<?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-15925485</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:17:50.872+08:00</updated><category term='About Love'/><category term='About A Releaser'/><category term='About A Thinker'/><category term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Write to Breathe</title><subtitle type='html'>writing on clouds,makes cotton candy on fingers&lt;br&gt;
'LostinSpace Collection'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-4578820795198745359</id><published>2008-10-05T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:02:17.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>Air Mata Di Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>Kemuliaan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu padaMU.&lt;br /&gt;Hati resah selalu adalah suatu petanda tiada kesyukuran bukan?&lt;br /&gt;Haih..&lt;br /&gt;mengapa hati sedih ni?&lt;br /&gt;mengapa tidak ketahuan mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;Air Mata,&lt;br /&gt;Datanglah&lt;br /&gt;Lagi lagi di hari raya mulia ini&lt;br /&gt;Tersemat isinya bulan yang meriah&lt;br /&gt;Meriah lah hati ku&lt;br /&gt;Doa ku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku kejar hidup lama&lt;br /&gt;Ku terlepas hari ini&lt;br /&gt;Ku kendong bukit harapan&lt;br /&gt;Ku tersadong tidak kesampaian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mana angin berhenti&lt;br /&gt;Hilang wajah arah&lt;br /&gt;Hati resah&lt;br /&gt;Inilah hidupku kini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Aidilfitri ku mohon padaMu&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;jatuh lah air mata ku&lt;br /&gt;bersihkan jiwa ku&lt;br /&gt;kembalikan kemuliaan diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senantiasa Ya Allah&lt;br /&gt;ku mahukan ketetapan pendirian&lt;br /&gt;sendirian ku tidak sunyi&lt;br /&gt;malam ku tidak alpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah&lt;br /&gt;Ampunkanlah segala dosa dosa ku&lt;br /&gt;Ku pohon&lt;br /&gt;Merasa nikmat kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;Tekak ku dahaga kan air suci&lt;br /&gt;Hidupkanlah semula jiwa ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerana aku sudah lama...mati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-4578820795198745359?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/4578820795198745359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=4578820795198745359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/4578820795198745359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/4578820795198745359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/10/air-mata-di-aidilfitri.html' title='Air Mata Di Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-7598325820789844265</id><published>2008-09-09T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:18:02.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>The Sad Florist</title><content type='html'>I passed her two afternoons,&lt;br /&gt;She glanced an empty gaze,&lt;br /&gt;I swooned over my plans in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Among flowers, she stood frozen stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she was happy,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with freshness everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of romance and singing,&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten she was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled my day with laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Crossing shoulders with kind strangers,&lt;br /&gt;But I ran away with golden ticket,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing time never stood still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back towards the same way,&lt;br /&gt;Passed the florist and her life,&lt;br /&gt;She hold a new pose on a pole,&lt;br /&gt;As she lay her head in stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see now the Sad Florist,&lt;br /&gt;How life shows its disguise,&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful painting of a perfect scenery,&lt;br /&gt;Was never who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;flick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked out a Red rose,&lt;br /&gt;present to her with the sincerest smile,&lt;br /&gt;she passed an empty gaze,&lt;br /&gt;i saw twinkles in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nod and walk away again,&lt;br /&gt;remembering her through out my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.47am 9.9.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-7598325820789844265?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7598325820789844265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=7598325820789844265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/7598325820789844265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/7598325820789844265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/09/sad-florist.html' title='The Sad Florist'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-8498696761925945581</id><published>2008-07-22T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:38:04.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>Pretty Pretender</title><content type='html'>You, make it less than it ought to be,&lt;br /&gt;a shining starry night.&lt;br /&gt;You, make more from a memory,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming every time sun shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know that it's all right,&lt;br /&gt;to have it all, pain and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;did not need to hide it all inside,&lt;br /&gt;or turn this world exactly how you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let them see your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;where true beauty lies,&lt;br /&gt;it would make more soul restless,&lt;br /&gt;and make the pain painless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-8498696761925945581?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/8498696761925945581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=8498696761925945581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/8498696761925945581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/8498696761925945581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretty-pretender.html' title='Pretty Pretender'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-2324027354855528241</id><published>2008-06-13T07:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:31:34.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Letterbox</title><content type='html'>There, a letterbox.&lt;br /&gt;and it is red,&lt;br /&gt;it shines at sun's greet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a firing soldier on duty,&lt;br /&gt;a proud carrier of hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once that is what it is&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the letterbox.&lt;br /&gt;is pale red,&lt;br /&gt;washed out betrayed by the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old one wheel bike,&lt;br /&gt;a passe of modernity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes what it is&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i long for 'the wait',&lt;br /&gt;to see the postman's face smile,&lt;br /&gt;delivering his soul to me,&lt;br /&gt;thankful for the joy i bring today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this normal communication,&lt;br /&gt;warmth in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;needing of each other,&lt;br /&gt;even for the simple ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ought to be a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;the smile.&lt;br /&gt;in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-2324027354855528241?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2324027354855528241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=2324027354855528241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/2324027354855528241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/2324027354855528241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/06/letterbox.html' title='Letterbox'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-7687730967273872489</id><published>2008-04-30T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:32:48.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I am sorry that you are lost.&lt;br /&gt;Even more, that you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;**also in &lt;a href="http://lostinspacecollection"&gt;LostinSpace Collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-7687730967273872489?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7687730967273872489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=7687730967273872489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/7687730967273872489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/7687730967273872489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-5921377898840113696</id><published>2008-04-04T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T04:30:59.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>@}~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@}~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;to write or not to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell it all or sink,&lt;br /&gt;keep moving against the wind,&lt;br /&gt;will you not follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dream or be real,&lt;br /&gt;ignore that life robbed your will,&lt;br /&gt;will you not fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feel or be alone,&lt;br /&gt;stories numbered right on your stone,&lt;br /&gt;will you remember?&lt;br /&gt;@} ~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;to live or not to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stay or run away,&lt;br /&gt;to stop or constant drop,&lt;br /&gt;to push or pull back in,&lt;br /&gt;to pray or keep the faith,&lt;br /&gt;@}~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;who are you or do you know?&lt;br /&gt;@}~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-5921377898840113696?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5921377898840113696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=5921377898840113696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5921377898840113696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5921377898840113696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='@}~~~~~'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-5481264278302451177</id><published>2008-02-11T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:18:29.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Laundry Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kick myself around this apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;painting it all in red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;open up all of white windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;letting air be more than its meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;than what i needed to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;change my perception of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what it takes to be clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;from grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i'm not leaving anything behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;its a painting if i was painter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but I'll settle this ugly feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cause its my Laundry Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i rather take a walk than to view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;done sitting around thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;if the coke machine decided to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ill kiss goodbye and be on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to the next paying asker give it all for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll say it again if ever you loose your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what it takes to be clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;from grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is taking everything now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;its a book if i was a writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and i'm settling this ugly feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cause its my Laundry Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;its a splashing Sunday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happier Monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;funny Tues and Weds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;releasing Thursday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the cliche Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;with extra Saturday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;all ever after it seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today....my Laundry Day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(**and yes...i am loving the freshness afterwards)&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/15925485-5481264278302451177?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5481264278302451177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=5481264278302451177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5481264278302451177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5481264278302451177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/02/laundry-day.html' title='Laundry Day'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-3490350094063333545</id><published>2008-02-09T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:09:49.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Take your place (it's time...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kick it like a wild child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;play it like rock &amp;amp; roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;feel it in like a rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this is what we've been waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;get engaged like a bridge fireworks above it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;looking down from the edge throwing all our regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sting your time like a bee so its hurt so we'll leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;catching up with our breathe coz we are living free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;let's make us a big fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and make the stars proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;punch a change from your brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;coz time and space is a waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we are more than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stronger,posed and knew more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this isnt hard to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;step right up, it's time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take your place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;**wrote this sometime last month, haven't really completed.(i think).but now it seem like it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;for now,this is it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;~for those who need just a little push xx~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-3490350094063333545?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/3490350094063333545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=3490350094063333545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/3490350094063333545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/3490350094063333545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-your-place-its-time.html' title='Take your place (it&apos;s time...)'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-6257977734486636729</id><published>2008-02-04T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:38:59.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>Love in J Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i am one among the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i shine too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;without me, one intensity is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;leaving the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;one blank space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;lifeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i am one among the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i see too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;below me, there's one dimming light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;looking into night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;shooting wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;hope in living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i love God more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;as i know less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i love God more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;as i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i love God more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;as i see distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;but i love God more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;as i feel the presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;if you are for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;maybe the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;align differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-6257977734486636729?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6257977734486636729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=6257977734486636729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6257977734486636729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6257977734486636729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-music-note.html' title='Love in J Note'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-6344123259611562674</id><published>2007-10-31T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:04:42.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>a useless Anger Note to the Low People</title><content type='html'>you can only wish&lt;br /&gt;to have some kind of courage&lt;br /&gt;you can only dream of living&lt;br /&gt;like a fairy tale in a nightmare surroundings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you don't have what it takes to be me&lt;br /&gt;you don't have the words to address the words of a king&lt;br /&gt;nothing like a bug you fleet with red dots&lt;br /&gt;little lightbugs with little spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just little&lt;br /&gt;cause i see through your big hat&lt;br /&gt;that you forget to take off to bow&lt;br /&gt;must have been your head is as little&lt;br /&gt;as your little heart&lt;br /&gt;that you needed to hide as low as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must be said&lt;br /&gt;this is a shame&lt;br /&gt;but im done taking off blame from the murderer&lt;br /&gt;it's time for the offender&lt;br /&gt;your punishment stage is all in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can smile as if im nine&lt;br /&gt;i could act like a ruler in my own stand&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are shut, i am blind&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to seeing what you hide behind&lt;br /&gt;not cause i cant see right through you&lt;br /&gt;it is simply that "i dont want to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go of your efforts to make me small&lt;br /&gt;nothing you say will make sense&lt;br /&gt;cause only the true warrior see with a heart&lt;br /&gt;and a rat like you wont stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see you cant have my pride&lt;br /&gt;you cant have what you cant have&lt;br /&gt;its not about luck&lt;br /&gt;its about you not having any guts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the worthy knows that truth is rare&lt;br /&gt;and only the worthy...dares!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-6344123259611562674?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6344123259611562674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=6344123259611562674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6344123259611562674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6344123259611562674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/10/useless-anger-note-to-low-people.html' title='a useless Anger Note to the Low People'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-1881825432189875594</id><published>2007-10-07T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:04:56.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>Don't Kill The Moon</title><content type='html'>1&lt;br /&gt;lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;won't make the sky fall&lt;br /&gt;with the blanket on&lt;br /&gt;with the saddest song&lt;br /&gt;playing your mind on and on&lt;br /&gt;rooted pain growing strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;what feel is real&lt;br /&gt;don't question&lt;br /&gt;even if sun up with the rain&lt;br /&gt;it's still clear to see&lt;br /&gt;through the breeze&lt;br /&gt;that you can turn it any way around the moon&lt;br /&gt;go around and be found&lt;br /&gt;there's always stars shooting down&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;don't kill the moon&lt;br /&gt;don't kill the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;staring long to the space&lt;br /&gt;more minutes you waste&lt;br /&gt;i can swear this isn't the sight&lt;br /&gt;we all wish at night&lt;br /&gt;but dawn push the moon down&lt;br /&gt;taking you deeper underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;whatever the moon want to mention&lt;br /&gt;let it haze in the air&lt;br /&gt;and after fog covers and torn view apart&lt;br /&gt;then walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-1881825432189875594?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1881825432189875594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=1881825432189875594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1881825432189875594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1881825432189875594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-kill-moon.html' title='Don&apos;t Kill The Moon'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-1095109076931929156</id><published>2007-10-07T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:03:01.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>"Red Bus"</title><content type='html'>there's a little boy asking me for direction&lt;br /&gt;i cant help myself but stare&lt;br /&gt;wonder about the age&lt;br /&gt;from his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little that i say the more he shoots out confusion&lt;br /&gt;he do what i do&lt;br /&gt;wondering if he should ask&lt;br /&gt;the next one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how things go&lt;br /&gt;when unfamiliar stole&lt;br /&gt;our precious white lies&lt;br /&gt;that all is all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you manage to stop today&lt;br /&gt;with days getting busier everyday&lt;br /&gt;the ride can always be found&lt;br /&gt;when you didn't come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take a seat&lt;br /&gt;wait in line&lt;br /&gt;can you make the time&lt;br /&gt;for the little kid in us&lt;br /&gt;riding the Red Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-1095109076931929156?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1095109076931929156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=1095109076931929156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1095109076931929156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1095109076931929156'/><link 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your sight!&lt;br /&gt;ill break ya with my might!&lt;br /&gt;and leave you trembling wide open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History, a mystery sometimes its trickery&lt;br /&gt;what you know can never be what you see&lt;br /&gt;So baby dare to touch destruction&lt;br /&gt;it'll be your first construction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;build your perception&lt;br /&gt;darkness doesnt always hide&lt;br /&gt;light at the end is not a promise&lt;br /&gt;learn that her will is her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feb 8,2007&lt;br /&gt;edited july 2,2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-5463795048389776778?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5463795048389776778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=5463795048389776778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5463795048389776778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5463795048389776778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/02/dysfunctional-queen.html' title='Dysfunctional Queen'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-3158635662237406979</id><published>2007-07-03T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:05:32.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>there was a time&lt;br /&gt;i thought i lost my way&lt;br /&gt;looking for answers&lt;br /&gt;in a familiar place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be together forever&lt;br /&gt;trying not to fall&lt;br /&gt;as we fall with each other&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding hands felt so right&lt;br /&gt;our life flashes across the sky&lt;br /&gt;holding hands we smile at the sight&lt;br /&gt;to the end of whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever turns to be over&lt;br /&gt;we still try not to fall&lt;br /&gt;hands starts to depart ways&lt;br /&gt;about nothing that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes the time&lt;br /&gt;i still lost my way&lt;br /&gt;there were no answers all along&lt;br /&gt;i should know&lt;br /&gt;nothing live outside&lt;br /&gt;a Dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-3158635662237406979?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/3158635662237406979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=3158635662237406979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/3158635662237406979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/3158635662237406979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/07/list.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-4378373750355338921</id><published>2007-07-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:06:10.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>the List</title><content type='html'>ever since this morning&lt;br /&gt;the list keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;changing&lt;br /&gt;forcing me to fall down my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a sound&lt;br /&gt;it knocks me out from slumber&lt;br /&gt;desperation is now gone&lt;br /&gt;singing&lt;br /&gt;the answering parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i fight the moon and the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;they agree never to let me sleep again&lt;br /&gt;like a butterfly i found wonder&lt;br /&gt;flying across over to be between them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a sound&lt;br /&gt;i walk away new step&lt;br /&gt;awkward and familiar&lt;br /&gt;sinking&lt;br /&gt;rising as my armor fall off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since the scar speak&lt;br /&gt;the list shred to pieces&lt;br /&gt;hurting&lt;br /&gt;healing everything, i am on my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-4378373750355338921?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/4378373750355338921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=4378373750355338921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/4378373750355338921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/4378373750355338921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/07/list_02.html' title='the List'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-6446419214293337775</id><published>2007-05-21T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:06:40.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>say way</title><content type='html'>say stay? or say hate!&lt;br /&gt;say it to my one ear&lt;br /&gt;say great that its too late&lt;br /&gt;make,break or take&lt;br /&gt;one word to save this mistake&lt;br /&gt;being stupid is impossible&lt;br /&gt;while you seek life for your sake&lt;br /&gt;for my sake i go through it all&lt;br /&gt;it's not what matters&lt;br /&gt;as human as i aim to be&lt;br /&gt;i am ashamed to co-exist with your existance&lt;br /&gt;i write this and scream at your invincible face&lt;br /&gt;"you are fake,late and never will be great!"&lt;br /&gt;cause i forgave you at this precise note,&lt;br /&gt;just until you reach your grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-6446419214293337775?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6446419214293337775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=6446419214293337775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6446419214293337775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6446419214293337775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/05/say-way.html' title='say way'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-6674845038510092522</id><published>2007-05-05T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:07:10.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Impetus Rule</title><content type='html'>erase behind the center note,&lt;br /&gt;split the paper in two,&lt;br /&gt;half of the complications i wrote,&lt;br /&gt;now clearer than when i was with you,&lt;br /&gt;say it twice, more is wise,&lt;br /&gt;plastic cups crushes,&lt;br /&gt;i would have run foolish being nice,&lt;br /&gt;my legs asleep like ashes,&lt;br /&gt;no more burning,no more game,&lt;br /&gt;i bang the golden cymbals,&lt;br /&gt;may it caught you as you are fader,&lt;br /&gt;as i have swept into motion,&lt;br /&gt;my impetus,bless you,&lt;br /&gt;as my sanity is now awakens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-6674845038510092522?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6674845038510092522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=6674845038510092522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6674845038510092522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6674845038510092522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/05/impetus-rule.html' title='Impetus Rule'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-6352248796885611290</id><published>2007-04-18T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:08:19.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Eye,Feel?</title><content type='html'>draw an eye,&lt;br /&gt;have no fear for reflection do not lie,&lt;br /&gt;it spoke;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"of the deep will not hurt,&lt;br /&gt;of the dark will not swallow,&lt;br /&gt;of the doom will not haunt,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;betrayal of a knife took place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye vanish,&lt;br /&gt;lost to the battalion of waves&lt;br /&gt;as the sense in a senseless eye&lt;br /&gt;breed vengeance through disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the dance will not stop!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really,reflection never lie,&lt;br /&gt;spoke the eye;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"of the galaxy will i see,&lt;br /&gt;of the world will i be,&lt;br /&gt;of you will i seek,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-6352248796885611290?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53438218/' title='Eye,Feel?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6352248796885611290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=6352248796885611290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6352248796885611290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/6352248796885611290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/04/eyefeel.html' title='Eye,Feel?'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-5555947351536634043</id><published>2007-04-03T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:10:12.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>The Wall of Rose</title><content type='html'>staRe.   The Wall whispers&lt;br /&gt;blinK.    Fear taunts&lt;br /&gt;gulP.     Curiousity thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step,slow..another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArriVe.   Curiosity bows&lt;br /&gt;So Long. Fear ran away&lt;br /&gt;AmaZe.  The Wall pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open,quick!..reveal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wall prisoned by thorns&lt;br /&gt;Rose raised her palms&lt;br /&gt;picking weakest feelings&lt;br /&gt;of tortured aura singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose traced an old place&lt;br /&gt;heads rush reaching to her&lt;br /&gt;Her tiny heart begin to race&lt;br /&gt;her tiny palm turns gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall stand above the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Singing fears of lost soldiers lost&lt;br /&gt;Curious Rose sends hope in&lt;br /&gt;Into them through her palm into stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny thorn kissed Rose thumb&lt;br /&gt;Her whole body turns numb&lt;br /&gt;The Wall cries open a thorn less space&lt;br /&gt;InViting.Rose is home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-5555947351536634043?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5555947351536634043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=5555947351536634043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5555947351536634043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5555947351536634043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/04/wall-of-rose.html' title='The Wall of Rose'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-1256130732344501161</id><published>2007-03-31T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:39:29.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wiggles my toes in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all i can do is stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;down below into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this abnormality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cames as a surprise to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;never knew how it comes to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ashamed of my insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i jumped off this party boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;catch a yellow safe ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and away goes i float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;into the ocean up through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but somehow i never feel so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i sure smile back to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they say im a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when its time to confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;stopping the clock or break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever way i dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this loud reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;states independence day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i was stupid enough to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i burned in my own stake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i jumped off this party boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;catch a yellow safe ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and away goes i float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;into the ocean up through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but somehow i never feel so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i sure smile back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever gets so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;soon will have to land back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the empty rug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a house of warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all it took just your smile for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*i wrote this after i watched reruns - Smallville Season 4 : Clark Kent &amp;amp; Lana Lang Prom Dance)&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/15925485-1256130732344501161?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1256130732344501161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=1256130732344501161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1256130732344501161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1256130732344501161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/03/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-1302435158382788346</id><published>2007-03-19T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:10:18.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;all the pretty dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and man's charming faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;unfortunately i'm stuck with laces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;stealing smiles and blowing kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;oh dignity it slipped out off the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;once i experience how love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;red skirts spins and shining shoes follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;golden threads on,messes quiet surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;so you thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the night still young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;don't ever waste this delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;but don't you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;this will be pretty no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;live full tonight baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;cause tomorrow for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the pain will undress unmask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;will you leave it all behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;shining entrance up the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;colourful gems dances below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;innocence drove into the rythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;flesh in them, found coral desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;oh dreams they rush you in neverending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;cause when i know less, i surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;temptations behind the nodding angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;fantastic lies laughing to my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;losing yourself is so easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;in this perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-1302435158382788346?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1302435158382788346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=1302435158382788346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1302435158382788346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1302435158382788346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/03/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-8200800633049852567</id><published>2007-02-27T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:11:02.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>Where Day Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;where do day belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;its been too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i haven't heard my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;oh no..now i am not strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;oh i've tried and i've fight and i've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;pull me out of this tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;open the door i ain't staying no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;go to where day belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;that's where i want to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;how much will time take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i feel that all is such fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;when will i get my chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;to fix all of my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;oh i've tried and i've fight and i've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; pull me out of this tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; open the door i ain't staying no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; go to where day belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; that's where i want to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;hard i wish all is just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;that soon i will wake and all went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;but no,its where day belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;after we hurt then we start to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-8200800633049852567?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/8200800633049852567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=8200800633049852567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/8200800633049852567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/8200800633049852567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-day-belong.html' title='Where Day Belong'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-8794548789349884928</id><published>2007-02-14T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:11:35.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>crash and burn</title><content type='html'>insanity feeds anamoly&lt;br /&gt;less than that&lt;br /&gt;it prisoned our intellection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause time will not tell&lt;br /&gt;the crosses that you would dare&lt;br /&gt;when death whispers...&lt;br /&gt;it caught you,defenseless&lt;br /&gt;crashed and burned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bind time defeat arrogance&lt;br /&gt;faster than light&lt;br /&gt;fallen by the darkman's artifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause time will not tell&lt;br /&gt;the crosses that you would dare&lt;br /&gt;when death whispers...&lt;br /&gt;it ripped you,effortless&lt;br /&gt;crashed and burned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awake and decide&lt;br /&gt;you'll never loose your faith&lt;br /&gt;fist yourself hard&lt;br /&gt;to fall in the land of grace&lt;br /&gt;unveil,extricate and  rectify...&lt;br /&gt;crash and burn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause time barely unravels&lt;br /&gt;the crosses you should take&lt;br /&gt;before death whispers&lt;br /&gt;you need to relive now&lt;br /&gt;so,crash and burn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-8794548789349884928?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/8794548789349884928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=8794548789349884928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/8794548789349884928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/8794548789349884928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/02/crash-and-burn.html' title='crash and burn'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-1636539450904725312</id><published>2007-02-12T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:12:03.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Am I (the right kind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the unheard voices~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;she own two soft hands...am i the right kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;he have perfect taste in fashion...am i the right kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;despite that we're kinda genius..am i the right kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;am i acceptable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;so i go on listing if i ever be the right kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and i never ever lied..am i perfect for this kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh i wish it..is it enough to show that i am right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;am i exceptional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;am i the right kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sing...oo sing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;am i the right one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;to be loved and be cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;to be helped when im down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;but i walk bare feet..ground cuts and it never felt nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;no sound when i speak..questions in screams are not nice at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;when i die..its the same feeling...its never kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;am i invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i am the right kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sing...oo sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i am the damn right one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;to be loved and be cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;to be helped when im down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;oooo...i am...and i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(p.s: i dont usually explains what i write..as long as its like seeds that grows through perceptions..but this one i wrote when i thought of victims of wars,hopeless young generations who never had the chance to seek dreams and be whoever they want to be..then again feel free to see whatever you felt like...)&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/15925485-1636539450904725312?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1636539450904725312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=1636539450904725312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1636539450904725312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/1636539450904725312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-i-right-kind.html' title='Am I (the right kind)'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-4033323043404495342</id><published>2007-02-07T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:12:35.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>hello down under&lt;br /&gt;here we go again&lt;br /&gt;there's more to discover?&lt;br /&gt;great view of Mountain Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay in child&lt;br /&gt;greet cloud's lullaby&lt;br /&gt;sing its song..."come what may"&lt;br /&gt;come what may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a young one&lt;br /&gt;i laughed at mistaken grace&lt;br /&gt;never knew what's going on&lt;br /&gt;i bow when Earth forsakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay in child&lt;br /&gt;greet cloud's lullaby&lt;br /&gt;sing its song..."come what may"&lt;br /&gt;come what may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly land decides&lt;br /&gt;to let loose its freedom's right&lt;br /&gt;you will see its face&lt;br /&gt;that you thought was grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon they'll be nothing&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;then you'll start to...&lt;br /&gt;pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh come what may&lt;br /&gt;no matter how far away&lt;br /&gt;oh Sea of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;open your heart to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-4033323043404495342?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/4033323043404495342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=4033323043404495342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/4033323043404495342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/4033323043404495342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2007/02/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-8080381802023837151</id><published>2006-10-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:13:18.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>of seeing what's here</title><content type='html'>sitting on the wonder chair&lt;br /&gt;tired of playing fair&lt;br /&gt;have we reach that far&lt;br /&gt;becoming less than who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in a while we stand still&lt;br /&gt;waved away brave men set sail&lt;br /&gt;in time is there time to prevail&lt;br /&gt;what's good and needed to exhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we know how to see?&lt;br /&gt;i desperately needed to be&lt;br /&gt;one who knows that its here&lt;br /&gt;dont you wanna join me,and feel&lt;br /&gt;what's real in this journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you mind being the one&lt;br /&gt;to tell me that its this season&lt;br /&gt;that i had conquered and won&lt;br /&gt;later its ok to let little things be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the sun will keep on shining&lt;br /&gt;i understand its not yet the ending&lt;br /&gt;but will we ever appreciate the living&lt;br /&gt;comes the end whats left is this yearning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we know how to see?&lt;br /&gt;i desperately needed to be&lt;br /&gt;one who knows that its here&lt;br /&gt;dont you wanna join me,and feel&lt;br /&gt;what's real in this journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how lovely this words play&lt;br /&gt;dreams that never meant to astray&lt;br /&gt;setting the sail back to the way&lt;br /&gt;come what may...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-8080381802023837151?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-3477312851730307375</id><published>2006-10-15T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:13:35.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>Leave Me Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;would you like to&lt;br /&gt;be the rain&lt;br /&gt;for the love of falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or would you like me&lt;br /&gt;to forgive you&lt;br /&gt;for the sake we can move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i dont feel the same&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;its no science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im angry im hurt im lost&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;its the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont feel like talking&lt;br /&gt;and fix this&lt;br /&gt;its impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i like to&lt;br /&gt;be a mess&lt;br /&gt;for the need to find the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i leave you&lt;br /&gt;for destruction&lt;br /&gt;maybe not but i dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in my own skin&lt;br /&gt;watch the fire burnt out&lt;br /&gt;through the night... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-3477312851730307375?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/3477312851730307375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=3477312851730307375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/3477312851730307375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/3477312851730307375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/10/leave-me-be.html' title='Leave Me Be'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-5206520743534383307</id><published>2006-10-05T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:17:26.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>"oh freedom" (Tribute to the real Muslim Fighters)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/1600/pre_islam-photo-86-132-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/200/pre_islam-photo-86-132-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/1600/asap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/200/asap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/1600/soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/200/soldier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/1600/kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/200/kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/1600/earth_full_hires%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/237/1944/200/earth_full_hires%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant hug the same tree like 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;old kettles aint an antique then&lt;br /&gt;we wait for spaceship to land now&lt;br /&gt;soon a package to galaxy cost less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny these thought sounds then&lt;br /&gt;yet we put war in front of the door&lt;br /&gt;people are crazy they beat themselves&lt;br /&gt;just to prove that IQ are higher than value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i crapping about&lt;br /&gt;less facts unnecessary stress&lt;br /&gt;but those little things which we shut our eyes&lt;br /&gt;escape and shield our warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw places burned on tv&lt;br /&gt;yet im scared to break a silence&lt;br /&gt;stupid pathetic arrogant weak&lt;br /&gt;but no not cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint it the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence drive the road back to the past&lt;br /&gt;where freedom desperately being fought&lt;br /&gt;now..once again.&lt;br /&gt;oh freedom Allah blessed us all with&lt;br /&gt;we destroy!&lt;br /&gt;its 12.35am&lt;br /&gt;every minute is a chance&lt;br /&gt;of freedom to be lost&lt;br /&gt;or freedom to be protected&lt;br /&gt;we pray!&lt;br /&gt;we learn!&lt;br /&gt;we prepare!&lt;br /&gt;we wake!&lt;br /&gt;we love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-5206520743534383307?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5206520743534383307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=5206520743534383307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5206520743534383307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/5206520743534383307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-freedom-tribute-to-real-muslim.html' title='&quot;oh freedom&quot; (Tribute to the real Muslim Fighters)'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-7973647888889311284</id><published>2006-10-05T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:14:08.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>to heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;closet's door restless&lt;br /&gt;disturb by the open view&lt;br /&gt;wind angry senseless&lt;br /&gt;to the world it blew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where to begin&lt;br /&gt;what's the best to move on&lt;br /&gt;from this bitterness inside&lt;br /&gt;when fired might kill&lt;br /&gt;yet in the end it supposed to heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful waves&lt;br /&gt;disaster's craves&lt;br /&gt;to collect the lost souls&lt;br /&gt;and leave the rest to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where to begin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's the best to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from this bitterness inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when fired might kill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet do i really know the end heals?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life works&lt;br /&gt;such an inspiration such tragedy&lt;br /&gt;it took everything&lt;br /&gt;but it gives everything back that's good in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-7973647888889311284?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7973647888889311284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=7973647888889311284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/7973647888889311284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/7973647888889311284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/10/closets-door-restless-disturb-by-open.html' title='to heal'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-116002753945693480</id><published>2006-10-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:14:45.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>Become</title><content type='html'>do we know to save the life&lt;br /&gt;of people next to us&lt;br /&gt;when hope is far&lt;br /&gt;and lies are what we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel today&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;what i meant&lt;br /&gt;i feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there's something tinkling inside&lt;br /&gt;drumming in my head up right&lt;br /&gt;the music in this soul is crying&lt;br /&gt;release&lt;br /&gt;and become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/o:&lt;br /&gt;so say the words,&lt;br /&gt;become you its all there is to it&lt;br /&gt;to believe&lt;br /&gt;that life becomes what you seek&lt;br /&gt;be true&lt;br /&gt;become you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i know what song to sing&lt;br /&gt;when people wants to dance&lt;br /&gt;when my wonder kept on wander&lt;br /&gt;and im lost without a sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of what i feel today&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;what i meant&lt;br /&gt;i feel alone&lt;br /&gt;**c/o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;release and become&lt;br /&gt;release the tinkles and the drums&lt;br /&gt;let music play a part and become&lt;br /&gt;words...&lt;br /&gt;words...&lt;br /&gt;words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-116002753945693480?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/116002753945693480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=116002753945693480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/116002753945693480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/116002753945693480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/10/become.html' title='Become'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115975077907521784</id><published>2006-10-02T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:15:48.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>Forever New</title><content type='html'>i conciously mapped out&lt;br /&gt;the path of the branches&lt;br /&gt;crosses and twists&lt;br /&gt;and make a new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underwater beats&lt;br /&gt;humming slow and softly&lt;br /&gt;until music sleeps&lt;br /&gt;seemingly forever beneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ties together?&lt;br /&gt;new age and deceitful forever?&lt;br /&gt;both lies masked by truth&lt;br /&gt;both dies sooner than youth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115975077907521784?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115975077907521784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115975077907521784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115975077907521784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115975077907521784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/10/forever-new.html' title='Forever New'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115754193109943230</id><published>2006-09-06T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:15:54.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>simple apart and together</title><content type='html'>i smiled at you and bid you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;then all my tears fall down from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;if there's a chance for me to stay with you&lt;br /&gt;i know that i wont take it even if i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this you know and i know too&lt;br /&gt;we understood what we must do&lt;br /&gt;and those time when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;another life soon will start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the time that meant to be&lt;br /&gt;look out the window and we can see&lt;br /&gt;each others dreams are folds together&lt;br /&gt;forever in stars that gathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this path we promised to walk in&lt;br /&gt;will cross soon and meet us back in&lt;br /&gt;then my tears years ago will be gone&lt;br /&gt;and you will smile at me and say we have won&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115754193109943230?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115754193109943230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115754193109943230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115754193109943230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115754193109943230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/09/simple-apart-and-together.html' title='simple apart and together'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115745704941584626</id><published>2006-09-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:16:33.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>in between</title><content type='html'>there's only sky above that covers you&lt;br /&gt;there's only land below that carry you&lt;br /&gt;and in between are&lt;br /&gt;seas that sink you in,&lt;br /&gt;forests that lost you in,&lt;br /&gt;and people,they turn you upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can fly with wings of dream&lt;br /&gt;you can sleep deeper in the underground&lt;br /&gt;but in between are&lt;br /&gt;dreams that become real&lt;br /&gt;sleep that you can wake up from&lt;br /&gt;and people,they learn to love to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, in between&lt;br /&gt;everything, in between&lt;br /&gt;all i'll be and all you'll be&lt;br /&gt;all are in between&lt;br /&gt;you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115745704941584626?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115745704941584626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115745704941584626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115745704941584626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115745704941584626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-between.html' title='in between'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115592208076592335</id><published>2006-08-19T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:40:29.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>a wanderer</title><content type='html'>when clouds gather as one,&lt;br /&gt;storm will knock the tree&lt;br /&gt;a wanderer beneath,&lt;br /&gt;his pencil dance,then later he reads,&lt;br /&gt;and the earth listens to him&lt;br /&gt;flowers and long grass bow to agree,&lt;br /&gt;birds above share their beauty,&lt;br /&gt;way up high, he gaze afar&lt;br /&gt;whether a glimpse of heaven&lt;br /&gt;through storm then beyond clouds,&lt;br /&gt;if he could hold,&lt;br /&gt;that the hope he wrote,&lt;br /&gt;do exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115592208076592335?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115592208076592335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115592208076592335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115592208076592335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115592208076592335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/08/wanderer.html' title='a wanderer'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115556791009771792</id><published>2006-08-14T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:17:39.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>wish i could stay</title><content type='html'>a lonely chair i sat to think&lt;br /&gt;and on and on i sat on it&lt;br /&gt;in a bus,a plane or train&lt;br /&gt;looking all so innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wooden flute i wish to hear&lt;br /&gt;and on and on i try to play&lt;br /&gt;in my hands its turning cold&lt;br /&gt;looking all used and old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a paper boat i hope it float&lt;br /&gt;and on and on it sail away&lt;br /&gt;in a park with little pond&lt;br /&gt;looking fragile and in grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but color crayons i see myself&lt;br /&gt;and on and on it play around&lt;br /&gt;the paper cry it will be tore&lt;br /&gt;looking full or beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could stay...&lt;br /&gt;wish i could stay...&lt;br /&gt;wish i could,&lt;br /&gt;stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115556791009771792?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115556791009771792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115556791009771792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115556791009771792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115556791009771792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/08/wish-i-could-stay_14.html' title='wish i could stay'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115540339521128140</id><published>2006-08-13T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:40:55.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>Color of Crayons</title><content type='html'>do you wanna be blue&lt;br /&gt;be like the dolphins&lt;br /&gt;or be gloom&lt;br /&gt;do you like yellow&lt;br /&gt;sunflowers swifts slow&lt;br /&gt;or roots stuck below&lt;br /&gt;do you prefer green&lt;br /&gt;trees becoming mountains&lt;br /&gt;or swamps that look mean&lt;br /&gt;do you see red&lt;br /&gt;be the same as blood&lt;br /&gt;or keep away from the siren&lt;br /&gt;do you consider black and white&lt;br /&gt;be certain&lt;br /&gt;or be grey&lt;br /&gt;do other colors play too&lt;br /&gt;be morphed into uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;or be aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collect all color of crayons you like&lt;br /&gt;make your masterpiece&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115540339521128140?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115540339521128140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115540339521128140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115540339521128140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115540339521128140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/08/color-of-crayons.html' title='Color of Crayons'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115527390220018440</id><published>2006-08-11T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:45:15.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>the Inside</title><content type='html'>i look out from the inside&lt;br /&gt;my heart's taken out from inside&lt;br /&gt;wind blows colder in the inside&lt;br /&gt;my body freezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stepped out from the inside&lt;br /&gt;edens left alone in the inside&lt;br /&gt;fairies lost to the inside&lt;br /&gt;my body freezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angels take the inside away&lt;br /&gt;night asleep in the inside&lt;br /&gt;wide desert of an inside&lt;br /&gt;cant see any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me back my inside&lt;br /&gt;i cant be right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115527390220018440?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115527390220018440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115527390220018440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115527390220018440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115527390220018440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/08/inside.html' title='the Inside'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115513678027996252</id><published>2006-08-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:17:58.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>the sky has been torn apart&lt;br /&gt;and all the stars are falling down on me&lt;br /&gt;other planets lost their color&lt;br /&gt;and so does my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are changing&lt;br /&gt;it teach us how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;in time where death appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i fall down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;closed my eyes and start to breathe&lt;br /&gt;and stars are all i see&lt;br /&gt;they drowned in the deep black sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wake up from the dream&lt;br /&gt;float above the sea&lt;br /&gt;looking down on my feet&lt;br /&gt;now all the stars are shining up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are changing&lt;br /&gt;soon ill glow too bright&lt;br /&gt;in time where there's no light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i fall down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;closed my eyes and start to breathe&lt;br /&gt;and stars are all i see&lt;br /&gt;they drowned in the deep black sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time comes in&lt;br /&gt;and change me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115513678027996252?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115513678027996252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115513678027996252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115513678027996252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115513678027996252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/08/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115427375934940333</id><published>2006-07-30T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:18:08.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>what i do not know</title><content type='html'>i want to close my eyes and be able to see rain&lt;br /&gt;how it falls and how magically it appears to be&lt;br /&gt;i want the silence to be peaceful coz i wonder&lt;br /&gt;where's the beautiful melody that can save me&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk smoothly on the white beach&lt;br /&gt;but when its time for winter to go, summer hasnt reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i dont know what to know&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember how words flow&lt;br /&gt;time pass by as slow as snow&lt;br /&gt;oh soon ill grow but i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tipped my fingers on the sheet of sky&lt;br /&gt;release a falling star come crashing into my heart&lt;br /&gt;i want to sing softly to entertain the wind&lt;br /&gt;and let myself blown away to the open windows&lt;br /&gt;i want a perfect drum sound welcoming my entrance&lt;br /&gt;so i could pretend that i am alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to know&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember how words flow&lt;br /&gt;time pass by as slow as snow&lt;br /&gt;oh soon ill grow but i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i recall the truth in time&lt;br /&gt;did i knew that i meant to it&lt;br /&gt;have i fly that far&lt;br /&gt;oh turn around and run..run..run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i dont know what to know&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember which word flow&lt;br /&gt;time pass by as slow as snow&lt;br /&gt;oh soon ill grow but i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115427375934940333?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115427375934940333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115427375934940333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115427375934940333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115427375934940333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-do-not-know.html' title='what i do not know'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115397317942933782</id><published>2006-07-27T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:18:36.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>closed door</title><content type='html'>a day is done you feel you've won&lt;br /&gt;i believe its gonna end soon&lt;br /&gt;you savour your meal like gold&lt;br /&gt;and made you a king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind closed doors&lt;br /&gt;you kept the bad&lt;br /&gt;telling yourself that&lt;br /&gt;those hands are saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little precious believe she's happy&lt;br /&gt;i believe its gonna be summer soon&lt;br /&gt;but she said she's not ready&lt;br /&gt;to be called a queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see through the door&lt;br /&gt;chaos grew everywhere&lt;br /&gt;nothing in your heart i cant see&lt;br /&gt;oh hidden behind those closed doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same songs rewinding&lt;br /&gt;all questions starts here&lt;br /&gt;the more you throw away&lt;br /&gt;the less you're getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open the door&lt;br /&gt;and step outside&lt;br /&gt;the universe calls for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115397317942933782?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115397317942933782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115397317942933782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115397317942933782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115397317942933782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/07/closed-door.html' title='closed door'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115390537086296546</id><published>2006-07-26T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:19:03.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>on my own</title><content type='html'>life is charmed&lt;br /&gt;i have a charmed life&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop looking over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;i still lie under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to find my own way to live&lt;br /&gt;to be better..on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a connection&lt;br /&gt;you me we have a relation&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i rock your world&lt;br /&gt;dont worry you rock mine too&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to find my own way to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;to be better..on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont you treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;we all still have little innocence&lt;br /&gt;oh,i am alone&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;but im not lonely&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so leave me be i want to find my way home&lt;br /&gt;to be a Hero..on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115390537086296546?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115390537086296546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115390537086296546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115390537086296546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115390537086296546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-my-own.html' title='on my own'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115382505571316248</id><published>2006-07-25T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:19:16.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>my Idioms</title><content type='html'>the ocean rattles&lt;br /&gt;whatever made it feels&lt;br /&gt;should the anchor be unleashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ghost stand on the other side&lt;br /&gt;haunting to be seen&lt;br /&gt;even presence in an old picture in an old house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossover the river&lt;br /&gt;battles the deep forest land&lt;br /&gt;befriend the myth of the old predator making it a kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers turn to black paper&lt;br /&gt;its ashes crackles are defeaning&lt;br /&gt;but it never wake the sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so could you stand?&lt;br /&gt;could you stand?&lt;br /&gt;could you stand?&lt;br /&gt;could you?&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;could you stand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115382505571316248?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115382505571316248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115382505571316248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115382505571316248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115382505571316248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-idioms.html' title='my Idioms'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115357551757285303</id><published>2006-07-22T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:19:26.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>im not me</title><content type='html'>im not the enemy&lt;br /&gt;im just a puppet without strings&lt;br /&gt;im a total independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to scare you off&lt;br /&gt;im just trying to get it on to start&lt;br /&gt;my life without regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ive been like a rock tht dont move&lt;br /&gt;maybe all i need is someone to break it through&lt;br /&gt;to get inside my head&lt;br /&gt;to get inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;see the insane ive been retained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready now?&lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a cold hardcore death&lt;br /&gt;im just inside this ice cube hall&lt;br /&gt;yearning to be burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you wont run off&lt;br /&gt;to play in never never land&lt;br /&gt;where i could never go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away with you&lt;br /&gt;lead me to the bright sun&lt;br /&gt;where i can see the whole universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lead me by&lt;br /&gt;by you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115357551757285303?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115357551757285303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115357551757285303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115357551757285303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115357551757285303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-not-me.html' title='im not me'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115321495494512694</id><published>2006-07-18T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:43:28.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>Cycle of Today</title><content type='html'>what to write today?&lt;br /&gt;my day is worst&lt;br /&gt;not to mention my hair too&lt;br /&gt;ive been cracking up my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to feel today?&lt;br /&gt;i havent wake up from an early sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;sun is high up and about to come down&lt;br /&gt;my eyes focusing on the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do today?&lt;br /&gt;i walk around in the city&lt;br /&gt;watching people walk by&lt;br /&gt;and counting my steps from home to the coffee cafe and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to think today?&lt;br /&gt;listen to rocking tunes beating up my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;making me angry inside&lt;br /&gt;kicking to burst open the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is today?&lt;br /&gt;a cycle of worthless words&lt;br /&gt;a cycle of emotionless emotion&lt;br /&gt;a cycle of routine&lt;br /&gt;a cycle of boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;a day to break the cycle of today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.59pm,18july.wgtn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115321495494512694?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115321495494512694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115321495494512694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115321495494512694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115321495494512694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/07/cycle-of-today.html' title='Cycle of Today'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115320031056486522</id><published>2006-07-18T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:19:53.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>shouldnt go there</title><content type='html'>come closer&lt;br /&gt;yes you&lt;br /&gt;dont look around&lt;br /&gt;im talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to me&lt;br /&gt;yes that's it&lt;br /&gt;dont care about others&lt;br /&gt;my arms are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im dark&lt;br /&gt;and the noise is behind you&lt;br /&gt;why go there?&lt;br /&gt;when you can see here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not twisting&lt;br /&gt;there's no lie&lt;br /&gt;everything is right here&lt;br /&gt;believe me, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer..yes closer&lt;br /&gt;just follow me&lt;br /&gt;take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to neverland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115320031056486522?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115320031056486522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115320031056486522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115320031056486522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115320031056486522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/07/shouldnt-go-there.html' title='shouldnt go there'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-114740275912770023</id><published>2006-05-12T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:20:07.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>1 minute</title><content type='html'>hey 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;u think u can hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left it all tied up with your fate&lt;br /&gt;kept me choked in the box of waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not carving the box&lt;br /&gt;im not making it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lived by your will power&lt;br /&gt;u think u had won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for the ancient weapon&lt;br /&gt;while u feed my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute&lt;br /&gt;u still here&lt;br /&gt;u still here&lt;br /&gt;u still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm,room,wgtn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-114740275912770023?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/114740275912770023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=114740275912770023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/114740275912770023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/114740275912770023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-minute.html' title='1 minute'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-113820832711402549</id><published>2006-01-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:20:17.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Orange Leaves</title><content type='html'>"Orange Leaves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not time for you yet&lt;br /&gt;dont change for me&lt;br /&gt;be you be green&lt;br /&gt;its what ive been longing to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i pass by as time flies&lt;br /&gt;as the earth stays&lt;br /&gt;as the sky covers me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feel of knowing&lt;br /&gt;of me wanting to see you as a painting of a tree&lt;br /&gt;while the wall is falling bringing it with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much i would miss the color green&lt;br /&gt;yet i am so stunned by the orange leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i pass by as time flies&lt;br /&gt;as the earth stays&lt;br /&gt;as the sky covers me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the orange leaves tree replaced&lt;br /&gt;the very existance of the green painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feel now of knowing&lt;br /&gt;that orange leaves dont stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will keep orange leaves close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;and when it all falls dead to the ground&lt;br /&gt;as goes my heart too&lt;br /&gt;deep deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;orange leaves....................lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.59am 25th jan 2006 home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-113820832711402549?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/113820832711402549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=113820832711402549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/113820832711402549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/113820832711402549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2006/01/orange-leaves.html' title='Orange Leaves'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115270138700013355</id><published>2005-10-28T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:20:37.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>'no more rhyme'</title><content type='html'>why not just tell it straight up&lt;br /&gt;all these words twirling confusing just to have a meaning&lt;br /&gt;those rhyme being put that sometimes doesnt make sense&lt;br /&gt;isnt the truth has its own face without the mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone now is so intelligent&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to be that difficult, too discreet or hidden&lt;br /&gt;but people are more angry to themselves&lt;br /&gt;nothing is ever enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no way out&lt;br /&gt;trees grow until the end there is leaves&lt;br /&gt;we are all waiting to fall&lt;br /&gt;not a clue what will happen when we're in the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no where to run&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;you must live&lt;br /&gt;you must live&lt;br /&gt;you must live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget the unknown&lt;br /&gt;hold dear to what is here&lt;br /&gt;and live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although when you picture the end its scary&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;just follow the truth&lt;br /&gt;and live by it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115270156204464720</id><published>2005-10-28T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:21:16.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Trapped</title><content type='html'>"Trapped"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday we hear the insanity of our heart&lt;br /&gt;let it be&lt;br /&gt;let it stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to let go is to be free&lt;br /&gt;but free is not painless&lt;br /&gt;be ready for war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it take you to your desired journey&lt;br /&gt;can you hold the pictures you dream&lt;br /&gt;is a fool's wish isnt worthy?&lt;br /&gt;when all it brings is more dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can a tree move if it needed the root to stay?&lt;br /&gt;the heart is deep where the body shouldnt follow&lt;br /&gt;in mind there's traffic but the body lay still&lt;br /&gt;where there is will but there's no way clearly seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is like a life within a dream&lt;br /&gt;and a dream within time&lt;br /&gt;too far away you went&lt;br /&gt;the harder to survive&lt;br /&gt;wishes upon wishes&lt;br /&gt;dreams upon prays&lt;br /&gt;but life is ending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115270156204464720?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115270156204464720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115270156204464720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115270156204464720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115270156204464720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/10/trapped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115322284535364779</id><published>2005-10-26T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:21:58.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>Brown Picture Stories</title><content type='html'>i stopped and stare at the hour&lt;br /&gt;i watch the wind pass me by&lt;br /&gt;i imagine the past as a brown coloured pictures&lt;br /&gt;i went into it and look outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see things i dont understand&lt;br /&gt;it frightens me that such thing exist&lt;br /&gt;i reason with myself that it is just stories&lt;br /&gt;when the tell finish it became history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is heavy&lt;br /&gt;my heart has no space&lt;br /&gt;it tightens my spirit&lt;br /&gt;it kills my hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh world you are big&lt;br /&gt;i see it now it is full because there is pain&lt;br /&gt;i prefer my little world&lt;br /&gt;my dark worthless world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my the pain&lt;br /&gt;its stabbing the inside&lt;br /&gt;oh please stop but it wont&lt;br /&gt;until its course are fullfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little i realize that while i was watching the brown picture  stories&lt;br /&gt;mine is being written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.14 am, 26 october 05, welly&lt;br /&gt;edited 18 July 06,11.35pm,wgtn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115322284535364779?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115322284535364779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115322284535364779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322284535364779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322284535364779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/10/brown-picture-stories.html' title='Brown Picture Stories'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115322369812929131</id><published>2005-10-24T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:22:04.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Friends Version 3 ("Hand in Hand")</title><content type='html'>"hand in hand"&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;there's more to life&lt;br /&gt;you show me that&lt;br /&gt;i can be me&lt;br /&gt;you told me that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;you're my favourite crowd&lt;br /&gt;i feel so grand&lt;br /&gt;feel like im wearing a crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand we face the day&lt;br /&gt;but we are alone in our own way&lt;br /&gt;but its ok&lt;br /&gt;its not so crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;there's lesson we learned&lt;br /&gt;i show you that&lt;br /&gt;we can be us&lt;br /&gt;much more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;things are not so bad&lt;br /&gt;cause you are there&lt;br /&gt;along the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand we face the day&lt;br /&gt;but we are alone in our own way&lt;br /&gt;but its ok&lt;br /&gt;its not so crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;lets walk together&lt;br /&gt;reach out our dreams&lt;br /&gt;do what we do&lt;br /&gt;be what we want to be&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;we are free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115322369812929131?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115322369812929131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115322369812929131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322369812929131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322369812929131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/10/friends-version-3-hand-in-hand.html' title='Friends Version 3 (&quot;Hand in Hand&quot;)'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115322408579602159</id><published>2005-10-24T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:57:51.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>In A Box That Never Exist</title><content type='html'>i feel so blue&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what is the truth&lt;br /&gt;is it here now during my youth&lt;br /&gt;when im so lost and confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tear up all the pieces in me&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be in i want to be free&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean all this confusion about you and me&lt;br /&gt;am i you or you are me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted turning in this little box&lt;br /&gt;trapped inside i cant figure anything out&lt;br /&gt;i scream out loud my lungs burnt out&lt;br /&gt;terrible dreams dont seem to stop haunting me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt anybody listen anything?&lt;br /&gt;even the little sound of my cry squeaking?&lt;br /&gt;im clinched clenched blended in the weakening&lt;br /&gt;i can feel my whole body falls down trembling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am cold it harden my door&lt;br /&gt;smash it all down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;crashed it with steps of torcher&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter no more coz i can never be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later my stories turned to dust&lt;br /&gt;even the wind doesnt invite my senses&lt;br /&gt;away it went to forever unknown&lt;br /&gt;to the land that was never exist only borned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115322408579602159?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115322408579602159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115322408579602159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322408579602159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322408579602159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-box-that-never-exist.html' title='In A Box That Never Exist'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115322386571665126</id><published>2005-10-16T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:22:11.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Friends Version 4 ("here")</title><content type='html'>"Here"&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;flipping through the pages&lt;br /&gt;i look at our happy faces&lt;br /&gt;i started to wonder&lt;br /&gt;how much we've grown&lt;br /&gt;where so much had changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so long&lt;br /&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;the simple things in life&lt;br /&gt;like laughter&lt;br /&gt;when things is what it is&lt;br /&gt;no past no future&lt;br /&gt;and we are together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so long&lt;br /&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;then comes the dark day&lt;br /&gt;when you went away&lt;br /&gt;everyone's sad faces&lt;br /&gt;wishing more could be done&lt;br /&gt;more time should be spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been hard my friend&lt;br /&gt;so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;that you are gone&lt;br /&gt;the lesson you left&lt;br /&gt;is that no matter how long&lt;br /&gt;you are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i will remember&lt;br /&gt;even if this photos fades&lt;br /&gt;your smile will stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115322386571665126?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115322386571665126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115322386571665126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322386571665126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322386571665126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/10/friends-version-4-here.html' title='Friends Version 4 (&quot;here&quot;)'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115322350096673717</id><published>2005-10-16T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:22:18.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Friends Version 2 ("Getting Throught the Day")</title><content type='html'>"Getting through the day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its our time&lt;br /&gt;it is now&lt;br /&gt;let us find&lt;br /&gt;what we're looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it is crazy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it is fine&lt;br /&gt;life can get pretty messy&lt;br /&gt;but to you im still divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/o&lt;br /&gt;friends there&lt;br /&gt;when you need a break&lt;br /&gt;to crack up&lt;br /&gt;winding up&lt;br /&gt;lifting up&lt;br /&gt;and put my smile back on&lt;br /&gt;get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;faces changes&lt;br /&gt;as times passed&lt;br /&gt;true friends never fades away&lt;br /&gt;close by when i need them&lt;br /&gt;in sun in rain in fun in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now when we found what we're looking for&lt;br /&gt;we cherish it even more&lt;br /&gt;cause i know&lt;br /&gt;friends are worth keeping for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;thank you friends&lt;br /&gt;life is much easier&lt;br /&gt;thank you friends&lt;br /&gt;life is much greater&lt;br /&gt;thank you true friends&lt;br /&gt;life is more sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;when the dusk is coming&lt;br /&gt;and i am ready to dream&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be ok&lt;br /&gt;cause you are here to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115322350096673717?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115322327594960537</id><published>2005-10-16T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:22:25.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>Friends Version 1</title><content type='html'>its not the pictures that we take&lt;br /&gt;or the memories that we make&lt;br /&gt;but the feelings that was created&lt;br /&gt;that will be carried through time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in time of ease&lt;br /&gt;we will be reminded of those great feels&lt;br /&gt;when things are easy&lt;br /&gt;when things are just sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the faces&lt;br /&gt;my friends, i'll remember&lt;br /&gt;especially the ones that are there&lt;br /&gt;and the ones that really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of future times&lt;br /&gt;i will miss you then&lt;br /&gt;and the feels will never loose&lt;br /&gt;and i will have smiles that will never fades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115322327594960537?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115322327594960537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115322327594960537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322327594960537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322327594960537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/10/friends-version-1.html' title='Friends Version 1'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-115322297267439916</id><published>2005-10-13T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:57:03.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Thinker'/><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>people want too much&lt;br /&gt;the small things are not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an apology that were spoken&lt;br /&gt;is hollow, senseless, a dead thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace needs to be wrapped, cared, kept&lt;br /&gt;the better the brighter the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone, its weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an apology without consequences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could never last&lt;br /&gt;it could never be whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-115322297267439916?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/115322297267439916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=115322297267439916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322297267439916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/115322297267439916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/10/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-112533043106666165</id><published>2005-05-04T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:58:28.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>on the side of the street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;train of people crawled into my vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashes of the sun comes in and out&lt;br /&gt;but deep down there's black still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence conquer subdivisions of echos&lt;br /&gt;self capture own sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focus fixed on a point infront&lt;br /&gt;clearly see the unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senses gathered hectically&lt;br /&gt;absorbed into inches of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purely satisfied by the creation of truth&lt;br /&gt;lost in the founding of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black world is white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the white ones fades... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-112533043106666165?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/112533043106666165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=112533043106666165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112533043106666165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112533043106666165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-side-of-street.html' title='on the side of the street'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-112533171478303412</id><published>2005-04-26T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:50:26.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>head over heels</title><content type='html'>r u tempted to figure out&lt;br /&gt;wats inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r u crazy to take me out&lt;br /&gt;where moon shines creates art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it too hard not to see&lt;br /&gt;how your eyes look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz its pretty scary to me&lt;br /&gt;that i cant breathe when u speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much waves&lt;br /&gt;heavy rain start falling&lt;br /&gt;wash me away to a place&lt;br /&gt;what seems to be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in here&lt;br /&gt;out there&lt;br /&gt;so small&lt;br /&gt;no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me flying&lt;br /&gt;floating above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;white wind&lt;br /&gt;soft voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im done being happy&lt;br /&gt;catch me&lt;br /&gt;when im in your arms&lt;br /&gt;keep me&lt;br /&gt;when im out of my head&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;when im scared&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;when i say i love you&lt;br /&gt;marry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more should i say?&lt;br /&gt;im yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-112533171478303412?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/112533171478303412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=112533171478303412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112533171478303412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112533171478303412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2005/04/head-over-heels.html' title='head over heels'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-112532995675164755</id><published>2004-12-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:50:06.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>i remember you</title><content type='html'>when there's a blank space&lt;br /&gt;i see you&lt;br /&gt;when i see myself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;i see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring at the starry sky&lt;br /&gt;again i see you&lt;br /&gt;imagining my unborn child&lt;br /&gt;their faces like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too clear&lt;br /&gt;too deep&lt;br /&gt;too hard&lt;br /&gt;too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i see you&lt;br /&gt;in my wake&lt;br /&gt;in my dream&lt;br /&gt;like a blind man who sees with their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i see you the better&lt;br /&gt;coz all i ever wanted now..&lt;br /&gt;is to erase every pieces of you&lt;br /&gt;coz i dont want you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-112532995675164755?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/112532995675164755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=112532995675164755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112532995675164755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112532995675164755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-remember-you.html' title='i remember you'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-112533124087135375</id><published>2004-12-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:50:02.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>i need love&lt;br /&gt;i need air&lt;br /&gt;i need love&lt;br /&gt;i need care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not you&lt;br /&gt;no more&lt;br /&gt;not old&lt;br /&gt;no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;despise&lt;br /&gt;charity&lt;br /&gt;revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end is still coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you be here?&lt;br /&gt;will i be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end holds the key...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait..wait..wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it really matter???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-112533124087135375?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/112533124087135375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=112533124087135375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112533124087135375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112533124087135375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2004/12/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-112532973040610808</id><published>2004-12-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:49:18.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>do you see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;under the bed&lt;br /&gt;under the table&lt;br /&gt;under the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind the bench&lt;br /&gt;behind the door&lt;br /&gt;behind the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the room&lt;br /&gt;in the car&lt;br /&gt;in the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't u see?&lt;br /&gt;im waiting&lt;br /&gt;can't u hear?&lt;br /&gt;im listening&lt;br /&gt;can't u love me?&lt;br /&gt;im yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-112532973040610808?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/112532973040610808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=112532973040610808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112532973040610808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112532973040610808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-you-see.html' title='do you see?'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-112533066955019632</id><published>2004-12-08T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:48:42.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About A Releaser'/><title type='text'>moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the heartless moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the heaviest heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fuck away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the hell with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the breathless me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the empty soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-112533066955019632?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/112533066955019632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15925485&amp;postID=112533066955019632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112533066955019632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15925485/posts/default/112533066955019632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writetobreathe.blogspot.com/2004/12/moment.html' title='moment'/><author><name>Passionnista</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6947/610/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15925485.post-112533019698904665</id><published>2004-06-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:48:30.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'>The Unlost and The Lost</title><content type='html'>once i avoid this place&lt;br /&gt;some chosed to stay&lt;br /&gt;but i choose to endure my imaginary pain&lt;br /&gt;rather than let people create it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safe inside&lt;br /&gt;with wary smile&lt;br /&gt;they could not get me&lt;br /&gt;for they are the fools not i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true that my world seems so dark&lt;br /&gt;but the lights outside are more blinding&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly this darkness have it's will&lt;br /&gt;it had lead me to an unknown place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here now a place with soft lights&lt;br /&gt;full color and sweet sounds so nice&lt;br /&gt;fond of this new place,so i left my home&lt;br /&gt;the force is not the sights but is the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safe here outside&lt;br /&gt;with ease breathe&lt;br /&gt;they never again get me&lt;br /&gt;for now they remain the fools not i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15925485-112533019698904665?l=writetobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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