Euo-gbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8779802418286836313?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8779802418286836313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/miserable-at-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8779802418286836313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8779802418286836313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/miserable-at-best.html' title='Miserable at best'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-5228565091677688020</id><published>2009-10-24T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:21:12.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Hard to gain, Easy to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting faith in the wrong person will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Not having faith and isolation will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to tak off the mask or continue wearing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5228565091677688020?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5228565091677688020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5228565091677688020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5228565091677688020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-2652052511239777833</id><published>2009-10-22T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:48:33.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone once again.</title><content type='html'>I set you free,&lt;br /&gt;Let a bird in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;Is this guilt or sympathy I am feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted how much I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were different, &lt;br /&gt;I thought we were infinite.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was dreaming this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Broken when he came into the portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are all I wish for,&lt;br /&gt;Friends, we might never be.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I seriously don't see what you see.&lt;br /&gt;In that fool so much beneath me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was a sword, I will be the gun.&lt;br /&gt;If he could be romeo, I would be his mom.&lt;br /&gt;I will kill him if I could,&lt;br /&gt;But I rather just see you being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace girl,&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this love was never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;You might avoid it, I might hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is certain, I will be waiting till you come flying back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you will love me even if no one did,&lt;br /&gt;Is it the truth? Or did both the texts really meant to kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-2652052511239777833?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2652052511239777833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-alone-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2652052511239777833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/2652052511239777833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-alone-once-again.html' title='All alone once again.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4582952895642718830</id><published>2009-10-21T05:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T05:11:21.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy talk.</title><content type='html'>I look out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing through fine.&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the night is lovely,&lt;br /&gt;Your face was replaying in my head baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying there in your bed,&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to everything I said,&lt;br /&gt;You are special to me,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't care what people said about thy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mstery as why he comes in,&lt;br /&gt;Retarded he is to me.&lt;br /&gt;He don't deserve a beauty like you,&lt;br /&gt;Testing the water is all he wants from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware! Be warned!&lt;br /&gt;I Said my part and rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;If thy shalt listen,&lt;br /&gt;I am at the ends of lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4582952895642718830?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4582952895642718830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4582952895642718830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4582952895642718830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-talk.html' title='Crazy talk.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-8240202601052379543</id><published>2009-10-17T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:45:01.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think much or whine much?</title><content type='html'>It's just written thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to be called a thinker, &lt;br /&gt;Not a whiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-8240202601052379543?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8240202601052379543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-much-or-whine-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8240202601052379543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/8240202601052379543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-much-or-whine-much.html' title='Think much or whine much?'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-5457647123746694264</id><published>2009-10-13T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:45:48.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt letter.</title><content type='html'>It's kind like dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can take care of yourself when I am gone,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone take advantage of you.&lt;br /&gt;I might disappear away,&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will be watching you from far.&lt;br /&gt;Clouds might gray-ed the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure you will see the rainbow every night.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me special,&lt;br /&gt;You mean alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;You might read this or not,&lt;br /&gt;But i am gonna tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I am releasing you like the bird in the cage.&lt;br /&gt;Soar and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Glide through the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be able to smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care love. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-5457647123746694264?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5457647123746694264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/burnt-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5457647123746694264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/5457647123746694264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/burnt-letter.html' title='Burnt letter.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-3251923231131953034</id><published>2009-10-11T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:23:09.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten thoughts.</title><content type='html'>You walk away slowly,&lt;br /&gt;I am losing the feeling of warmth from your touch.&lt;br /&gt;My hands are getting cold,&lt;br /&gt;Your love slowly grew old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing as how you move on,&lt;br /&gt;I remained broken even till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Our happy moments then,&lt;br /&gt;Were the things on my mind man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freezing to death,&lt;br /&gt;As the wind cut my face.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding wasn't my skin,&lt;br /&gt;Broken it is, my heart, soul and feeling pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire of passion eventually died,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is all lone tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the little firefly?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you let it go and say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coats of iron tangled my love,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to fall again and free the dove.&lt;br /&gt;Understanding your actions,&lt;br /&gt;I am losing my ability to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking to my fear,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you won't know how much you are dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-3251923231131953034?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3251923231131953034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/unwritten-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3251923231131953034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/3251923231131953034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/unwritten-thoughts.html' title='Unwritten thoughts.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4202641578218018909</id><published>2009-10-03T04:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:16:24.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful start, not so pretty end.</title><content type='html'>The love we made was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;It felt so close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;We thought we will make it to the end,&lt;br /&gt;But along the way, one of us fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we fall, we will get back up again.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we know the other will be waitin at the end.&lt;br /&gt;It was a smooth flow,&lt;br /&gt;Until appeared was that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting beauty was gone,&lt;br /&gt;All I hear now is his existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken,&lt;br /&gt;Shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Lost,&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrendered my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to face what might come alive.&lt;br /&gt;This heart was broken,&lt;br /&gt;The emotions are drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes, I slowly went insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to let go,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not something i don't want to do. &lt;br /&gt;But hard to give you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just die away like the winter snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4202641578218018909?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4202641578218018909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-start-not-so-pretty-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4202641578218018909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4202641578218018909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-start-not-so-pretty-end.html' title='Beautiful start, not so pretty end.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-4665864159586995081</id><published>2009-09-30T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T04:03:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qzizhokLeV8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qzizhokLeV8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just play my part, pray there will be a change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-4665864159586995081?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4665864159586995081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4665864159586995081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/4665864159586995081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-love.html' title='Only love.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-7219077817771927925</id><published>2009-09-29T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:55:03.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Japan - Rusty nails</title><content type='html'>I'm looking at a rose painted on my memory's pieces&lt;br /&gt;It covers my interrupted memories in my unchanged dreams&lt;br /&gt;Oh rusty nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only let my tears flowing,&lt;br /&gt;I would perhaps be able to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me my life&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I will walk,&lt;br /&gt;In my tears I won't see my tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget the ended week-end's wounds&lt;br /&gt;Even shrouded by the flowing time they pierce my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh rusty nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only let my tears flowing,&lt;br /&gt;I would perhaps be able to forget you&lt;br /&gt;An asleep rose of a beautiful color faded&lt;br /&gt;Blooms in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your smiling face lived, certainly&lt;br /&gt;The night reflecting in your eyes would only let a shining dream&lt;br /&gt;You go and meet morning, forgetting loneliness&lt;br /&gt;You shroud with your tears your red wrists&lt;br /&gt;Night is ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory's door shakes when I close it&lt;br /&gt;It covers my interrupted memories on my blue lips&lt;br /&gt;Oh rusty nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only let my tears flowing,&lt;br /&gt;I would perhaps be able to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me my life&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I will walk,&lt;br /&gt;In my tears I won't see my tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your broke my painful heart... even now&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-7219077817771927925?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7219077817771927925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/x-japan-rusty-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7219077817771927925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/7219077817771927925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/x-japan-rusty-nails.html' title='X-Japan - Rusty nails'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-1719119044967791589</id><published>2009-09-27T16:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:36:23.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because pigs are pink and they can fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Only time can unfold your beauty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Never will i want to see your cry of pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Guardian angel of the sky, &lt;br /&gt;Please take care of my baby when I not beside.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment of sweetness she indulge&lt;br /&gt;I promise god, I will be there without a doubt. &lt;br /&gt;Queen of the Venus moon,&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, i love her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-1719119044967791589?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1719119044967791589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-pigs-are-pink-and-they-can-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1719119044967791589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/1719119044967791589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-pigs-are-pink-and-they-can-fly.html' title='Because pigs are pink and they can fly.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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-5644398090080931106.post-6805582667730260041</id><published>2009-09-27T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:41:55.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you fall, stand up and smile again.</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's foolish for me to believe,&lt;br /&gt;There might be another girl waiting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how i move away,&lt;br /&gt;I realise my heart can't seem to stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth might have come,&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much pain it has done.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I have fallen for you,&lt;br /&gt;Take this fragile heart and don't break it into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want a lover or soul mate,&lt;br /&gt;Only few have gotten through.&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of them,&lt;br /&gt;They just gave up  and left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true,&lt;br /&gt;When they say,&lt;br /&gt;Losing the right one,&lt;br /&gt;And you will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around me filled with darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I realise my emotions became restless.&lt;br /&gt;Tired as I am,&lt;br /&gt;Those words from your lips kept replaying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be done for today,&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure it will be all okay.&lt;br /&gt;Even the darkest moment of light,&lt;br /&gt;There will be a ray that shine through our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To my number one fan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal gems in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Lit up so bright tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Amazed by the beauty above the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Running under the blanket of stars,&lt;br /&gt;I could see your smile from far.&lt;br /&gt;Care bears holding hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal friendship till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5644398090080931106-6805582667730260041?l=life-death-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6805582667730260041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-fall-stand-up-and-smile-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6805582667730260041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5644398090080931106/posts/default/6805582667730260041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-death-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-fall-stand-up-and-smile-again.html' title='When you fall, stand up and smile again.'/><author><name>-Mario</name><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>
